Is a Wrong Ever Right?


I guess one of the things that separates me from most is I do not accept or agree with a double standard. If I think something is wrong, it is wrong regardless of the circumstance. Recently, here in Oklahoma there has been news of a botched execution. It comes as a total shock that the very man that was questioning if the drugs offered to prisoners allow them to die humanely clearly suffered on that cold, hard table. I will post a link to the article for those that are interested. For me it is simple. Murder is bad. It is wrong and it robs someone of the life they were meant to live. I absolutely cannot support the death penalty because my feelings about right and wrong are so strong. Two wrongs never ever make a right, period. If it’s not okay for Joe Shmo to murder a human being then we punish him by murdering him? Has anyone considered how ridiculous that sounds? Who do any of us think we are that we have the right to take the life of another? It is not our gift to take away. I’m sorry, it just doesn’t sit right with my heart or soul. Many will disagree, and really that’s okay. It’s just so hypocritical to me at least in my own mind.

Some will argue that the family of the person murdered deserves justice too. Is justice making the family of the murderer go through the same agony and pain as the victims family? Is that right and just? Is that how our minds work really? Does the murderer not have a family as well or do they no longer count because someone they love committed a horrendous crime. There are so many mixed messages today and so much confusion that the line between right and wrong has been sadly blurred with what, reasoning? Sorry. You can’t pick and choose when something is and when it is not acceptable. You can but I won’t. Our eternal fate is in our own hands, we are accountable for our own decisions and our own convictions. Thou shalt not kill is pretty clear to me but we are all entitled to make our own choices. What do you think? Have you heard this story? Here’s the link. Take a look! UPDATE: Chaos after Oklahoma botched lethal injection with never-before used drug via @kfor


I’m Going to Try Something Insanely Different


The things we do to improve ourselves is an endless list of ridiculousness followed up by even more ridiculousness. Is that even a word? Anyway, my daughter had a genius idea of how I could go about getting a waist. Even as I write these words I am laughing because how in the heck at 43 do you get something you had never had before when it comes to your body? I’m not giving up pizza or chocolate so please don’t panic.

From the time I have been very young I have always been a normal weight but never ever had a waist. So why am I desperately holding onto the dream even now? I have no idea, but it is true what has been said about always wanting what we can’t have. Maybe that is the problem right there. I’ve never believed it was actually possible for little, tiny me to have a waist. All the little, tiny parts of me were put into my height so who was I to hope there was a little extra tiny left for that are between my hips and chest.

The question is this? How bad do I really want a waist? We are going to find out. My daughter absolutely swears by the weighted hula hoop. She has been using it for sometime, and I must admit I see a huge difference but she is 15. I’ve got years of eating bad crap, loose skin from giving birth to 40 lb. babies and did I mention I am 43? I am going to give it a try. I can already feel the bruises stretching across my hips but I have tried everything else so why not give this a try too. One of my favorite quotes by Albert Einstein is this:


Time to try something different!

Writing Process


I was nominated to participate in a writing process blog tour by a fellow blogger who I am grateful to call a friend. Her writing is diverse, but whatever she writes be it a poem, a song or just a random blog post, there is always inspiration and heartfelt meaning in every word. You can find Stacilys here at I highly recommend you check her out. She is an amazing writer with an amazing spirit. I know you will adore her as much as I do.

This blog meme requires me to answer four questions about my writing process, and then nominate a few other writers to do the same.

I have two nominees.

The first is a lovely writer whose gentle spirit shines through in her writing. Her innocence and her kindness and her general concern for others is hard to miss. If you are looking for someone to really care about your writing and engage with you on a friendly personal level, Justine is your girl. I hope you enjoy her writing and her friendship as much as I do. You can find here, Drop in and let her know I sent you. She will welcome you with her warmth and hospitality.

The second writer is someone who teaches me great lessons in her many stories and experiences. I am never disappointed after reading her posts, and often I am smarter and better just by reading them. She too is a kind spirit. It is palpable both in her writing and her comments. She is a loyal follower and too offers an exchange of wisdom and friendship through this wonderful world of blogging. Please check her out and be prepared to sit for awhile and read. Her writing is addictive and inspiring and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. You can find her blog here…

Now for the four questions.

1) What Am I Working On At The Moment?

I would like to tell you that I am writing the best next novel, but the truth is I am not writing a novel at all. I started blogging because I feel people are extremely distracted these days. I often feel isolated and alone with my thoughts and this was my last ditch effort to speak to someone who would maybe listen. And you know what? I have found people who not only want to listen but have inspired me to never ever stop using my voice.

I am not working on anything in particular. I have written some very short stories about ADD that someday I would love to have published into a children’s book. I love sharing what I know and someday I hope to open others eyes to not only recognizing someone who suffers from ADD, but also what the world is like for these amazing individuals. Otherwise, I write what I feel. I write what inspires me, what frustrates me and everything imaginable in between. My writing is a journey that I invite others to travel along with me.

2) How Does My Work Differ From Others Of its Genre?

Well, for one thing, I don’t have a genre. I am not a serious writer zoning in on any particular talent. I simply write from the Heart Genre!

