Immigration…My Two Cents


I keep thinking about the policies being enacted in this country and I want to respond but the words evade me. I’m angry, embarrassed and ashamed. Do I really want to open myself up for criticism and ridicule? I embrace constructive debate but refuse to converse with people simply looking to disagree.

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I’m angry that people think that refugees fleeing from a civil war and terrorism don’t deserve the relief of a stable environment or at least that’s how I’m perceiving it based on the commentary currently being voiced. Because of a few extremist, an entire population of people are being persecuted. This seems to be something that repeats often in history and yet we never seem to learn. I guess its ok though, as long as they aren’t Christian, right? Continue reading “Immigration…My Two Cents”

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Who Depression Affects.


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EVERYONE.

The person with the disease suffers. The partner suffers. The family suffers.

According to the World Health Organization (WHO) more than 350 million people worldwide suffer from some form of depression. It is estimated that 16 million adults had a least one major episode in 2012 in the US. 6.9% of the population. Despite these numbers, depression is still a taboo disease. It is one that makes people feel helpless. That feeling is exacerbated by the attitude of our society. Continue reading “Who Depression Affects.”

#BookReview: The Help by Kathryn Stockett


Three ordinary women are about to take one extraordinary step…. 

Twenty-two-year-old Skeeter has just returned home after graduating from Ole Miss. She may have a degree, but it is 1962, Mississippi, and her mother will not be happy till Skeeter has a ring on her finger. Skeeter would normally find solace with her beloved maid Constantine, the woman who raised her, but Constantine has disappeared and no one will tell Skeeter where she has gone.

Aibileen is a black maid, a wise, regal woman raising her seventeenth white child. Something has shifted inside her after the loss of her own son, who died while his bosses looked the other way. She is devoted to the little girl she looks after, though she knows both their hearts may be broken.

Minny, Aibileen’s best friend, is short, fat, and perhaps the sassiest woman in Mississippi. She can cook like nobody’s business, but she can’t mind her tongue, so she’s lost yet another job. Minny finally finds a position working for someone too new to town to know her reputation. But her new boss has secrets of her own.

Seemingly as different from one another as can be, these women will nonetheless come together for a clandestine project that will put them all at risk. And why? Because they are suffocating within the lines that define their town and their times. And sometimes lines are made to be crossed.

In pitch-perfect voices, Kathryn Stockett creates three extraordinary women whose determination to start a movement of their own forever changes a town, and the way women–mothers, daughters, caregivers, friends–view one another. A deeply moving novel filled with poignancy, humor, and hope, The Help is a timeless and universal story about the lines we abide by, and the ones we don’t. Continue reading “#BookReview: The Help by Kathryn Stockett”

Delirious….


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That’s how I am going to describe myself for the rest of the month. I think between the 50-60 hour work weeks, the baby that doesn’t always believe in staying asleep all night and my own mind I’m averaging about 4-6 hours of sleep a night.

I’m dead tired each morning but by 8am I am strangely happy and slightly loopy.

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It won’t last forever…..


How has the New Year of 2017 been for all of you?

For me it’s been non-stop. In my real-life, outside of my blogging world, I have not been able to catch a breath. I’ve worked long hours and have tried my hardest to squeeze as many hours as I can out of the day to spend with my husband and daughter. 24 hours is not enough time.

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I’m grateful for my mother during this time, more so than I am at any other time. If it cannot be me who is spending quality hours with my child then I am comforted by the fact that it is my mother. She is catching the smiles and milestones on camera. It’s with great sadness that I think the first time I see my daughter walk that it will be on film because I’ll be at work. Continue reading “It won’t last forever…..”