My mother is an intelligent woman. I don't think I have ever given her enough credit for that. My parents are respectable people. They are kind and generous. My mother has a saying, though she didn't come up with it. It's her reply and has been her answer to almost every issue that has troubled… Continue reading Mama Says
My little sister is getting married this week. Like most weddings, plenty of preparations have been made. I've never driven to Pittsburgh before. I've stocked up the car to be ready for anything that may happen on the way down. I have two outfits to pick from in case I change my mind and depending… Continue reading Wedding Prep
I was a very emotional kid. I was a people pleaser. I think this stemmed from being adopted - I think most adopted kids struggle with feeling unwanted - even the very fortunate ones like me who were adopted and chosen by amazing families. I worried about people liking me and would take it very… Continue reading The Art of Not Giving A F***k.
I moved out when I was 17. I was 21 when I moved back home with my parents. It lasted a crazy four months. I moved back because of a traumatic experience and my mental health was in serious need for restoration. In that time my mother made sure that I was healing and not… Continue reading “Adult”ISH
About two years ago, my grandmother advanced to the winner's circle in this game called Life. The following was an experience I had shortly after. "Today I got my first visit from Jehovah witnesses. They were looking for my grandmother then offered their condolences after learning that she had passed. I thanked them both and… Continue reading Witness
When things are good, I find myself holding my breath, afraid to move, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Almost as if the powers that be forgot that little black cloud and if I smile too loudly, they will hear and bring more obstacles my way. This is how I've been living, always just… Continue reading Exhale
I have one tattoo. I got it when I was 24 with my sisters and my mother. The four of us all look so different. My older sister is dark, with almost black eyes and a wide toothy smile. Her hair is short and fine, soft and shiny. My hair is the longest, brown and… Continue reading Birds of a Feather