This was Saturday I was ready for the weekend. I just knew I was looking cute!!! Fast forward to yesterday I looked like a chipmunk with a swollen face, bags under my eyes from crying and my anxiety at the highest. My last two wisdom teeth needed to come out and I was walking around … More I Was Looking Cute!
I battled infertility, an autism and epilepsy diagnosis for Sydney, a divorce and relocating my family. I’m strong but I’m also human and death is something that hits me hard. We lost our matriarch and for the past three days I have been in a daze. Not able to write, pray or focus. I am … More Grief
Look God this has gone on for too long you can send a sign, a miracle or part The Red Sea at anytime. I’m ready. Please forgive me for gossiping yesterday. The devil made me do it. In Jesus name Amen. This was my prayer earlier today during my lunch break. You don’t have to … More Would You Pray For…
Eleven years ago I was in the same room with someone that I loved as they talked about taking their life in front of me. That was the most traumatizing event of my life. My words would have the power to save this person or not affect them at all. The situation ended well but … More Don’t Miss The Signs
Maybe I shouldn’t have kept the appointments for Sydney at the hospital yesterday. I had my journals of data that I collected and I was ready to present my case. I know I don’t talk about her epilepsy much, but it’s a major part of her life as well. I drove through a rainstorm in … More Sorry Doc, I Can’t Answer I’m Not Wearing My Wonder Woman Cape Today
I wasn’t sure why I felt a little sad the other day. Then a song came on my playlist and it reminded me of home, Michigan. The song brought back so many memories and I immediately started calling my friends back home. Just hearing their voices would make it better I was sure of it, … More Feeling Homesick
I have been crying a lot lately. Some tears are tears of sadness. Some situations in my past, I have no tears left to cry. I cried when Sydney asked people “How was your summer?” I didn’t prompt her. She initiated the interaction. I cried when Harrison spoke about his dad. He said he prays … More One Last Cry