Who Am I?
I keep asking myself. I spent half of my life as a single mother. Pushing myself to be the strong independent individual that I have always been. My kids have grown and my life seems turned upside down.
I now search to find myself!
Finally, the summer had arrived, and all the kids were out of school. There was no more rushing around trying to get everyone fed and out the door on time.
Death by Chocolate
Last year the day came and went. With no surprise I was unable to travel to Canada to ring in another big birthday year. We had a global pandemic that kept us all indoors. Trapped inside our houses as the world continued to remain locked down.
The Old Run-Down Barn
I grew up in a quiet farm town called Wilmington. I remember running through the fields of flowers on hot summer days. Racing with friends down the dirt roads on our bikes, and swimming in the pond found in the backwoods behind our home.
The Brave Warrior
A Warrior's Blood runs through my veins... It is My Culture, My Heritage, and My Identity. I hope to share this story that I have made up one day with my grandkids.
Sometimes I just want to cry from all the thoughts that replay within my head. I want to run and hide, travel somewhere far far away. Where I cannot be found.
I believe we learn to distrust from an early age. We can hear the lies and deceit, and witness others' actions with our own eyes from the first time we meet.
Flowers, Quotes, and Fortune Cookies. Three simple things that bring a smile to my face. Life’s little pleasures that allow me to escape.
I feel each of us has our very own uniqueness. It is what has been hidden deep down inside that only sometimes comes alive.