Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Have you ever experienced this? It’s a horrible feeling. For someone to maneuver against you and then to act as savior. Its narcissism at its finest, or should I say at its worst? It’s difficult when you have a kind heart to understand how anyone can act in such a way.

You can never take this personally. This person had an agenda. Maybe you decided to leave an unhealthy relationship. Maybe this person is jealous of you for whatever reason. Maybe you were just a pawn. It could be any number of reasons. Regardless of the reason, for someone to act in such a way means there’s something missing from this person’s character, from their soul. So DO NOT take it personally.

How this person acted is on them. How you react, is on you. Do better, be better. Stop racking you brain trying to understand why! Do not waste your time. Just be thankful you are nothing like this person.


What’s important

Today and every day the most important thing in life are the people that you love.

My family went out to eat together last night to celebrate Thanksgiving. Was it our traditional gathering? No. Sometimes everyone cannot be together on Thanksgiving Day, for whatever reason.

Everyone with their plate of varying food before them, I realized it wasn’t about the food. It was and is about time with those that you love. This being the first Thanksgiving without my Mom makes me appreciate these moments with my loved ones more than ever.

Treasure every second you have with your loved ones. Remember the time you have with them is most precious. Many blessings to all.

Why writers write….

Why do you write? I’m not sure what started this journey. I was really young when I began writing short stories. I think it was an escape for me to be honest.

Sometimes I write to get lost, to escape. Sometimes it’s a form of therapy. Sometimes it’s just for entertainment purposes. Other times I want to share some of my experiences. I’ve seen and been through a lot in my life. You never know who you could be helping when you share a piece of your life.


Be thankful

Why do we wait for Thanksgiving to find things to be grateful for? This should be our mindset. Year-round. I know that it can be easier said than done at times. Everyone will have bad days. Sometimes bad days turn into months or even years. This is life. It has its ups and downs.

I truly believe that no matter what we have going on, there are always things before us to be grateful for. Always.

If you have a roof over your head, food to eat, the ability to work, people that love you and would fight for you, the ability to create, the ability to see the clouds, to hear the birds, to feel love, then you have the ability to always give thanks.

No matter what you may have going on, look at what you have and smile and give thanks.

Happy Thanksgiving!



I can, I will

Currently I’m having a bout with pain. It’s been going since last Thursday. Usually a trip to the chiropractor takes care of this type of pain. Unfortunately the swelling from arthritis prevented adjustment from “sticking”.

I can handle my day to day pain. This here is a bit harder. When holding your own head up causes pain-that’s not good. When holding arm out to do simple tasks sends sharp pains into shoulder and neck-that’s not good. I am on steroids currently to help swelling go down. I take my 2nd daily dose this afternoon. I have had to deal with this type of pain for years.

I’m grateful that every day is not like this. I’m positive the weather change is the cause this time. I have been known to cause myself more pain by doing things that I probably should avoid. No I don’t go skydiving or anything like that. But I overdo it some days. I have had to get very real with myself about what I can and what I can’t do. I cannot allow the former athlete to take over. I’m not that girl anymore. I have become very comfortable with saying no to plans. I recognize when I need to rest. I know what exercises help me and which ones to avoid. I have learned to listen to my body.

It wasn’t easy at first. It took years for me to accept that I would never be the person I was prior to my accident. It was a learning experience. It was most difficult for me to stop looking at what I lost. But over time I started focusing on what I could still do. None of us are as we once were. These changes happen to us all. I just had this change happen at a young age and overnight.

I have found some things to be therapeutic when I’m in pain:

1. My sense of humor. I try my hardest despite the pain to seek out things that make me laugh. I joke about myself and my issues as well.

2. Silver linings-always always look for them. They are there. Right now, my silver lining is knowing that this type of pain is not a frequent occurrence and it will not last.

3. Music-music is an escape. It takes you away from the here and now. It soothes the soul.

4. Acceptance-it is what it is type attitude. Make the best of it. Let your body heal. Do what you need to do to care for yourself.

