Grieving Isn’t a Spectator Sport

Why do some believe everyone should grieve openly and if you don’t, then you are cold and uncaring? When did my grief become a spectator sport? As individuals with individual emotions, we grieve differently. Some are pressured into grieving according to the terms of others. Why? Because some people aren’t comfortable being in tune with…

Saying ‘Goodbye’ to My Daddy

Daddy, Today, I say, ‘goodbye’ to you while you still have breath. Your lungs are failing you and cancer has invaded every cell in your body. You no longer eat nor drink. You are preparing to transition. Family members told me you kept calling the nurse by my name. When I arrived early Friday morning,…

Travel: The Journey Continues

RELEASE DATE JUNE 30, 2015! Available on Amazon and Createspace! I am so stoked that my latest book of poetry, Travel: The Journey Continues, will be released June 30, 2015! It has taken me several years to compile some of my deepest emotions in words. It can be exhausting. That’s why it took me so…

We Choose Happiness or Bitterness

Rich or poor, educated or uneducated, healthy or ill, adult or child, it COSTS YOU NOTHING to be kind. Yesterday, I witnessed how people CHOOSE to be unhappy and attempt to poison another person’s spirit. I was at a local hardware retail store in a very upscale neighborhood. The sales clerk has the most beautiful…

Between Mothers and Daughters

Between Mothers and Daughters It’s difficult to say when the love/hate relationship began; but it appeared too soon for my liking. From the time I felt you shutter within me until the day we moved to the same city of your birth father, my love for you seemed flawless. Family Night Fridays, Girls-In-Action, and watching…

My Journey

At 8 years old, I fell in love with writing. My third grade teacher, Miss Brown, introduced our class to Japanese poetry called Haiku. I don’t remember my first haiku, but I immediately realized writing this simple, 3-lines, 5-7-5 syllables form gave me the voice I never had.

Starting New Every Day

As I awoke this morning to my cat, Bootsie’s, demands to get up and let him outside, I fussed at him because all I wanted to do was sleep a little past 6:30 a.m.  As I grudgingly climbed out of bed and pouting, I saw Bootsie’s beautiful, yellow eyes looking up at me and I…

A Test of Faith

Today, I heard there is a new U.S. dollar coin that does not have the ‘IN GOD WE TRUST’ slogan on the back. As I don’t watch a lot of mainstream news shows, the bit that I did catch was filled with talking heads who were in an uproar about this missing slogan. I don’t…

A Love Letter to Nature

I sat very still and focused on you surrounding me. You didn’t discriminate. You gently caressed the leaves of the trees’ and softly brushed my cheeks. You lit the skies with luminous brilliance and dotted it with fluffy, white clouds. You provided a winter harvest for the busy squirrel who scurried past me with stuffed…

If Only For a Day

I love sharing positive messages and images. I am so connected to many spirits whom I have never met in person. I am thankful to have had such experiences. It’s because of this I have decided to open my home to my neighbors this holiday season. I will hand deliver invitation inviting them to share…

The Zone

As a writer, I get in ‘The Zone’. What is ‘The Zone’? Well, I go the mental and spiritual place where my writing creativity is in full swing. I put on my Pandora nature music channel or windows to listen to nature outside my patio doors, open my blinds to let the sunshine in, turn…

On Writing Well

Writing is a time-consuming process. If you are serious about becoming a very good writer as well as a sought after writer, time commitment is vital. There will be times when you just don’t want to write. There will be times when you can’t seem to squeeze a single word out of your head. Fear…

Chapter II

Chapter II Michelle His smell was so comforting. His strong arms gently wrapped around her waist. “William, I love you very much,” Michelle softly whispered in his ear. “I love you, too, Baby,” he replied. Michelle laid her head in William’s chest. That is the only place Michelle felt safe and secure. “I want it…

Chapter I In The Beginning

In The Beginning . . . Chapter I William He could not understand the dream. Her face was so real. Her features so beautiful – so regal. Michelle was her name. He felt her – her hands, her face, her lips. His body against her silky, soft skin. But, it was just a dream. Each…

Parallel – Still Searching

Still Searching To my lifetime love who is out there living parallel to me. You are the inspiration for this story. You are my parallel. My soul mate. My soul tie. Someday we will reach the end of the love journey and live our lives face-to-face. Until then, let’s never stop looking for each other.

The Damaged – Chapter Four

Disobedience, in the eyes of anyone who has read history, is man’s original virtue. It is through disobedience and rebellion that progress has been made. ~ Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900), The Soul of Man Under Socialism CHAPTER FOUR The Ward The gray walls are depressing. I’m already depressed and those walls don’t make it…

The Damaged – Chapter Two

Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for. ~ Dag Hammarskjold (1905 – 1961) CHAPTER TWO Silent Nightmare – March 1987 The only people who know I have been committed to the psych ward are my estranged husband,  commanding officer, executive officer, and my former…

The Damaged – Introduction

Introduction It’s a scary place, the 5th floor of a Naval Hospital. That’s the place where the damaged are housed. Those whose broken pieces are shattered over many years, some pieces lost forever. White, Black, Latino, Asian, European, male, female, heterosexual, homosexual, or transgender, it didn’t matter. We were all pulled apart by the poisonous…

The Damaged – We’re All Broken

The Damaged – We’re All Broken We’re all broken, damaged to some extent. Children are born innocent and whole. They love without conditions and give without expectation. They are broken by their parents’, or guardians’, brokenness who were broken by their parents or guardians. It’s a vicious cycle. No one knows where it really began….

The Damaged

It’s a scary place, the 5th floor of a Naval Hospital. That’s the place where the damaged are housed. Those whose broken pieces are shattered over many years, some pieces lost forever. White, Black, Latino, Asian, European, male, female, heterosexual, homosexual, or transgendered, it didn’t matter. We were all pulled apart by the poisonous claws…