Hey Sis... My sleeping pattern is whack. I don't know if I can blame my creativity that keeps me up into the wee hours of the morning, or that cup of coffee I usually Continue Reading
Get Filled
I know all about pain. The kind that numbs you, and stabs you at the same time. The kind that twists your soul into unbearable knots. Its worse than gas, toothaches and labor. Continue Reading
You ARE Loved!
Hey Sis...My earliest memory of my father was when I was 3 years old. I was twirling in my church dress, my mother stopping me to tie the pretty sash into a bow, when he Continue Reading