I can and I will feel better. I can and I will be back amongst the living soon. I can, I will be alright. I can and I will relish every second of the things that I enjoy. I can and I will set reasonable goals for myself and achieve them. I can, I will.








Adjust your mindset

I am a believer! I have seen first hand the benefits of regular visits to a qualified chiropractor. My chiropractor has made it possible for me to stop other types of treatments for pain. No more nerve blocks. No more trigger point injections.

If you suffer from pain, you have to understand that results are not immediate. Chances are you’ve been living for years unaligned. Your body has adjusted to living that way. So you have to know it’s not going to be the most pleasant experience at first. Don’t give up. Give it a chance and time and you will see the difference.


Pen to paper

When I was young, I would write short stories, songs and poetry; hoping that one day I would become a published author. I still write short stories, songs and poetry but I no longer care about being published. I just want to write. When I put my thoughts down, I get a feeling of peace that comes over me. I get lost in the process, in the words, in the story.

I write for me. Sometimes I write letting my imagination lead the way. Mostly though, I write about things I have experienced. I can take things that I find difficult for me to speak out loud and put them down on paper. If anything I put down on paper resonates with others or helps others then that is a bonus.

I have wanted to start a blog for some time. I did so last year. Where this blog will go, what it will become-only time will tell. The important thing is; I am writing again.


What if you had to put a puzzle together without a picture, would you be able to? It would take a bit longer but it can be done.

Now what if 1/2 of the puzzle’s picture was torn from the box? A bit easier than no picture at all. You can get a pretty good idea what it should look like as a whole by looking at what is in front of you. You would think so anyway.

Then you start to piece the puzzle together. Working outside in. Things start coming together. The picture is looking mostly the way you envisioned it would. Mostly. You continue, one piece then the next. Piece by piece. The final puzzle piece. Finally! You place it triumphantly in its place. But something is off.

You stand back and look at the complete picture. That one piece changed the entire picture. It changed everything you thought you were looking at. Everything. It’s funny how that happens.

Memory loss

I was in an accident when I was younger that turned my world upside down. In addition to needing many surgeries, my brain hit my skull causing me to have debilitating headaches. Headaches that put me in the hospital. My doctor decided to put me on morphine. I was put on 800 mg of morphine a day.

The headaches kept me from being able to relax and sleeping was impossible. I was very young. I had no clue what morphine would do to me. I just knew I was finally able to get some sleep. What I did not realize was the morphine caused me to black out. It wasn’t until I hit my head and it woke me up did I realize what was happening. It apparently happened frequently.

I started winging myself off of it within six months of being given my first script. Once I got down to 300 mg, I threw my pills away. Big mistake. My body needed the morphine. My body was adapted to functioning with it. I don’t like to use the word addicted. I never took it for a buzz. It was taken to help me survive horrendous pain. Pain that had me contemplating suicide. I ended up in the ER in withdrawals and in agony. It took the ER doctors 4 hours to finally contact my family doctor. In the meantime I was treated badly. Once they spoke to my doctor, their attitudes had changed. He told them that on my own I had began winging myself off of the medication and also let them know why he prescribed it.

It took five years to finally get off of morphine. To this day, if I need a surgery or a procedure, I refuse morphine. It scares the hell out of me.

Did morphine save my life? Yes it did. It gave my brain the time it needed to heal. It helped me get the rest I needed so my body could heal. Unfortunately, it stole my memory. I have five years of my life that all I have are bits and pieces. My family is my memory for that time. I couldn’t even remember my parents’ ages, my age, important dates. I didn’t talk about these things. I was embarrassed. I couldn’t remember meaning of many words. I had to learn things all over again. Not everything but some things. I did this on my own. It didn’t take long for things to come back to me, once I began living again. But I had to work on remembering certain things.

