You’re Allowed To Have Feelings | Even If Others Have It Worse

I can't remember exactly if I was a freshman yet in high school, but if not, it was right at the end of my middle school years. It was a sunny day during this walk. Patterns of tree branches danced along the pavement. Birds sung sweetly. At least something was positive that day. Heat prickled…

Driving Anxiety | My Life

(And I have to state I'm not diagnosed or anything, but I know this isn't healthy either.) Let me explain why my fear and anxiety is so great. I have driving anxiety, to the point, knowing what I have to write, is turning my stomach right now. I came from a village, population under four…

Why It Isn’t “Happy” Memorial Day

A holiday to remember those who gave their lives while active. They never retired. They never came back for their family and friends. They never got to have a homecoming, a barbecue with those who love them. While there will be laughter on this day, there will also be tears and heartache. Never forget. Teach…

Trash Ate My Meatloaf | My Life

I thought these posts could be amusing, trying to make light of things that annoy me, or terrify me. But it has come to my attention the world is against me. Today was suppose to be a sweet day. Today was suppose to be a nice day. Today...I taught my husband how to make meatloaf.…

What Mom Taught Me Throughout The Ages

Though I didn't realize all the time... My mom taught me at age 4 she valued my feelings. Fearing I would misunderstand going to kindergarten because my brother was born a few months before school started, she didn't have me go till I turned six. She didn't want me to feel my family was, "getting rid…

Memory Lane | Driving With Dad

I wrote last week in Provoking Poetry | Sweet Silent Thought about the power of memory. The gift we have through memory. Reliving the past. Dreaming once more. Most of the moments I capture within my heart and treasure are fairly simple. There isn't much extravagance. I want to share with you my favorite memories, and have…

Dear Past Teenage Me

Dear Past Teenage Me, How are you doing? No, really. How are you doing? I know life is confusing for you. I lived it. There are going to be more nights of tears, and more days of crying in class. Secrets you will keep to yourself. But many just say it's hormones. Right? Your current…