My son's father didn't want him to play football, so I respected his wishes and didn't pursue it. Then one day my son wrote me a note that said "Mom, I love football and I really, really want to play football." I was so touched by his note and I knew that even though his father was against it, as a mother, I felt it was my duty to give life to his passions.
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 →
Tangled
It's been quite a while since I've sat down to write even though so many ideas have entered my mind since my last post. The summer is an insanely busy time for me and now that the kids are back in school and on a fairly normal schedule, I am able to take some time for myself.... Continue Reading →
Independence Day
I am committed to freeing my mind of the "I should have's", the "what-ifs" the "as soon as" and the "next year I'll start" - the words that keep my unlimited happiness chained up and my passion for life incarcerated. It's time to make my escape plan, gather my tools and start chipping away at the brick wall in my subconscious mind.
Planted firmly in the moment
My daughter insists on searching for the most colorful weed each day and brings me a bouquet of them - and I allow her. I smile and place them in a vase as if I just received a dozen roses because I know she is reminding me that every creation of God is special, no matter how it looks or what its put on this Earth to do.
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.
Blood Tears – Original Poetry in memory of the freedom fighters
crying I sit here writing this poem thinking of the sacrifices that have brought me to tears
For Bunta..
By letting go of our young women, we trust the Creator to provide them with the opportunity to grow into greatness and use what they’ve learned to choose the path best suited for them.
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.
Toni's Room 