3) Why Do I Write What I Do?

I write what I do to do exactly as the name of my blog suggests. I like to make people think and maybe even make them see life and circumstances from a new and different perspective. I write down my experiences and I write about them so that I can always look back to the lessons. I feel we are constantly changing and evolving and this is just my creative way of keeping track of all the growth.

4) How Does My Writing Process Work?

I guess you could say it works effortlessly. The words just write themselves and I am only the observer and the avenue to get the
words onto a page. The process is natural and defines itself.

I hope you enjoyed getting to know me a little better. Please check out my nominees and the wonderful blogger who nominated me as well. Life is about paying attention to others and making them feel valuable and important. One of the most important ways we offer this as bloggers is by liking a post or leaving a simple comment. It is the little things that mean the most.

The Storms We Carry


I can’t help but reflect on all these horrible storms. The devastation and enormous impact leave a mark on the towns and people in it for their entire lives. I am still sad when I hear about the stories from Moore, Oklahoma. It seems almost a short while ago that the hearts of the people that live here were left with their hearts exposed and bleeding out for the world to see. These storms are becoming more common and the impact scars more than just the physical structures that are ripped apart and destroyed.

I can’t help but think of the storm inside us all. Be careful what you carry. Remember, each angry thought, negative feeling, tumultuous word builds up. At first it makes up a small part of you until finally it overcomes and consumes who you once were. How dangerous to carry that around with you both devastating to yourself and others. Remember what that storm looks like when it grows out of control. There is no containing it once the momentum builds. Find a way to let go of all that forms that large black cloud and try with all your might to see the sunshine above the clouds. It is always there waiting for you to find it. Gratitude is a direct route. Find things to be grateful for every day and let love back in your heart. You get to decide, do you want to feel the sun on your face or be stuck in a chilly endless rain?

A Thing of the Past


I am baffled why so many of us are fixated on the past. Can we change it really? If we focus on it, are the feelings and pain that live there going to magically be released and healed? I believe what we focus on becomes our reality. We could have the most innocent intentions but revisiting and living in the past is like a gigantic wasteful trap. Why do we have to remember? Why do we have to dig it up? Why do we have to rehash and keep something that should never have happened alive? I just don’t get it. I’m not even sure I agree teaching history anymore. Every day is a new start, a day to wake up with the gift of life placed delicately in our clumsy little hands. Can we change the future by visiting the past? Will it prevent us from making the same mistakes or will it just be a reason to walk around life with a chip on our shoulder allowing us to believe we are victims? We are all victims but we are also warriors. Can we not stand on our strong legs and look to the future with a new powerful weapon of change? Maybe it is letting go and becoming part of the movement of rebuilding a better world that should be a place we visit often. What can we do today to make the world a better place? What can we do in this moment that will assure our kids will live in a healthier more loving world?

The serenity prayer has always been one of my favorites. I try and live by those words of enlightenment and strength. I believe the words are worth repeating each and everyday.


What I Know About Basketball And Gambling


I don’t really like to gamble. To me, it is taking hard earned money and tossing it away. However, once in awhile I do accompany my husband to the casino. Our favorite is roulette. We look at the whole underlying concept of betting entirely different ways. Let me explain. If my husband notices red coming up over and over again, he will bet black and he loses almost every time. I however am a girl that believes in flow. If something is flowing naturally in one direction, why on earth would I stand there blocking the current while forcing it to flow the other way? It sounds crazy and exhausting and well, impossible. So I bet with the flow.

Last night I stayed up to watch our local Thunder team play some basketball. I held out hope for a win until the very last second but deep down I knew it wasn’t going to be in the cards. The coaches made a wager to go against the natural flow of the game. When I saw Durant hold that ball in his hands in a last minute attempt to win the game, I knew before he even attempted the three pointer it was not going in. It just wasn’t his best game last night. I would have given that ball to Westbrook and watch him plow through Memphis defense to score two points in a simple lay up. Should I take over as new head coach of the Thunder? Probably not. But I think there is an important lesson behind going with the flow. What do you think?

Hand Me That. Hang On. Squirrel! Did You Say Something? Wait! Someone’s Beeping In. Let Me Check My Message.


It is no wonder so many of us feel so insignificant these days. I have been getting really frustrated lately with the amount of attention or lack there of coming my way. I try and talk to the back of my sons head as he stares mindlessly at the computer playing Mine Craft. Sometimes it drives me absolutely crazy because if I talk directly to him, he doesn’t seem to hear a word. But, say something I don’t want him to hear, he asks a million questions. Then I try and ask my daughter about her day in between the notification beeps coming from her phone and the world record amount of selfies she can take of herself in a minutes time. Then my husband. Augh! I finally think I am going to have a real two way conversation as I notice his attention going between my voice, the glare of the computer sitting on his lap and the Thunder game that’s playing on the tv. I have seriously had it. Even my mom is playing the game. I call her up and hear, “hang on, I have to get your sister off the phone. Bill will you order me some French fries. Hold on, your cousin is beeping in.”

