I started this blog so that I could have a place to recover my passion for writing. I am so grateful for all of my subscribers and those who continue to comment and encourage me to write because it has been a safe haven for my emotions and a place to share my journey. I hope that my honesty will help others to reinvent, recover and/or recreate themselves.
The Collective Open Mic is a warm, encouraging, non-judgmental family of poets, writers and artists and I am so thrilled to be asked to warm up the mic for the featured poets on Friday, August 15th at La Rose Jazz Club. I hope you can come out to support me and support the arts!
A good friend told me just a few days before my fracture, "even Superwoman has to put her cape in the dry cleaners for a few days" but Superwoman didn't listen. I found out the hard way that when Superwoman is too stubborn to slow down, God sometimes does it for her.
I am worthy of a life free of fear And I deserve to have someone I trust to pull me near Whisper "I love you" sensual and sincerely in my ear And not cringe from disbelief
Oh to be a flake
A Snowbound, Single-Mom's Prayer (Original Poetry).
Well, it's day two of this winter blizzard, and the schools have been closed both days. When you're homebound with two young, energetic kids you have to keep a sense of humor and an attitude of faith and hope! I enjoy sleeping in, and I love my kids dearly, but boy am I looking forward... Continue Reading →
It was the first time that I purposely chose not to try and "use" the time to cram in every library, museum or other extra curricular event that looked exciting and intriguing during the holiday break. They both get so over-worked (in my opinion) at school that I wanted them to just do nothing for a change.
Will the calls and cards and letters Soak up every grief-stained tear Will his grandchildren cease to miss him At graduations and weddings from year to year
I can't even put into words the overwhelming feeling that came over me walking, arm in arm with my niece, approaching the stage while Ms. Arie sang to a theatre filled with just us 25 or so VIP Experience guests. She waved to us and made us feel as if we were her BFFs sitting in her living room, and all I remember thinking is...how did this happen? How am I worthy?
Toni's Room 