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Welcome Back… Me

So… got your morning coffee? Good, let’s chat.
Wow, it’s been a long time since my last post. I’ve missed sharing my thoughts, as well as reading what others have on their minds. Truth is, I’ve been under the weather and have been struggling with some family issues.
I don’t want to go into too much detail and bore everyone, but come January will make it a year that I started having symptoms of Multiple Sclerosis (MS). Of course there are a lot of other diseases, etc, whose symptoms mimic MS, and thus the doctor has to do many different tests to rule those options out. I’m happy to say all tests were negative. So that leaves the results for the MS tests, right?
Well, from what I understand, optic neurosis is usually one of the first signs of MS, which I had experienced. This can take the form of blurred vision, double vision, loss of vision or any other vision problems in one or both eyes. Everyone’s different; therefore no two people have the exact same symptoms. My doctor saw nothing in my eyes. I had an MRI of my brain and C-Spine, other than a few flakes of saw dust in my brain, no lesions were found.
While I continue to have symptoms of MS, some constant, some infrequently, as well as having signs of “flair ups,” or relapsed episodes of many of my symptoms, it has been determined I do not have MS. While this is good news, and I trust my doctor tremendously, I have my doubts that it’s anything other than MS. I’m told I have “Conversion Disorder.” This is when traumatic emotional things happens in your life, and in turn, since the individual doesn’t know how to deal with it properly their body “converts” emotional problems into physical symptoms. Weird, huh?
So yes, I’ve had some emotional things happening in my life over the past year, including my father’s passing a couple of months ago. Two weeks after his passing all my symptoms reappeared again (keep in mind I still had a few that had lingered all along). The lingering symptoms can, in no way, be connected with emotions, their more neurological.
If you have MS, can you please answer two questions for me?

1) Do you go periods of time without having cramps or any pains whatsoever?
2) Heat is a no, no for MS’ers because it makes me feel ________________?

Anyway, it’s great seeing y’all again; and it’s great seeing my new visitors as well.

Until next time,
Y’all take care now, ya hear?


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As we celebrate Mother’s Day, I’m reminded of a mother who has more than her precious child on her mind, more than a wonderfully handcrafted card she’ll get as a keepsake. No, this mother has a murder charge hanging over her head that technically, she’s not guilty of. If you’re thinking about the Arias case, she’s not the one, as a matter of fact; I don’t think she’s a mother.

I’m talking about a young girl in N.C. who was in her kitchen preparing dinner one day when she heard someone calling her name from outside. Her three year old girl was busy helping her mom fix dinner for the family of three as well. To find out who and why her name was being called, she went out her back door to see who it was. When she looked across the way, she saw a rival of hers that appeared as if she wanted to fight for reasons unknown.

Walking out into the street, the mom was surrounded by her rival and two others, all with the intensions of ganging up on the young mother. After a swing of her fist, the rival made contact with the mother’s face. Acting on reflex, the mother swung her arm around toward her rival. Unbeknownst to her, the knife she held in her hand made contact with the rivals throat… slashing her juggler vein. Hearing the young rival scream out, “You cut me,” the young mother runs. Where? No one knew. Within two minutes the 19 y.o. rival was dead.

In a split second the young mother and her rival’s life had changed forever. As it turns out the two girls were set up. A third person, a 40 y.o. woman, had gotten in an argument with the young mother earlier that day. In turn she beckoned the 19 y.o. over to do her fighting for her. After it was all said and done, friends and family members of the two girls put two and two together and knew who should shelter the blame.

Unfortunately, the local deputy’s didn’t see it that way. No, they got their girl… the one who swung the knife. Once the police found her, she got her one way ride to the county jail. While in route, I’m sure she thought of her little girl’s future. She thought of her daughter while the 19 y.o.’s body lay on the lawn getting colder by the minute.

So… what happened to the 40 y.o. woman?

Well, while the news cameras were in her face she tried her best to conjure up tears over her “best friend;” referring to the young girl who by now, was in the morgue. Later, as the detectives interviewed everyone in the vicinity, they were quickly pointed in the 40 y.o.’s direction, but to no avail. No matter what was said or who said what, the very person who should have gotten charges filed against her walks free to this day.

It’s been two years since Kadi lost her life, and Dakota has found herself in a nightmare that has yet to end. Weeks after the incident, the judge set Dakota’s bail at the lowest the law would allow because he himself said, “It’s obvious there’s more to this case than what’s presented before us.” With any luck, and hopefully a lot of acknowledgement from those who are willing to back the truth, Dakota’s case will be thrown out of court.

To date, the 40 y.o.’s guilt shines through when she comes face to face with those of us who know her. She cowers away in hopes of not being held accountable for the actions she set into play.

