Mommy Meltdown

  My heart beats slowly…. I’m focused on what is yet to come. Tomorrow is not promised no matter who you are. Some days are harder than hard, But we take in stride what has yet to come. I hold on to the hope of good in the world, Only to understand that the powers of evil invade all who allow. We stand united as one, make America great again, they chum on. Please tell me, when was America ever great. From the mouth of my ancestors, great, is not a word they would have used. Hurt. Pain. Respect that was fought to gain. I can hear the cries; I can see the rain. The only thing we are united in is hurt and pain. I fear for my children and those yet to come. What will they face? What have we done? We sit and stare at screens thinking of all the mean and hateful things to say. If someone doesn’t know your past, how can they help with your future? I grew up in a time when things were somewhat hopeful. Where movie stars stayed in movies. Where si...

Hello there! After Tuesday night, I think some funny convos are needed. Here is part two of “ Convos with my kiddos .” Enjoy, laugh, and take a moment to breathe. We are all in this together! *P.S. I'm keeping names out, so if you see Re****, that's just someone's name*   *This is all five of my kiddos in order by age* *The one in the middle gives me most of my content, lol* (2018)  "Help your sister make the no-bake bars" *they go into the kitchen* "Mom, how long do we put these in the oven for?" *I just had to sit there in confusion. Was it not in the name* "OOOOOOO never mind! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My two oldest daughters have mentors they have been with since kindergarten (now they are 16 and 14 years old). One of my daughters went out with her mentor not too long ago, and this was the conversation we had when she came back. “Mom, Sa*** sa...