The Work They Can’t See

“Productive.” It’s the bane of my existence. It’s the new 4 letter word. The same goes for “goals.” I have to admit that I’ve felt completely lost for a while now. At least a few years and probably for much longer than that. Aside from wanting to be a singer or an actress when I

First Day of School

My oldest started kindergarten today. For the last few nights I have been waking up in the middle of the night worrying about him. I usually wake up around 3 am and a never-ending cycle of questions swirl through my head. What if he’s too nervous to talk? What if he doesn’t make any friends?

“Sexy Lady”

About a month ago a friend text me a picture of myself and a message that said, “sexy lady.”  The picture was of a 19 year old me laughing in a bikini. When I opened the text message and saw the picture I immediately closed my screen and put my phone away. I never responded

Why though?

I’ve always written. Almost every day for a majority of my life, I have written something. This started when I got my first diary at 8 years old. I promised it (the diary) that I would write in it every day, and I did for a while because promises are very serious commitments for a