I am hurt and insulted and feel like I have little or no importance in the lives of the people who are supposed to love me the most. No wonder depression is rampant and the line of every other commercial is about feelings of worthlessness. People’s lack of attention is really becoming problematic. I am not even writing this to vent. I am writing this to urge anyone who reads my blog to stop being so inconsiderate to the people that actually care enough to want to have a little one on one face time. Put the computer down and turn the tv off and stop checking your phone every single time it beeps. Give someone your whole attention and see how they respond. It is disheartening to think that someone cannot even give you a few minutes of their time when you so desperately need to talk. So, I hope you listen and give the people who love you more time and attention then you do your cell phone, laptop of squirrel in the distance. Anyone else having the same experience? And remember, they call it call waiting for a reason. It can wait until you finish the phone call you are already on. Now look someone in the eyes and listen to them. If they don’t appreciate it, I sure will!



Sometimes secrets confine us to a prison we create for ourselves. We try and hide our problems and the parts of ourselves that we are ashamed of hoping that somehow if we deny them, they will go away. I am pretty honest about who I am. There are only a few things I have been apprehensive to share. One is my binging. I have done it for as long as I can remember. One time in high school I went out to dinner. I guess I have always associated food with celebrations. I have no idea why my parents let me order all this except I’m guessing we must have been celebrating some accomplishment. I ordered mozzarella sticks, French onion soup, chicken parmesan with spaghetti and hot apple pie with vanilla ice cream. I remember riding home in tears holding my stomach furious with myself that I consumed so much food. I felt miserable both physically and emotionally. I’d like to tell you I never did anything like that again but I sure have.

It’s awful, and it’s embarrassing admitting there are some things I just don’t seem to have any control over. The pattern is predictable and ridiculous and I fall I to it every time. I know for some, most people binge when they are depressed. For me though, I seem to binge when I am happy. It wouldn’t be a big deal if that one meal didn’t turn into a bag of candy and then repeating the cycle for days in a row. I swear if I could let go of the guilt then maybe I wouldn’t fall victim to this detrimental pattern anymore. That is my plan. I am going to look myself in the face mid binge and acknowledge it. I will remind myself that the binging is out of my control but how I react to it is something I do have power over. If I can stop it at that one meal instead of beating myself up for it than that would be a small win. Maybe that feeling of the win would encourage me to strive for another until one day, maybe I heal myself from this dark character flaw.

We all indulge in things we shouldn’t. We all have that one thing that makes us out of control. Addiction is all around us and comes in many forms. The question is, do we continue to play out a predictable role that leaves us feeling horrible, or do we learn to choose another path? What are some of your addictions? How do you handle them? How does it make you feel about yourself? I would love to hear your personal story.

Chart your Own Course


I changed up my entire routine lately so you may have noticed I haven’t been doing a lot of writing. The truth is, the weather has been absolutely gorgeous here the last few weeks and with all the fun filled festivals going on, I guess you can say I’ve been doing a lot of living. One thing about me that will never change is I throw myself into anything I do. I just can never seem to do anything half way. Maybe it’s a good thing but it can be a curse as well. So time management has always been somewhat of a problem for me , but I’m not judging. If I have learned anything in my 43 years of living, it’s that time is so very precious. When I find something that feels good, I jump into it with both feet and don’t look back. I have given up on the voices that tell me what I should be doing and learned to listen to the quiet part of me, the one that stays in balance by the way it feels. Sometimes you have to follow your soul. It’s okay to let your mind and body follow. Who makes up the rules anyway? Who decides what is right for us? Who decides what we should do and how we should do it? If we answered honestly, we admit everyone has an idea and an opinion about all of those things, but the freedom you offer yourself when you stop serving and pleasing others feels amazing. You have to follow your own path, map your own course and sail your own vessel. Those people that want to step in and steer are nowhere to be found when you wander off course. So, be in control and decide for yourself because like it or not, it will always ultimately be your own hands on your own wheel. Steer wisely and live fully and never ever waste a single minute sailing through regret.

Blowing Bubbles


Feeling everything spiral out of control? Ever wish you could let go of what everyone thinks of you and expects from you? Ever wish you could get a break from what you expect from yourself?

We all feel that way sometimes. That we cannot keep up with the conditions we place on our own self worth. Just today I tried to lay down to rid myself of this haunting headache and the guilt I felt coming from the voices in my head was more excruciating than the headache itself.

I am reminded of myself as a child when time had no meaning and the the space in my head was not occupied with voices. I remember standing outside and blowing those magical iridescent bubbles that would be swept away in the wind until they disappeared. I try and imagine myself blowing those bubbles again, only this time, those bubbles represent the opinions and expectations of both myself and others. The freedom in just letting them float away with no desire to grab them and make them stick. Who in their right mind would attempt to hold onto those chains that imprison us and make us doubt our own decisions and our own self worth?

As a child, we are free. We are so busy exploring and living in each moment that we do not have time for anything else that does not serve our curious, playful spirit. Sometimes it is important to embrace that inner child and to reunite. Playing is important and the freedom to just be is the greatest dose of therapy you can offer your tired self. So today, play. Explore. Laugh. Blow some bubbles. Act silly. That little you has been patiently waiting for you to come back and see her again. When is the last time you took some time to play?