I am the light..

I never realized how bright my light is until I came to terms with how disruptive and chaotic my environment had been surviving on emotional crumbs that I thought were full course meals of sustenance..i never put together that the ache in my emotional body was that of starvation, surviving on processed emotional nutrients of fuckedupness that nobody ever wanted … Continue reading I am the light..

The art in healing..

ive cried a lot lately, for so many different reasons I would really need to write a book to convey all its glorious which has been a thought I have played with for a long time now..I just dont seem to want to hold my shit in anymore (this working with crystals is really powerful), breaking apart emotionally almost as a form of … Continue reading The art in healing..

A “bad moms” kinda mother day

I woke up to bouquet of white and pink magical roses yesterday for mothers day with reminiscent photos of when I was a single mom to my oldest daughter on the kitchen island..im going to openly admit that mothers day is a "holiday" I have long struggled with from being raised by a narcissist that actually has been … Continue reading A “bad moms” kinda mother day

MEAN GIRLS EXIST and who really wants to get stung by the queen bee and all her fucking workers!

ugh, I can remember back when I was a teenager once upon a time ago, and being purposely left out of parties and group hangouts that every body else got invited too except for me..i can still recall that emotion of sadness and feeling like a pathetic loser washing over me as my heart hurt and my soul cried when I found out that my close friends got the invite while I was … Continue reading MEAN GIRLS EXIST and who really wants to get stung by the queen bee and all her fucking workers!

“MOMMMIE DONT GET OUT OF THE CAR PLEASE, MOMMIE PLEASE DONT GET OUT OF THE CAR, YOUR SMALL”

  I was picking up my daughter from school the other day when I realized how truly bat shit crazy some of these parents still are at the school pick up drop off line, even now at the high school level..I can comprehend the mean mommies click thingie way back in elementary school times, when the mothers would be at drop off and pick up territorially … Continue reading “MOMMMIE DONT GET OUT OF THE CAR PLEASE, MOMMIE PLEASE DONT GET OUT OF THE CAR, YOUR SMALL”

some people as parents, forget to do the right thing for the children

  parenting can be an utter bitch sometimes, especially when there is a separation or divorce involved..there is nothing more aggravating when you are supposed to be coming together as a team to co parent the child only to be counter parent instead leaving sloppy boundaries, a very unstable foundation with very loose provisions for your child..one parent has … Continue reading some people as parents, forget to do the right thing for the children

an open letter to my birthday girl entering her twenties today..oye

it was 20 years ago today I became a title member of the mother club, your mother in particular..a job I took by choice because it looked cool that I had no pre requirements for or had any experience in..in fact, this job took me without any prior knowledge leaving me to be solely responsible for you in a most uneducated … Continue reading an open letter to my birthday girl entering her twenties today..oye

being a mom at times is not all mothers day and shit

  I used to think being a mother would be the greatest easiest job on earth, ....until of course I had children of my own and became a parent..i never understood the compound belief of what it actually entailed, the round the clock service and what was expected of me as a human being..i had no training … Continue reading being a mom at times is not all mothers day and shit

I’m a damn good fucking mother

  im a mother, mommie, mom, momma.. Id like to believe and say that I'm a damn good fucking mother, probably the best role I have filled thus far in my life, although being a wife for the 3rd time, I have successfully managed to go from rotten to superb by choosing more wisely this time around..so … Continue reading I’m a damn good fucking mother

“Hi, its me the boy from the banana fields”

Have you ever been so down and out in your personal relationships, that you know in your heart of hearts that it has to be better than this..i was twice divorced in the years in between my encounter with Eran and a couple of failed relationships later..on paper I must have looked like a fucking hot mess, que … Continue reading “Hi, its me the boy from the banana fields”