It’s Time….

Fear was looming over my every decision and every move like a hawk does to its prey - flying high above my head, waiting for the chance to swoop down and carry me away.

My Superhero – A note of thanksgiving for all sons

I write this not just to honor my son and thank my Creator for entrusting me with this angel, but also for my brothers, my nephews, my male friends and even my father - to confirm for all men who may doubt, that they will always hold a most precious place in their mothers' heart, regardless of how their mother may or may not have expressed it.

Getting comfortable in my own skin – Part deux

There's such a rush of adrenalin, passion and life that flows through every ounce and every vein and the endorphins were all over the place! He was dying to unwrap the package and it made me more intent on teasing him and making him wait until he couldn't take it any more.

How did I get here?

It had been over a year since I had felt lips on my skin or hands around my waist. And if I was going to take this leap back into intimacy, then who better than someone I had known for twenty years. I trusted this man. I could feel safe and vulnerable at the same time. So I lept.

Facing the fear

I didn't think I would ever be able to step out on faith and insist on a life of peace and joy. I take things one day at a time and I thank God for the little things.

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