Sick and Tired; Confessions of a Reformed Junk Food Junkie

As an independent mom, I found myself the past few years relying on the fast food restaurants way too much. It was so easy as we rushed from one after school activity to another to just drive through somebody's window, order, and shovel it in, in the car on the way to the next place. My kids loved it, and I'm not sure if they were more addicted to the food or the toys. I had a lot less dishes to wash, and could spend more time with the kids, so it seemed like a win-win situation.

Frustrated – Original Poetry 12/6/05

I am so tired of living among a passion-less people So exhausted, so full of excuses of why they don't have time to or don't have the energy to Can't fit the struggle into their schedule of Pilates classes, after work affairs and the nine to five Complaining about the lack of, the need for and their people being so poor... Continue Reading →

But for the Grace…

I know there's been so much that's already been said about the senseless killings of the Sandy Hook Elementary School children and staff, and so many early judgements about the killer, his family and why it happened. But I feel like I need to share the fear that came up for me and maybe for... Continue Reading →

My inner child..

Sitting in the warm Fall sun, watching my five year old on the trampoline, I felt as though I were looking at my inner child. My children have had so many experiences in their childhood that I never had, and I just realized today how healing it has been for me to participate in their... Continue Reading →

Meet Me…

"Fly into my love..." Phyllis no one could have said it better I want to melt like glue on the pavement in the hot weather when you are near me I want to stop time and tell the job, the bills, the kids and the static to hush.. I want to ride on the next... Continue Reading →

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.

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