What if I fly?


I had an interesting conversation last night with a great friend. I first met this person over the summer, he invited me to guest host on his podcast. It was exactly what my anxiety needed to freak out! Why the heck would this professional want me on his show?!?! I was terrified, until the day we recorded. He made me feel so comfortable and accepted. That’s a huge deal for me. Since that time, he’s become someone I respect, admire and look forward to interacting with, when time zones and schedules allow.

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Shaking with Fear, Sharing my Truth

I posted a picture earlier this week. It was of me 8 weeks post-partum and one of me as of Sunday, October 29, 2017. The difference to me is shocking. It might not be to others but they don’t really know what is most shocking to me.

I’m about to tell you.

I’m extremely scared to tell this story but it’s been on my mind and in my head for too long. I need to release it and allow me to embrace and accept me.

Prior to discovering I was pregnant on July 4, 2015, I was self-destructing. Continue reading “Shaking with Fear, Sharing my Truth”



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I am allowed to grieve.

I wrote the post below on my Facebook page today because it needed to said. It was me being able to start my healing process that others have tried to deny me.

The outpouring of love I have received from my friends on both sides of this election has warmed my heart and helped me to see beyond my grief. I won’t heal over night and I am developing a new view of the world that surrounds me. I fear that some of my optimism and ideals have been fragmented. I don’t know what they will look like once they come together again. My hope is they will allow me to be stronger and more kind in the face of hate. Right now the pain is still too fresh. Continue reading “I am allowed to grieve.”


This couldn’t have been a more apt quote today. I am currently doing something that scares the crap out of me. I signed up for NaNoWriMo this year. I’m going to begin to write my stories. I’m going to stop putting it off because of fear and excuses.

I will not give into the fear that I will not succeed. I will grow, learn and conquer.