In my young adult years, I had a hard time being seen for who I was.
I was always identified by where I grew up, whose sister I was or who I hung out with. Although I loved those aspects of myself, I was more.
As years went on, I had to make choices for my happiness. Choices often opposite of what I thought was expected of me. That meant becoming vulnerable to change and criticism.
That shift came with a yearning to experience more of what life had to offer. I began to look outside the walls put in place by others and myself to live a life God wanted me to live.
I began to capture these experiences in my writing. This became a way for me to purge, process and heal.
This blog is that journey and it continues. A journey full of love, tears, pride and lots of laughs.
Thanks for joining me.
Guns, Guns, and more Guns
I’m disgusted. Two mass shootings happened within days of each other in our nation in Buffalo, New York and Uvalde, Texas. In both incidents the shooter was armed with a military style weapon.
After the massacre at the grocery store in Buffalo, I was initially glad the police were able to apprehend the subject. Later, sadness kicked in as I saw pictures of the victims. Tears rolled down my cheeks