I'm not a complicated person. The simple things in life make me smile. My writing reflects who I am; honest, sometimes naive, normally gullible, and loyal to what and who I believe in. I'm not one to write about things I know nothing about, using big words
+ more bio informationGraduates sometimes look at graduation as the end of something, and as a graduate, I understand completely; no more term papers, no more final exams, no more cramming for tests the night before, but in reality, it is just the beginning. Not long after the shouts of jubilee die down and cans of string are emptied, it is time t... More..
Sometimes I jokingly say I don't know what I want to be when I grow up and I'm 47 years old, but deep down I know that is not the truth! I know, I just don't think it is feasible. Don't laugh, I'm finishing my Bachelor's Degree in Human Resources and Organizational Management (I took the scenic route!) and it doesn't have any... More..
In today's world we categorize everything. We like everything nice and tidy, positioned in its own cub-by hole, not so we will know where it is, but to better define, in our own minds, who is supposed to deal with it, without twinging our own conscience, of course. Most usually, we reason it is someone else's problem so it la... More..
The holiday season usually leaves behind more than just dried pine needles and candle wax. Those of us who struggle daily with weight issues usually throw in the towel during these joyous times due to the fact it seems pointless to even try with all of the home-baked goodies and "feeders" around. You know the people who act o... More..
Dead People Dancing Good!As any good parent, I monitored what my children watched on television, especially when they were very young and impressionable. As we all know, there are many programs not suitable for children or even for adults for that matter, but that is another article altogether!In the afternoon, cartoons were ... More..
Strands of hair, like five pound-test fishing line, pressed into her fingers as Maxine wound them into ringlets, or banana curls as her momma used to call them. She flinched remembering how it felt when her hair would catch in the comb during her and her momma's morning ritual, jerking her head backwards. A sharp rap on top o... More..
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