One issue I still have to this day, remembering people’s names. I could know you and talk to you daily and still go blank on your name. It’s hard to make people understand. I’m a very smart woman. But this made me feel stupid. Maybe that’s why I kept it to myself for years. I handled it on my own.

It’s hard when a piece of your life is just missing. That part for me is harder than having to learn things over again. You can always learn but once a piece of time is gone, that’s it.

Game nights with friends-gone

Chicago Cubs game-gone

Daily conversations-gone

Acquaintances or friends made during that time-not a clue.

Vacations-only bits and pieces.

I had people talk louder to me when I couldn’t remember someone or an event. Like that was going to bring it back. I wasn’t deaf, I had memory loss.

I cannot bear the thought of wasting my time. Or allowing anyone to waste my time. Time is precious. To all of us. I understand this better now than ever. Don’t waste your time being scared to try new things. Don’t let fear stop you from anything in this life. Go on little adventures. Take pictures of these adventures. I don’t care if it’s something as simple as a night of karaoke. One day, my memory will fade once again. It will happen to us all. Maybe if you keep a record of your days, when that time comes, it will take you back to that place and time. Life goes on! Don’t waste a single minute!

Many blessings!

Laughter is the best medicine

I know some people don’t get my humor. I really don’t care. I have experienced things in my life that have rocked my world. I have chronic pain and Fibromyalgia. One thing I have found that will always get me through bad days is laughter. No matter what you have going on…life goes on. Some days it isn’t that easy. Some days picking yourself up seems impossible. I assure you nothing is impossible. You find things that make you laugh. It is a fact that laughter causes the release of endorphins. AKA “feel good brain chemicals”.

So find your happy place! Blessings!


Adrien & Sarah

The attached article is a beautifully written synopsis of my nephew and my niece. Six years ago today Adrien left this earth. If you ever want to know what strength is-look to these two siblings.

Adrien was born with a heart defect that resulted in him growing up having multiple surgeries. Later he would have a heart transplant.

Sarah is a breast cancer survivor. Unfortunately, the cancer has returned and she has been undergoing treatments for it once again. She knows the reality of her situation and faces it with courage and grace.

I think about my sister and Adrien and Sarah’s dad. Again, such strength. My sister came into their lives when they were still young kids. She loves them as if they were her own. No parent should have to experience the loss of a child. I can only imagine the pain they feel.

Love your kids. Make them your #1 priority. Give them all the love you have. Adrien knew he was loved. Sarah knows she is loved.

#hearttransplant #breastcancer #strength


If We Want to Protect Our Kids from Sexual Abuse, We Need to Change the Way We Parent

If We Want to Protect Our Kids from Sexual Abuse, We Need to Change the Way We Parent

If We Want to Protect Our Kids from Sexual Abuse, We Need to Change the Way We Parent
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Life, love and loss

As the holidays approach, I am consumed by the thought that nothing will ever be the same. My family lost my Mom this year. I’ve been divorced a year now. A lot of changes. A lot of loss. Losing my Mom is by far the worst. I miss talking to her. Even if I wasn’t always crazy about her opinion. I guess that’s just life. We live. We love. We lose.

“It’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. “-thank you Lord Tennyson.

My Mom will always be with me. The love will always be with me. As long as her memory lives within, she lives on. For those of you who have suffered loss, hold onto those memories. Carry them with you. Start new traditions for the holidays if it helps. Find what’s right about upcoming holidays. Surround yourself with those that you love and celebrate together.

Much love!


#live #love #loss

She’s a fighter

It’s hard to see our parents get older and become frail. It’s even harder to see them suffer with illness. I began feeling weak and thinking negatively seeing my Mom in the hospital. She looks so fragile. Her now paper thin skin bruises easily with touch. Seeing her lay there helpless and barely able to speak hit me hard. For her to not be able to speak above a whisper tore me up inside. She’s got an uphill battle waging right now but she just keeps trying and keeps going and little by little starting to see glimpses of her true self. Especially if you try to tell her how to do something. My Mom will let you know, she’s got this!