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...
Lies and deception of a relationship.....
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!
Would you like some simple, easy solutions to your cleaning needs? Here's a few to save you some time and money.
Did you know you can use everyday staple items in your house for cleaning? It will save you time and money.
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.
Amber has battled daily with the bizarre symptoms from Chiari Malformation. You can help her feel 'human' again.
Drug addiction becomes a tug of war between good vs. evil. Your loved one becomes a shell of their former self.
How does she cope with her son's drug addiction? She has to find a way to deal with it in her own way.
Cool, crisp, nights. A calming effect of everything right. Cuddle by the fireplace, sipping on hot chocolate. Reminiscing............. of all the vibrant colors emerging. Bringing to an end the image of a green wall. As one walks...
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...
This was wrote by my late husband after a near death experience.
This is just a little poem, I wrote about my son. It's how I felt, he may have felt during his period of drug usage.
After reading this, you decide. Is alcoholism a disease or choice?
You can get hurt in a lot of ways. Words hurt badly, and your heart decays. Many things go wrong, and people anticipate. I think people should appreciate. Getting hurt is hard to get over. Some people just do it without thinking,...
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.
Does social media and networking play a role in teaching teens respect?
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...
I met this child a few years ago. He's as pure as the winter driven snow. His presence makes you look at reality. He has one perfect personality. He'll make you laugh one way or another. God, I'm glad he's my little son's brother. J,...
Another poem wrote by my late husband... Based on the importance of listening to a child and their 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.
Fall holds it's own unique meaning for every individual. It could be the coming of cooler days to some. While others, think of tailgating and football. To the younger individuals, it means back to school. Those who are passionate about nature, enjoy...
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?".
A mother's worst nightmare is brought to light as she discovers his addiction. Her struggles within tore her apart.
I miss these moments when he was just a little guy travelling when he came to visit!!
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.