An Experiment in Gratitude


About a Girl

Once upon a time there was a girl

A girl who dreamed of grandeur

A world beyond her circumstance

A place of peace and security

Absent of fear and doubt.

Filled with inspiration

Flowing with ideas

She wrote

And she wrote

And she wrote

Recording each delicious morsel

In anticipation for the next.

Notebook after notebook

Her words filled the pages

Until one day it was no longer enough

She wanted more

The urge to share her experiences with the world

So she started a blog

Hoping one day she may use these words to inspire

To encourage

To empower…

That day has finally come.

This once young and struggling writer, as of today, is now a published author.

Announcing the official release of….

Insane Roots – A Memoir: The Adventures of a Con-Artist and Her Daughter


In Stores Now!!!



Insane Roots – A Memoir: The Adventures of a Con-Artist and Her Daughter Ready for Printing!!

I am so excited, I had to share! I just submitted the final approval of the cover wrap for Insane Roots! The book will hit shelves February 2, 2016 🙂


We are still working on raising money for the purchase of copies to be sold during the book tour (25% of which will be donated to charity). If you are able to donate even a $1.00, it would be such a huge help in reaching our goal!

Check out the crowdfunding campaign here:

Thanks so much for your support! This is a dream come true and would not be possible without all of you 🙂


As the wind blew across his neck, his entire life began to reply itself in his mind.

The birth of his three children and the many times of great joy he has experienced.

He thought to himself, “It is really over? Have I lost everything?”

A single tear began it’s desent down his face and as it slowly met the tip of his nose, his cell phone rang, vibrating against his chest.

He contemplated whether to answer it for some time and as the third ring began he picked it up.

It was little Stephanie, “Daddy, don’t forget the treats for Lizzie!” she exclaimed!

His heart stopped as he mustered up his reply, “I’ll remember my little moon glow” he said softly.

Hanging up the phone, he stepped of the ledge and fell to the ground.

For a moment, he lay there sobbing. Not with tears of sorrow, but tears of joy. It was overwhelming to him that the thought even crossed his mind.

With so much beauty and love in his life, what are a few set backs?

Only a reason to try harder. So he took himself down from his almost end and the only thing on his mind was making it home in time for supper.

The Funeral

In the midst of the night, I lay alone.
Nestled within the satin, my body aches and my hands tremble.

As the cracks of light begin to fade, I am engulfed by the darkness.
Now lost amongst the shadows, my mind begins to wander.

What if this were the end? What if these were the last moments of my life?

As I take my last breath and my heart no longer beats,
Would this be the end?

Or in this transformation, would my life begin?