How did I get here?

It had been over a year since I had felt lips on my skin or hands around my waist. And if I was going to take this leap back into intimacy, then who better than someone I had known for twenty years. I trusted this man. I could feel safe and vulnerable at the same time. So I lept.

Facing the fear

I didn't think I would ever be able to step out on faith and insist on a life of peace and joy. I take things one day at a time and I thank God for the little things.

What happens to a dream deferred?

My grandmother was the most nurturing, beautiful, loving grandmother one could ever have. She encouraged everyone else to have a voice of their own, while hers remained silent. God gave her a gift and she placed it back on the shelf.

The Gift

Emotions filled me from my head to my toes as I tried to imagine what was going through his mind. This child who would rather die than not read a book before bedtime, with such a love for stories and books , how it felt to be reading something written by his own mother.

A Motherless Child…

Many days when I'm missing her, I do feel like a motherless child, but today I was grateful that I was not again getting that phone call; grateful that although my mom may not be in this world, but I can go home and spend some quality time with my daughter so that she will have the endearing memories of me that I have of my mother.

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