No day is promised to anybody. Don’t feel bad for enjoying the hell out of your life. No one is living it but you… for you. Not to say you can’t appreciate the people (past,present, and/or future) who take part in these many endeavors, but it all comes down to your happiness. Your success. Your peace of mind. We’ve all got a spark in us. … Continue reading Because I Can. We Can. You Can
I ran from myself constantly but at some point I just couldn’t keep up. I started to trip over every lie told to protect me. And with that, I didn’t have the courage to acknowledge how it hurt everyone else nor could I pull myself together to own up to my faults. I’ve always tried to avoid judgement at all cost but I guess it’s … Continue reading Stop Running
I found myself desperately seeking to find ME. Who am I ?Where do I belong ? What does life have in store for me? Half filled journals, vision boards, blogging, job after job. I still didn’t know. And truth be told, I still can’t figure it out. Is the answer here… right before my eyes? Am I over looking something? I just don’t quite understand … Continue reading Who? What? When? Where? Why?
The beauty of it was the triumph. Of course there was still obstacles to overcome, but the love they had for one another was stronger than one could fathom. It was the true definition of a love story. The passion in his voice when he spoke of her, the butterflies she got as if it were the first time. It made others yearn for something … Continue reading The Color of Love
I was born and raised in a small town known as the Lower East Side, of Manhattan that is. Filled with reconstruction, project buildings, Dominican hair salons, mom and pop shops. This is pretty much all I’ve ever known. Twenty three years. I spent probably two to three years at some point living in New London Connecticut when I was young but that didn’t last … Continue reading Walk In My shoes
I haven’t wrote in a while because I can’t find the words. Or maybe it’s because I can’t figure out which issue to start with first that’s stored in this thing I call a brain. Work, school, my relationship, parenting, and my personality. Honestly, they’re all out of wack. It’s me. It has to be. I’m okay with that I guess. Of course I’m open … Continue reading Where do I start?
They’re a writer just like me… so what separates me from them? Nothing in particular but everything. Yes. Every single thing about me makes me different, and my writing is my product. I birthed it sometime around the age of ten. Of course at that time, it was juvenile thoughts about how unfair time-out is or trying to figure out how many best friends I … Continue reading Pieces Of Me