Talking about money, with people who have or make it, intimidates me…
What is it about money that can make us feel inferior? … More Talking about money, with people who have or make it, intimidates me…
What is it about money that can make us feel inferior? … More Talking about money, with people who have or make it, intimidates me…
The universe must be throwing us all a bunch of curveballs lately. Lots of people I know, including myself, have been going through some sort of turmoil; whether it be with work, or personal relationships, death of loved ones, or even just some self-awareness issues. Some of us joke about it and others blame it … More It’s Not Their Journey
There can be a good life after loving an addict. … More Life after Loving an Addict: Shannon’s Story
It’s been hard for me to write lately. Work has been unusually busy and I’m still trying to learn to live without my regular dose of “Grams” who was part of my inspiration for starting this little blog in the first place. February 9th was the last day I received a text message I received … More Missing Grandma Joy
It’s been a little while since I sat and wrote anything, however, I recently went through one of the most difficult times in my life to date…the passing of my grandmother. Writing is therapy and so today I share my story with you. Before I go into the story of her passing and my … More The Passing: Saying Goodbye to Grandma
We lived on a diet of hot dogs, macaroni and cheese, and spaghetti because it was cheap and you could get by on $10.00 a week for groceries if that is what you purchased. … More Poverty: Struggling in the past doesn’t mean you have to struggle in the future.
“Is it the calm before the mid-life crisis?” … More Youthful me…where did you go?
She will never get the chance to see her babies graduate or walk down the isle. She will never get the chance to help her daughter through the trials and tribulations of motherhood should she choose to have children of her own. She will never get the chance to meet up for beers in our … More My Friend Committed Suicide
Oddly, I’m one of those super weird people that have memories going way back – further than most individuals. In fact, I can remember standing in my crib starring at my parents in their bedroom. I can still recall the green paint on the walls and the gold covered metal lamp shades. I wasn’t maybe … More Bad Memories: When you can’t forget.
Why I write. My grandmother, who happens to be one the the strongest women I know – next to my mother of course, has been telling me for years that I should write a book. If you ask me, I think she should be the one to write a book and I suppose in a way she has. You … More Breaking the silence…