It has been a year since I introduced Francesca the Unicorn to the world. I had been working on her story for years and my intention was to publish a lot sooner, but life and fear got in the way. I have come to realize that fear (more than life) seems to prevent me from accomplishing my dreams. I have left so many dreams behind simply due to not believing in myself. For a long time, I hesitated releasing my book because I was not sure if it was a story people wanted to h

I have not blogged in a while. You would think that being at home, in the middle of a pandemic, would have allowed me more time to do...

Almost two years ago, I noticed that my dad was not as active as usual. He was not eating as much and eventually started complaining...

Not long ago, you had a job you complained about almost every day.  Not long ago, you had a church you missed going to because Sundays...

Do you ever wish you had more time in your day? What would you do with an extra hour, or two, or perhaps five or six? Is it impossible...

As I reflect on 2019, I realize that the entire year has been filled with strenuous times, but also joyous ones. I’ve had much heartache,...

As I was scrolling through Facebook yesterday, I saw that a teenager was missing in my area. I shared it in hopes that someone had seen...

Eighteen years have passed since the day that changed our country forever. It has been so long, yet I can see the images vividly in my...

On a beautiful day in May, he came. I knew he was coming soon, but I had no idea it would be that day. From the beginning, my son was...

My kids were fighting the other day about something silly. I told my daughter to show her brother grace, because he was agitated, and...

Just imagine a world without Fridays.  What would that be like? Would it even matter? I think it would. Fridays are so exciting...

What is Randomness?  To me it is about everything and anything.  I am not black, white, and please don't even dare think that I'm gray! I am full of colors.  Beautiful, bold, exciting colors.  Each color represents a part of me.  When I think of what being random means I see a perfect depiction of who I am.  One moment I am a calm summer breeze and the next I am a winter storm.  What exactly does this mean?  Am I sick? Should I get checked out, because yes, it does sound like