New Life As a Mom

My Little One is Active

In my earlier post, I talked a little bit about how my daughter does not let me sleep? Let me show you all why. You know those horror movies where some alien-type of being is in someone's stomach trying to take over the human species? I think that's the best way I can describe it.… Continue reading My Little One is Active

New Life As a Mom

The Conversation Starter

"Omg, you're so big!" "You're pregnant? Well it's clear as day now, but I had no idea." "Let me see your stomach. Oh you look big for seven months." Those are just a few of the very many comments I have received this past month. But who can blame them? I mean my daughter enters… Continue reading The Conversation Starter

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My Not-So-Great Teenage Years (Part 2)

Crying about it, but not necessarily in that "I should've seen that coming" kind of way but in a way where I finally felt free from trying to be someone that I wasn't. About a year after that, I cut off the majority of my friends, which was one of the hardest things that I… Continue reading My Not-So-Great Teenage Years (Part 2)

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My Not-So-Great Teenage Years (Part 1)

It was the second year of college and I always felt so sad; physically present but not there mentally or emotionally. Was it depression? I had no idea, but it was a feeling that suffocated me. I thought it all started during my senior year of high school, however, I realized it started way before that.… Continue reading My Not-So-Great Teenage Years (Part 1)

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To the Right (A Poem)

I heard a dream is a wish that your heart makes, But when you dream of a man, that's when your heart breaks. Because the one you dream is right and the live dude looks alike,  But it's too late to erase all that your heart takes. I mean, I never asked for someone who… Continue reading To the Right (A Poem)

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Same Ol’ Thing (A Poem)

If it's not men lying,  it's women playing games. If deceit would be a creature,  that beast is one to tame.  I'm not sitting here and saying one sex is who to blame  Like we not guilty for committing the same Exact  Things get too disputable.  Lies make truth refutable,  Makes you turn away from… Continue reading Same Ol’ Thing (A Poem)