I recall the first time I bought my first notepad to start writing.
I was about 15 years old and I was falling in love. I started writing daily and that notepad became a journal that I gave to my now husband. I enjoyed taking pictures so I decorated the front with one of my pictures and gave it to him as a gift.
Little by little and slowly, I had a collection of writings. Sometimes they made sense, then sometimes they didn’t but I remember one thing… I enjoyed writing.
I joined a few poetry sites that promised to publish your work and I published my first poem. I was so excited when the book arrived with so many other poems in it and mine was in it as well. I later found out that it was a scam. The website had even disappeared and my dream of someday becoming a writer kinda disappeared as well.
I’m back now though, and this time I will write and I hope to inspire you, and I hope to make my dream come true and one day publish my book.
Believe you already are what you want to be and then start acting like it!
““You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there’s still going to be somebody who hates peaches.” – Dita Von Teese”
So trying to stick to the prompt words is not always viable due to timing so I am a bit behind but hope I get some feedback.
Last week I received an interesting email warning me of a sexual predator close to home. As a mother of three, of course it raised a red flag immediately.
I searched on Megan’s Law site and surely enough, he lives about 6 houses away from ours. Brand new neighbors… Who would have known.
We live in a very peaceful and “safe” neighborhood but now I can’t deny its scary to let my kids play outside how they used to. I have this thing in my head wondering if he is watching the entire neighborhood.
I’m not sure if I should let some neighbors know since most of the families here have younger children like myself.
I don’t know many of them because I don’t go out much after I get home from work.
What would you do if you happen to be in this situation? It’s a nightmare for sure.
She wrote about the simple things,
the things she was afraid to say!
maybe just ashamed…
So she writes about the simple things,
the things she wants to change.
A small little poem for my husband!
One by one
you saw each one
and lucky me,
you still fell in love with me!
The wonderful thing about beauty is that it has so many layers, the outer one being the least important… or at least, that’s how it should be.