Her: It took me awhile, Long nights, tears were shed But, in the end I could once again smile. It is true when they say What once was lost will be found For I found myself When he said Goodbye that day Him: It took me awhile, I partied, I drank, had a good time … Continue reading That Day
A young woman spends her life trying to drown out the past. One night she finds out the answer to moving cannot be found in the bottle but by forgiving herself.
My child is NOT autism. He HAS autism. There is a difference.
No one can write your story but you. But that doesn't mean you have to go through the process alone.
If you were asked what you thought was the most important part of the writing process, what would you say? Planning and outlining? Writing? Revision? If I was asked this question a week ago, I would have said that the writing was most important. After all, you can’t go through the writing process without writing. … Continue reading Last Chance to Perfection — The Revision Process
Grandma, Hardest thing I ever had to do Was see you when you’re not you The one who always took care of me Never letting me down Now it’s breaking my heart to see How life has turned around Not a crisis I have gone through Where you weren’t by my side All the lessons … Continue reading A Poem For Grandma
Sometimes the only way to get through grief is to write it out
Last week I was in the mood to look through my box of keepsakes. In it I keep all the cards I've received over the years, family photos, and school mementos of the kids. And I happened to run across this gem: A short story my son wrote for me when he was into … Continue reading Class Trip to the Farm-A short story by an imaginative 7 year old
Yesterday was a good day. I cooked my first turkey. I saw a cousin I hadn't seen in awhile. I ate...ALOT. All in all it was a pretty great Thanksgiving. Except for one fact. There is a very strong possibility that yesterday was, in fact, my last Thanksgiving with my grandmother. A.K.A my best friend, … Continue reading Bittersweet Holiday
Last night I slept in my new place for the first time. As I lay there, pondering the meaning of the universe as I often do when I can't sleep, a saying my Nana used to say kept repeating in my head. "Better late than never" You see, I was supposed to have moved … Continue reading Better Late Than Never