Category: Creative Writing

“Mrs. Lopez, can you come in today to discuss your test results?” My heart started to sink as I braced myself against the wall. Time stood still. I could see my sons’ as men, my husband with a head full of grey hair, my sisters with multiple smile lines embedded in their faces. There they … Continue reading Dear Diagnosis →

While filling out an ambassador application earlier I was asked a personal question and this was my answer... Words are incredibly important! The words we hear, the words we say, the internal words in our head and heart. I grew up in an urban area - where people were expected to fail; to fall prey to … Continue reading Words Matter →

I recently read an article that said people are prone to cabin fever during the colder seasons. Within the New England area, particularly during the months of December, January and February, women (and men) focus more on their misery - finding themselves discouraged, desolate, even depressed. I easily could’ve been (and have been) one of … Continue reading Cabin Fever →

I think it's safe to say that our definitions of trauma are all very similar BUT how we experience and recover from trauma - that is very different. I can't speak for everyone but I can speak for myself and I say that trauma is a sneaky little bitch. I'd much rather her rear end … Continue reading Trauma →

They are lost souls Reaching out for hope Screaming, crying, slowly dying But no one ever knows Round and round they spin A battle deep within Feeling like they cannot win Load the chamber Watch it spin then lock it in Glide their finger to the trigger And pray to God for the answer It's … Continue reading Russian Roulette →

If you know me then you know that even if the rest of the house is a mess, my kitchen and my bathroom have to be clean before I go to bed. BUT I didn't wash my dishes last night. Before I continue I think that’s important to note that I have OCD - obsessive … Continue reading Don’t Wash Your Dishes →

There's a box she once gave me. It's beautiful. It's creme colored with little angels all over. Totally her. I can see it now. It's sitting on my closet shelf. Perfectly in sight - but up high. High enough so my little ones can't reach it. Inside is every letter my husband wrote to me … Continue reading Angel Box →

Back in December, I celebrated the launch of my first book, Unveiling Ellie. I shared the magnitude of that celebration previously. Seeing my book on display, hearing the laughter and chatter, looking around the room seeing unknown faces scattered between the faces of loved ones. It was wondrous. Little did I know, it was just … Continue reading Bittersweet →

Originally, I had intended to share this on New Year's Eve yet here we are eleven days into January and it was just sitting here, unfinished. Does this happen to anyone else? Our minds are everywhere all at once, ALL. THE. TIME. We constantly find ourselves feeble, worn out, weary and ready to throw in … Continue reading Intentional →