Those Damn Life Events that Automatically Play on Repeat When We Least Expect Them

It was a beautiful Saturday evening in June, and Tim and I had decided to get out of the house for a little while. I remember that we were walking down Main Street in Collinsville when my phone rang. Tim was carrying Sweet Pea's pumpkin seat in one hand, holding my hand with the other... Continue Reading →

Fighting the onset of that “Un-Magical Moment” through Adulthood

When I was growing up, like most young people, I couldn’t wait to get older and be an adult. And now I watch my own children and just wish I could bottle up their youth so when they grow up, I could pour it over their heads so they could remember how good they had... Continue Reading →

Be the ‘Do as I Do’ for them, not just the ‘Do as I Say’

So I know I’ve been in a mother-figure role for the last 14 years, but since I had my boys I have come to realize how impressionable the young minds of children really are from the moment they are born. Now at the ages of 5 and 2, nothing gets past these two. And I mean NOTHING! Any... Continue Reading →

The Difference A Year Makes

Throughout my life, I have continuously heard the saying that "the grass is not always greener on the other side." And as I've gotten older, I have had to learn this the hard way too many times than not. A year ago this week, I was about to begin a new career with new opportunities,... Continue Reading →

The Dead Parents to Cancer (DPC) Club… A club no one wants to join, but far too many of us have

When I was 25, I unwillingly said good-bye to my father after watching him suffer a horrible six-month battle with cancer that ended up riddling his entire body before he passed. It was then that I became a member of the Dead Parents to Cancer (DPC) Club. On July 6, 2001, my oldest niece was... Continue Reading →

Don’t miss the journey rushing to the destination

When I was younger, I was like most girls who had dreams of finding the man of my dreams, getting married, having children, living in a house with a white picket fence and having this carefree fabulous life without stress and worry. Dream on, hooker! Dream on!!! But I also always thought when I met... Continue Reading →

Comfortable in My Own Life Vs. My Own Skin

Since I was young, I have always been a bigger girl. But even worse throughout my life, I've been called numerous things by ignorant people such as fat girl, the nice one, the one with the great personality or even the tag-a-long. While some of those aren't that bad, I know full well what they meant... Continue Reading →

No Stars in the City

After spending my entire life living in some suburb of St. Louis, I fully admit to being a city girl. While I don’t necessarily love the hustle and bustle of big cities and the continuous traffic and mayhem that comes with living near a city, I do believe that I would find the constant quiet... Continue Reading →

Five years: so much time, so little you… A Letter to Heaven

Over the last five years, I have written and rewritten the letter/email that I would send to my stepson if I could. I do wish there was a way to send letters, emails, texts or even make phone calls to heaven. But it's hard to believe that five years have passed since my stepson died on June 14,... Continue Reading →

Worrying is only for adults, right? Oh, wait…

When I was younger, that is what I wanted to believe – that worrying was only for adults. This was quite an ironic idea for me since I have been a natural worry wart my entire life. But when you’re younger, your worries are a bit naive as they should be because you are young... Continue Reading →

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