Category Archives: write
Happy Birthday Gladys Santiago Kelly!
Two things: First and foremost I wanted to wish my beautiful mother a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I miss her so much and I wish I could hug her, kiss her, plan a getaway with her, have dinner with her, send her … Continue reading
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I chose Happiness!
Yesterday I put in my resignation letter. I don’t have another job lined up nor did I become a best selling author overnight that somehow awarded me the luxury of quitting my job. I was simply sitting at my desk, … Continue reading
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Just Me, Myself & I…
Sometimes it’s good to sit around and do nothing at all. It’s a beautiful sunny day in Chicago and I spent it lounging around my apartment all day. I’m not even wearing clothes (looks over myself). It’s really one of … Continue reading
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Admirer in Disguise
Hey you leave her alone tend to your own don’t be afraid to be as beautiful as you secretly think she is you admire her but won’t tell her instead you talk about her laugh at her to your friends … Continue reading
I’m Just Saying…
I never thought starting my second novel would be so difficult. It’s frustrating. I’m overwhelmed. Confused. Uncertain. Aaaahhhh (that’s me screaming). So my first novel has been around for almost two months (okay, not too long) and I’m excited about … Continue reading
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How Deeply I Need HIM…
So I decided that I want “How Deeply I Need You,” by Shekinah Glory Ministry to be the song that I walk down the aisle to. Actually I think I’ll be able to fit the whole wedding party in. Even … Continue reading
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No Happy Mother’s Day For Me
Mother’s Day is depressing for me. It reminds me that I don’t have a mother. It makes me revisit the painful memories of seeing her being laid to rest. It makes me remember seeing her casket lowered in the ground … Continue reading
