Manifestations, Miscarriages and Mindsets… Oh my πŸ™ŒπŸΌ

I had a miscarriage on my 37th birthday. Now let me back track a second here. I semi sorta read things about how to be an effective writer or marketer or whatever. A lot of stuff I read says to open up a piece of work with a jaw dropping line or something to that…

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What Frosty the Snowman taught me about belonging….

Well, well loves. We meet again. I’ve got a doozy of words sitting in my heart so I hope you’ve got some vino or your favorite Scratchtown brew by your side for this one. I’ll be frank. 2018 has kicked my ass. Starting right around Christmas last year I lost my job of 18 years,…

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A follow up to being judged and triggered…

I’m pretty sure it’s a Newton’s law about how an object at rests, stays at rest and an object in motion stays in motion. I am also pretty sure I am too lazy to look that up, so we will just go with it. πŸ™ƒ I hadn’t written for a lonnnnnnnng ass time. In this…

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What my relationship with Bearded Things has taught me about my ego…

Have you ever gotten so pissed off at your significant other that you wanted to brutally destroy them and demolish any shred of the relationship left and do a heel click in the air upon leaving the scene??? Ya. Me neither. πŸ™ƒ Ok I fibbed (lied my ass off). From the onset of my relationship…

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I wonder what it would be like to miss my dead mom…

I have a love/ really fucking annoyed at/ hate relationship with Facebook. I LOVE soooooo many aspects of it. Connecting with and loving on my peeps that are not near me. Getting snippets into the lives of those I care about. Halloween is one of my very favoritest (made up word) times in the Facebook…

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Authenticity, Originality Insecurities…. Oh My!

I’ve been sitting around with so many words in my heart and soul it’s time to put the pen to paper. Again. This subject has been sitting (pretty fucking) ill with me for a while and I have simply been unable to shake it. So that’s where journaling and blogging come in for my healing…

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How waitressing has shown me some old wounds…

I haven’t been wordy for a while. Well that’s a lie. Ive been wordy cause that’s who I am on a cellular level 😜 I just haven’t officially worded in blog form lately. So here goes: Something rattled my little heart the other day and it’s through writing I am able to journal and heal.…

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How my own self-love journey allowed me to heal from hating Dead Mom…

When I think about it I realize that I have spent the majority of my life vehemently hating my (now dead) mom. It’s been a hot minute since I have sat down and let words come to life. I think it’s time to give credit where credit is due. I need to talk about my…

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