This past weekend we went to San Francisco with our kids. We have taken a few trips through the years and I have good memories from all of them. One year Jason and I took my mom to a Giants game while I was pregnant with Camden. It was fun, but all I remember from
I will admit I have been suffering somewhat of a mental block the last few days. I have been writing, mostly poetry as it helps me to sort through my thoughts, but every poem I write feels like it comes from a place too deep to share. Have you ever felt or written something so
I have a fun, somewhat controversial ‘idea’ to share about. I have recently been toying with the idea of getting a tattoo for my thirtieth birthday. It is not the first time I have considered it, but I have yet to get one because I never really took the possibility seriously…until now. More than I
Once upon a time there was an ordinary girl. Or it least she felt like one. She had a mom, a dad, and two brothers. She always had a home, loving grandparents, wonderful Christmas and birthday memories, friends and a fun childhood. One day everything changed. The ‘dad’ made a choice to become the predator,
Stone gaze, sharp sight, Blue eyes zero in, Peeling back layer by layer Of your mask. If you took the time, To pluck feather by feather, The red sheen blinding your eyes like Fire, You would find a vulnerable soft mass, Of skin and burned bones.