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Yeee Teee Teeee!!!!!

wow. so its long awaited...at least for me that is. My books. My babies. They arrived in the mail yesterday. I came home from school and like any mother happy to see her child, I gave the same shout of joy....MY BABIESSSSS...

Its been a weird journey, writing out of confidence, writing through a heart break, growing in my writing and loving the fact that I had the opportunity to make this become a reality for me...YOU ALL HAVE SURELY GIVEN ME THAT COURAGE.

Please, please look out for my update about locations and sites for purchase. - amazon, authorsbookshops.com for starters...border's books and hopefully other book stores.

Pam Osbey was right ... they are indeed a cute little something to walk around with. When you get your copy...get to know me through my poetry.

Thank you.

The Girl with the Brown Thumb

In reflection of all the things that could possibly go wrong in a normal pre-40 life, I can’t help but see, that in my inability to poke fun at myself and laugh at all the things that brings me humiliation, I at the age of 31 have somewhat of a monotonous and pragmatic way of carrying out my days. So “by the book” that I have sworn off men, forgot what “between the sheets” mean and have possibly driven more friends to the lost and found than created any bonds like polident has.

Instead, I find myself resembling the likes of journal toting, Bridget Jones and the newly famed “Starter Wife”, with whom I relate to without the red head coif and the bashing of friends’ intimate confidential memos. I am, however, an ex-wife who sits on the side lines watching and having my own quirky comments on the pages of my journals about life and everything outside of my own, rather than living it to the fullest. Don’t get me wrong I have my fun filled pages, outlining my very own dysfunctional method for existing and it’s probably the only place where I admit to my defects…but how drone is it to be relatable to fictional pen pushing-page flippers…especially when my journals won’t make me famous or turn into anything interesting over night. It lacks bashing scandals and the “who’s-done-it-with-whom” plots for a new screen play.

In the space of 3 years I have managed to lose a happy ever after, broken the record of embarking on new friendships and bringing it to a halt in the matter of months. I have spent 2 years and some months preparing for the release of a poetry collection that may now seem to be in some sort of defunct mode that may have no resolution. I’ve had the harsh wakeup call that that life for good people can change overnight drastically without warning and you still have to get up and go on with your days as though nothing has happened. I’ve been told that I’m selfish, a brag and a bore…hey!, I’m just following the carrot that’s being dangled in my face and consider it some form of entertainment seeing that I don’t quite take to smoking, drugs and one night stands.

In these 3 years, I have come to the realization that I have a disability in having things flourish into the silver lined moments of life. I suffer with a brown thumb for all the good things in this pre-40 life and with 8 years left to fruition, a green thumb on this brown girl is something on my wish list for Christmas this year. Hopefully I’m on Santa’s good list…barring that I have to sit on his lap.

Somewhere in the midst of all the blunders and blurs, I’d find my way on top of something (or someone) and would smile at the fact that it took tooth and nails to make it all comfortable.

Life! What is it without disappointments?

October 1st...a day I'll always remember

Today my son turned 11 years of age. My goodness, I watched him and of course, the sad sap that I am, couldn't stop crying. I love him so much that I couldn't help but hug him. I think he was turning blue in the face before he actually mustered up some energy to yell at me to back off lol. Its a joyous day for me.

In addition to celebrating the birth of my first born...I got word today that my other baby was delivered. Tears are in my eyes right now. Its emotional lol...sad sap remember?!

Pam Osbey advised me today that my babies are in her possession. She described them as...cute (probably like their momma lol) and fit for any lady's pocket book and or a man's back pocket. They're the perfect size.

I'm ecstatic as can be and no words, no matter how I rearrange them, can explain this emotion.

I can't wait to introduce them to you guys.

Thank you all for the patience and inquiries. You are the best motivation ever. I've grown attached to many of you and hope that this product is one you will be proud of as well.