Gayle Lebus

Gayle Lebus

I'm a mother. A writer. A blogger. A person in their mid to late twenties. Writing cures me. I want to spread wisdom. Knowledge. Experience.

How does it work?
  • Gayle Lebus
    Published 2 years ago
    Do You Hike?

    Do You Hike?

    Do you love to hike? Do you hike alone? With friends? Or with family? Hiking is like a exercise. Some don't think so. If you really think about it, you're climbing over fallen trees, climbing moderate mountains, walking down trails and all such of stuff. To some, like serial killers, it's a place to murder or bury a body. Me? It's a nature palace where I can smoke ganja and not get judgement from animals and spirits that roam there. I also, before I became a mother, used to swim in the river, nude, in an isolated area. Nature is a very kind place.
  • Gayle Lebus
    Published 2 years ago
    The Toddler Life

    The Toddler Life

    No one told me sharing or teaching a toddler would be hard. You know what, scratch that, no one told me raising a toddler was going to be hard. I figured it would be a breeze. I thought raising a toddler would be something like off a TV show. I had this little world where my son would listen to me, finish every meal, and have no problem eating his fruit and veggies (we're working on this). Raising a toddler isn't that bad, if you figure it out. Every toddler is very different in their own little personality way, but I try to make the best of it in our own little lane. Our good outweighs the little satanic tantrum moments. I'll give you the greatest moments, since learning how to raise an in-tune human being.
  • Gayle Lebus
    Published 2 years ago
    Until Next Time...

    Until Next Time...

    Are you with me? I don't see you anywhere. Where are you two? I come here every weekend to see if you two will be there, in the same spot, like last time. You two loved this place. One of you said it gave you time to think and to be with the one you loved. But you're not. I stop at the bridge, crying, watching my tears drop to the river. I miss the both of you so much, Grandpa and Grandma.