With the help of a dear friend of mine, Annmarie Lockhart, a poem was co-created titled, “Accountability.” It tells of the lack of accountability from a supposedly adult woman guilty of this entire crime and loss of life.

Published by: Vox Poetica

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Redirecting Our Focus

Over the past couple of days a lot of focus has been placed on the bombers of the Boston Marathon, yet little focus on the victims themselves. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about going after anyone who causes harm to others, but here again the media has gone to the extreme.

Hang with me for a minute…

I recently watched a show where this guy, according to a psychiatrist, was born lacking feelings of empathy toward others. Even during the prison interview he showed no remorse and a total lack of sympathy, period! He had gone on a killing spree after stabbing his step-father to death in front of his mother. He knew he’d be imprisoned, but before being caught he wanted to retaliate against everyone who had done him wrong. He caused havoc in his city, much like the Marathon bombers.

According to the guy’s account of the people he’d killed, “They deserved it!” He told his story to the reporter matter-of-factly. In his mind, his actions were rationalized to the fullest. No remorse, no sympathy, no compassion whatsoever.

Back to my point…

When a mentally unstable person watches coverage of the Marathon bombers and the Newtown murders, for example, they see how much attention the killer(s) get. While watching everything unfold in front of the media, they’ve probably rationalized what the killers have done, and in turn, think they’re in the right. Therefore, when/if their mental rationalization is severely compromised, they probably think their actions are rational as well.

Instead of glamorizing the killers, why not focus on the victims and their families? No wonder people are desensitized to violently cruel acts of others. It’s because of events such as this having non-stop coverage. If, instead, we heard non-stop stories from victims and their family, maybe people would have more compassion toward others. Instead of focusing on the killer(s), focus on the pain brought on by these senseless acts.

In doing so, maybe…just maybe, more shame will be put on the killers instead of glamorization!

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I’m Proud to be an American!!!

As I sit watching report after report of yesterday’s Boston Marathon catastrophe, I literally choke back tears over the lives lost, as well as those who were injured. Anger and outrage are my prominent feelings, but then compassion quickly takes over; compassion not only for those directly affected, but for everyone indirectly affected as well. It’s difficult to not focus on the person/people responsible for this and other tragedies, but we must!

Time after time spectators and first responders have proven how kindhearted humans can be in a time of need! For every “bad person” who chooses to harm innocent victims, there are a thousand magnificent people to overshadow them. The mere act of helping a stranger proves the warmhearted compassion of mankind. Even more so, it proves the values of one’s own upbringing. Without a doubt, this speaks VOLUMES about how people are raised. At the core of a person’s benevolent foundation are the family values instilled in them throughout life. This, my friends, is what I love about our country!

Those of us who were born in America are fortunate to be among the free and the brave. Alternatively, those who have migrated here obviously did so for the same reasons. We’re free to love, to worship, and to prosper as we wish. We’re brave in the face of tragedy. We may get knocked down, but only for a minute because those who surround us are there to lift us up.

So, as you watch the news in the days to come, focus on the good that comes from it, not the bad. Unfortunately, the Boston disaster won’t be the last heartbreaking report of violence in America. But no matter what horrible acts of hostility we may face, know that we’re in it together. Know that those around you are the ones who’ll pick you up when and if you need it.

WE ARE AMERICANS! Compassionate at heart, forthcoming in tragedy.

And this, my friends, is why I’m proud to be an AMERICAN!!!

God Bless!

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Please, I need to know…

Several months ago one of my daughters 4th Grade friends obviously had “The Talk” with her mother, and since the little girl and my daughter are best friends, she decided to share her version of the conversation as she interpreted it. Since I hadn’t yet had “The Talk” with my daughter, I was infuriated, to say the least.

Okay, so what’s done is done. I couldn’t look back, I had to continue forward. Like so many other parents, I didn’t know where to start with the uncomfortable topic. So, what did I do? I went online and started looking for books to help me explain what everything was all about.

I don’t know about everyone else, but in order to grasp what each book might cover, I read the paragraph written by the author, as well as several comments left by parents. (Try doing this for practically every book pertaining to that subject. I almost backed out and never looked back!)

So I finally found the book I thought was appropriate to help introduce the whole concept to my daughter. I waited until she had a few days off from school so she and I could be alone without her dad being around. She and I sat down and started reading. Although the subject of sex was handled in a delicate manner, I still felt like crawling under the bed to deter her from asking questions, but I was a trooper. I stuck it out to the end.

Although I knew she needed to know everything, I still wasn’t prepared for her to know “exactly” how a woman conceives a child. And though the book delicately introduced the subject, it was still more than I wanted her to hear at that time. I wanted a book to “dance” around the topic, without telling all the details. Afterward, she couldn’t comprehend her dad and I doing anything such as that to conceive her. It was at that moment I was reminded how unhappy I was with the friend who had shared this information with her.

