I believe, people can't give what they don't know, understand, or have never experienced. But we have all experienced some type of loss. We lose jobs, friends, family, pets, money and material things. Sometimes, we lose ourselves in grief and self-pity that the person/thing we loved most is one day gone. Just like that no warning, or maybe the signs were always there, but we stay stuck rooted in the foundation of our beliefs, because the fear of being lost and alone scares u

I am creatively constipated, so today's blog is me trying to find the remedy; relief to begin anew and put words to paper again. The thing is I feel like I am sitting on the verge of a breakthrough so why do things feel, blocked? I have been on the journey, maybe not faithfully the whole time, but I'm still here knowing I have the power to put The End to my story at any time if I wanted to. What, it's not against the law. I have learned that it is not my moral compass that

Dedicated to Bill and Stacy "I trust the next chapter because I know the author" Wow, right!? This message has been sitting on my heart since I unwrapped it recently. A Christmas gift from my in-laws, one they probably consider as late. I, however, believe that it was received right on time. See, I've been sitting on a blank page and had been asking myself what exactly I thought was to happen next. I mean, it seems I have been blindly "trusting the process" thus far; and j

I'm struggling with the words. My mouth is dry and I can't slow down the thoughts long enough to concentrate. Time and mistakes can't be erased. Choices can't be undone or reversed. Does anyone really know what they are capable of until it is time to decide which one is going to hurt worse? Will it be the truth or the lie that was told? So, if the truth be told, just how far would you go? Would you take the risk or shift the blame? You say you would take the bullet, but woul