like me. | a poem. 

I’m learning that few can be trusted when you’re honest like me.  I’m learning that there won’t be anyone in your corner when you decide things for yourself like me.  I’m learning that there’s no peace for people who stir the pot like me.  I’m learning that there’s no free speech when you’re loud like…

goodness gracious. 

When I left my husband a few months ago, I lost a lot.An entire church community, friends, family, everything: gone. I gained a lot, though (but I’ll get to that in a second). I gave my life to Christ in 2011 but in the last 2-3 years, I’ve been getting hurt a lot by God’s…

but really, it is okay. 

I saw a headline the other day that was complete bull, okay? A load of crap.It was like, the 7 things you shouldn’t say to your kids because you’ll mess them up in the head forever. Or something like that.  And the first thing you shouldn’t say to you’re kid or your a bad mom?…

cold coffee. 

For the bajillionth day in a row, I looked down at the cup of coffee I made over an hour ago, reheated 20 minutes ago, and there’s still half a cup left. And it’s cold. Again.  Is it even worth heating a second time?  I say not. Because I’m a bit of a coffee snob…

my old friend. 

Writing is like an old friend of mine. I don’t blog even a fair amount anymore, but I do write always. I write about my feelings, events in my life, I take notes at church, etc, etc. But since I’ve become a mom of two and a homemaker, what I thought I’d have so much…