Finding Your Voice

Finding your voice as a writer is not an easy task. It is something I have been trying to do for the last couple of years. If there is anything that my failed attempt at self-publishing helped me to accomplish, it was that it helped me find and develop my voice as an writer. OverContinue reading “Finding Your Voice”

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Portrait of a Young Girl

Sophia’s long red hair whipped around wildly as the wind rustled through the leaves of the large willow tree that sat on her parents property. She walked to her favorite spot, behind the old barn. Sitting down on the piece of sandstone that framed the old well, she noticed the piece of cement that covedContinue reading “Portrait of a Young Girl”

Eight Credits

Eight Credits… that is all it will take for me to get my Associate of Science and Associate of Arts. This comes as a relief to me, as I realize all those loans I took out when I was young and stupid might not be in vain. Eight Credits closer to my dream of becomingContinue reading “Eight Credits”

Write, write, write.

I have always been scared to write. The odd thing is, the more I write the less fearful I become. In evaluating my life, I believe I have figured out where this fear comes from. The fear comes from people telling me over the years that what I wrote did not matter. That I couldContinue reading “Write, write, write.”

Be Like a Child

“Be like a child who has not had their soul crushed. Be fearless. Have faith, and know that you are worthy. Follow your dreams. Live dangerously. Love like you have never loved before. It is in this way you will be able to change the world. It is never to late to start living the life you always have dreamed of having.”

My Musical Life

This week was a good week for my Son and Family. It brought back many memories. My Dad is a Music Director at a local Catholic Church. They have a chicken dinner every year to raise money for the parish. My Dad plays the organ for people who are coming to see the church. AfterContinue reading “My Musical Life”

Freedom Is Not Free

My Son wildly claps his hands and says “Boom.. boom!” and he owhhs… and ahhhs… as we watch the fireworks from the balcony of our one bedroom apartment. Here I am reminded that freedom is not free and we are not done fighting for it yet. How can you be free when your husband andContinue reading “Freedom Is Not Free”