Too much, too fast. Is the love gone? Filed under The Husband. Bleach filled every gasp of air. The fluorescent lights transformed everyone into ghosts, blending the healthy visitors in with the pasty residents a horror movie in action. My footsteps echoed in the long hallway, my heels clicking a slow beat on the floor as I approached room 319. Mama, are we there yet? My mot.

I rant, it is the thing that I do. Monday, June 11, 2012. Chicken wings are not food unless they have enough sauce on them to turn them volcanic. The princess pageant of the finalists was good, cows got the worst of it in the talent segment. Sunday, June 10, 2012.

Saturday, January 23, 2010. At the age of seventeen, you technically have one more year left of your childhood. Everyone feels pressure from society, or need for control over something in your life. But really I see no reason in aiding others to an early grave.

Originally posted on Crimes of being a woman. I go back home after dance class and lie in bed,. In my dreams I twirl cause nothing needs to be said. I wake up two months later and contacts have been deleted,. Emotions that once existed have depleted.

Give It Up, Mommyland. Monday, August 3, 2015. Staying in My Own Lane. Last week I had to bribe my son to swim backstroke. With the prospect of money on the table, he was willing to give it one last try. How did we get here? Click here to read the rest! Parenting and social media. Tuesday, July 21, 2015.