... or not so good. Learning to live with grief, is one of the absolute hardest lessons a person can ever experience. There are moments when you’re fine, and then some when you can feel every ounce of yourself falling apart. There are days when you want to stay home, scream, and cry, but you keep going. And there are days when you actually do stay home, scream, and cry. I have had those days; 316 days later, I still have those days. In fact, I'm sure that I have cried more in

I know… I know… where the heck have I been. Well, everywhere and nowhere at all. Lol. Anyhoo…. Sorry. Buuuuutttt here we go….. Best friend, bestie, BFF, ace… Growing up, I didn’t have many friends. I was (am) what you would call a loner. Because of the self-esteem that I lacked, earlier on in life, I longed to have friends, a best friend, someone to take the attention off of myself. I wanted that amazing BFF that Brandy sang about. Y’all know the jam: “I don’t know what I’d e

I had one of “those days!” You know…”those days”…the ones that that just don’t seem to go as planned?  “Those days” that feel like they fall apart at every seam? I planned for a great day…a day full of awesomeness! Or at least as close to normal as I can get.  But…(BIG but) I had a pretty ROUGH day. I mean, not everyday is the greatest, I get that, and I don’t expect it to be but I usually don’t let it get to me like today.  I LITERALLY questioned EVERYTHING but the existence

I learned that, in order to be most effective, even if you are in a disagreeable situation, your attitude MUST be in check at ALL TIMES.  And…well…I failed!  I failed to check MY attitude…I failed MISERABLY.  And, it’s really a bummer too.  I was disappointed in myself, for hours afterward. I mean, down in the dumps disappointed in my attitude and my lack of positivity.  I prayed…I even cried (no, I really did cry).  Now, you gotta know me to understand how hard I am on mysel

I won’t sit here and claim that I get approached all the time or that every guy and his brother notices me.  Nope…I’m not that one.  But, I’ve had a few recent experiences that have caused me to worry about our young men.  And this time, not in a life or death manner.  No, this is more of a social disturbance.  It disturbs me because, I guess, it’s acceptable.  They don’t say “excuse me miss,” or “hello.”  Instead, they yell out of car windows and stare at you.  It’s kinda sa