MOVING ON - Friday Fictioneers

 It’s Friday and time for fiction of 100 words, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-FieldsPHOTO PROMPTCopyright -Mary Shipman...more

No Apologies

 A lot of the blogs and FaceBook friends I follow have been posting motivational or inspirational quotes recently. I think a lot of these are great, but it got me thinking of this one:...more

Dreams can become reality

I was born and raised in Tucson, AZ. I lived there for 36 years, till July 17th of 2012 when I packed up 5 of my 6 kiddos (my oldest daughter would soon learn she too had outgrown Tucson and join her mama along with her then fiancé just 2 short months later) & my 2 labs in my suburban and left behind all I ever known following the moving truck with all we owned in it!...more

Hoarder Of the Blues

I’m forced to admit that I found some things that I had packed into boxes when I moved that never should have made the move.  I also should have known better when I asked my friend, Stephanie, to help me shift some things around in my garage.  She came across some items and shouted “Jennifer Ann” shrill enoug...more

This Broken Heart

I’ve been told that we’re supposed to grow from pain. Learn from the past, forgive, grow stronger, gain wisdom and character. Take to our faith in troubled times, and embrace it.There’s truth in those beliefs. We’re always growing, moving, and changing. Even when we dig in our heels, and hide under the covers. Because you can’t stop life, even when you’re broken, even when your caught in bliss....more

My Son Was Adopted...Now What?

After a baby is adopted, a birth mother doesn’t just go home and pick up where she left off. Everything is different then. Nothing is “normal” anymore. The bed where you slept so comfortably is now the place where you spent your first few minutes of labor. The porch where you like to sit on summer days is now the place where you took all of your maternity pictures. All of your Facebook friends with babies seem like they’re rubbing your face in their motherhood. The sun streaming in through the kitchen windows doesn’t make you smile anymore. Everything feels…off....more
From an adoptive mom's perspective, this may be one of the most touching and inspiring things ...more

Breaking it Down

Everyone wants to know “when” and “why.” When did you stop writing your blog? What happened? Why?This is where I answer, when. And why....more


I’m off the hook.  You’re off the hook.  We’re all off the hook.That hook is empty there’s nothing there, I let it go without a care.Big things, little things, in between things. Just let them go, let them flow, give that boat a gentle shove, sprinkle in a bit of loveHolding on is weak.  Holding on is wrong, not strong. Holding on?  One big yawn. Forgive it, forget it, get over it, get through it, move on.  Sooner or later, I’ll be dead, what was that you even said?...more