She cries.....
So many thoughts I jot down on paper are from experiences, some through my own eyes and some through others.
Remembering what is most important in life......
Wishing for a happily ever after...
A poem of love lost and feeling broken.....
My heart does break.......
Trying a little different poetry.....
Falling in love before ever meeting...then it changed.
A poem of a young lady who can't seem to understand why she can't find true love. She tries to make sense of it, always wondering why.
Sleep eludes me each and every night... Dear Sleep, Can you help me with this plight?
Just a little poem on how thoughts can become so overpowering to an individual.
A poem of love not returned...
A poem of desire and free will....
Love can be complicated and comparable to a roller coaster ride.
I must let you go....
A passion of my late husband was cooking. He loved to cook.
This was my last love letter to my husband. My heart broke the day he passed away..... a broken heart like no other...
If you haven't had the opportunity to teach your teenager to drive, you are definitely in for a treat. Just remember break out the crash helmet, get your prescription of xanax refilled, and check to ensure 'oh sh*t' handles are installed. Good luck!
Everyone seems to be on-the-go and not always able to fix a big breakfast. I discovered pancakes are a quick, easy, and hot breakfast for those with a busy lifestyle. It's simple to make and easy to clean up......and your kids will love it!
Looking for some great dip or appetizer recipes for your next get-together. Here are just a few, all in one place just for you.
Everyday people judge others by what they do, how they act, how they dress, and the list goes on and on. I think it is horrible we live in a society of so many people who are hyprocrites. I decided to put a list of quotes together that are some of...
After reading this, you decide. Is alcoholism a disease or choice?
Recovery has to be wanted by the addict. The addict has to be ready to accept responsibility for their own recovery.
ALS (Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis), also known as Lou Gehrig's disease effects the central nervous system.
I grew up not knowing my father.. I never met him until I was seventeen. When he passed away, my late husband wrote this for me to read at his funeral. He captured my true feelings...
Don't hold onto the bitterness... what's important in life is family... So many things in life change, remember the little things. Those little things sometimes creates the best memories.
As I was driving down the road, from the back seat came this tiny little voice. "Why we going down this road?". I replied, "This is the way we go to Mamma's house." Almost as soon as I have finished speaking came, "Where?".
My beautiful granddaughter... Lily Grace...
A little poem I wrote for my grandson. I had crocheted a baby blanket for him. This poem was enclosed in the box at the baby shower. The box also included his daddy's baby blanket as well.
This was a poem written by my late husband.... the day our granddaughter was born.. April 7, 2005
As a parent, you feel helpless when your child has an addiction. You become consumed with their addiction.