I know someone needs to hear this besides me. We are always on the go moving so fast that we forget where we’re going and what we are doing. A few weeks ago I was in such a rush getting home from work trying to do a load of laundry before taking Sydney to therapy, … More Today
If I learned anything going through my divorce, I learned to remain classy. Remaining classy during times when your emotions are high, can be difficult. But why lower your standards just because you are hurt and angry? I’m not diminishing your pain and suffering at all. I challenge you to remain classy when someone makes … More Where Are My Big Girl Panties?
Dating after divorce is difficult, dating period can be difficult. Dating for a special needs parent has a few more challenges. I don’t have time to waste so if you’re not jumping on the autism train with us than “Bye Felecia!” Finding the time and energy to date is hard for me and don’t forget … More My Companion
If the shoe fits wear it right? It worked for Cinderella, she even got a man out of the deal. Have you ever realized that you don’t belong although you fit in perfectly? One day you will realize that you are an orange slice squeezing in to fit in with garlic. I don’t know about … More When You Don’t Belong
I don’t know much about chess, I just want to yell checkmate with authority and rise from the table as the victor. I want to be in charge. I want to capture something that is threatening me and I win the game for a chance. I’ve taken the L too many times for the team. … More Checkmate
I’ve said it before you are either in the storm, coming out of the storm or heading into a storm. Mark my words a storm is always stirring. How will you handle the storm? Will you let it consume you? Dictate how you live your life and treat others? The storm may have you so … More A Storm Is Always Coming
My fears are real. You may think they are silly. Lately my fears are suffocating me. I am afraid of thunderstorms, dying before Harrison and Sydney and my fear of cats are just a few. If some stray cats were chasing me. I could run a 5K and be skinny as hell. I have a … More The Fear Is Killing Me