I don't know why I thought of my grandmother MaryBelle this morning, but her face popped up in my head when I awakened to start my day.
Toni’s Memoir (Pain is Inevitable…Draft) Page 1
I was put on display, positioned to be the star; the one to crawl out of the pit. The one child who would make my daddy proud that any of us were born. The savior. Such a heavy burden for a little five year old girl, and at that moment I had no knowledge of any of these expectations, nor how they would shape my life.
My Angels always show up for the after-party…
It's just a part of my reality now. I've accepted the heartache that wells up inside my soul when the Mother's Day commercials start to pour in. Even though I am a mother, and I get my props this time of year from the media (and boy how that makes me feel valued!), I still... Continue Reading →
Joy in the Journey
I have to admit that I was never the type of Oprah fan that watched her show every day or even taped it or stayed up at night to see what it was unless a friend called and said "you have to see this!". I never tried to get on any of the Oprah's favorite... Continue Reading →
Toni's Room 