As it turns out, our “Little Talk” has brought us closer together as mother and child. I can tell she feels all the more comfortable telling me things that some children may have problems telling their parents. I’m glad she feels comfortable talking with me about anything that crosses her mind. However, at the same time, I can tell she’s been disturbed about “the facts of life.” Some of the questions she’s asked and the concerns she’s shared really bothers me. I have to reassure her about certain aspects that come to mind.

So here’s the deal. Since all the books on the market (at least when I read through them) tell EVERYTHING about the facts of life, I’ve decided to write a children’s book that explains, on a scientific level, how women conceive a child. I’m not including the actual act of sex, but I’m definitely letting children know they were conceived out of love. In doing so, children will have a good scientific knowledge of how women get pregnant, but they aren’t yet introduced to sex.

So, if you’re a parent who already had “The Talk,” or it’s just around the corner for other parents, would you feel better knowing there was a book on the market such as what I want to publish? Please help me out by leaving a comment.

Now, go get a cup of coffee and enjoy your day!


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Good Friday…

So, what does Good Friday mean to you? Is it just another day, or does it have a much deeper meaning? How will you be spending your Good Friday?
As a Christian, Good Friday is spent remembering the day Jesus died on the cross. He did so to save everyone from their sins, so that if they willingly accepted Christ as their savior, they could have everlasting life in Heaven.
Christians spend Good Friday in mourning over Jesus’ death. Churches display crosses draped with a black or purple cloth in remembrance of the day he was crucified on the cross. Three days after Jesus’ crucifixion, the day of his resurrection, he arose from his grave and ascended to Heaven to be with his father. This day, known by Christians all over the world, is Easter.
While Christians typically spend Good Friday in mourning over Jesus’ death, at the same time, I feel his death should be celebrated. After all, Jesus died on the cross to save us from our sins. That was undoubtedly the most unselfish act the son of God could do for us. At the same time, God himself gave his only son to save us of our sins. This act of love for all of mankind was the purest act of love anyone has ever shown.
So, as you go about your usual Friday routine, set aside a few minutes of your time to reflect on what this day means to you. If you’re a Christian, reach deep into your soul, put yourself in Jesus’ and God’s place and contemplate the suffering and heartache felt as Jesus was nailed on the cross so that you could have everlasting life. If you’re not a Christian, I pray my post has planted the seed needed for Jesus to enter into your heart, so God’s love will nurture your soul, so you too can have everlasting life.
God Bless

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My Little Secret

Happy Thursday Everyone…

After holding in a secret that’s almost ten years old, I’ve decided to go public. It’s lighthearted, fun, and I’ve seen where it’s shaping my daughter’s personality. There’s only been a couple times recently where I’ve actually allowed my husband to witness my mystery, but have sworn him and my daughter to secrecy… but now everyone will know.

You see, it started while my daughter was a baby, very soon after she was born actually. It was during those first moments I’d begun smiling, cooing, and, well, acting like a nut to get her to laugh at me is when my secret began. Through the warmth of her smile, the joy in her laughter, and the sparkle in her eyes my purpose in life had launched its beginning. I’d secretly, around no one else, behind my husband’s back, begin acting like a total nut just to hear my baby’s laugh.

Yes, I admit it, for the past decade I’ve been acting like an idiot just to get my daughter to fill our home with laughter. However, there’s one thing I didn’t know I’d been doing all along. I’ve been shaping her personality. I’m not saying she doesn’t have her moments when she’s upset, and she’s definitely not a morning person! Still yet, she often initiates silly play to make ME laugh, just because. She dances around the house like a monkey, forcing me to laugh, just because. She jokes and picks with me, just because. She’s become a lively, fun little girl who cares about making her mom and others laugh.

Not only is she entertaining, but she has a warm, soft side as well. Since I’d had her later in life, there’s been some down sides to her having older parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles. One of her uncles, my brother, never had the chance to meet my baby girl because he’d passed two years before she was born. She’s seen me cry many times as I’ve grieved over his death. She’s seen her grandmother win her battle with cancer, just as she’s currently watching a grandfather and aunt battling cancer themselves. She’s also seen her own mother experiencing various health problems, all the while catering to my every need. But her warmth doesn’t end there. As I watch her play with smaller children, she exhumes patience, care, and nurturing characteristics.

Needless to say, I’m proud of my baby girl. Not only is she my miracle baby, but she’s also the reason my heart sings, my days are filled with laughter, why my world is complete!

God Bless!

Star all dressed up Halloween 2011
Halloween 2011