This is a piece about rebuilding--quietly, imperfectly, and honestly. About motherhood, loss, growth, and learning how to stand again after everything falls apart. These are notes from the middle of becoming someone new.

{A teddy bear sits alone in an empty room / Chalk marks decorate the barren floor / Along with star-shaped stickers that stick no more} a poem about losing one's childhood.

The ideas of a man with no intentions be anything but himself and of himself with his things and only his things.

This reset is a return to the fundamentals that truly nourish you. Clearing mental clutter and selecting thoughts that are kinder. Move your body in ways that are comfortable, not demanding. Warm your spirit through prayer, reflection, rest, and simple moments that feel sacred. February hasn't asked us to bloom yet. It prompts us to rest, restore, and reset. To care for our inner world like a warm fire, steady and glowing, preparing us for what comes next.

{Yesterday I got a text / That made me feel worse than less / I closed my eyes and tried my best / But my mind had already headed west} a poem about knowing what happens after being triggered.

Design Biology Forensic Evaluation Protocol (DB-FEP) Meanings and Principles Reference Sheet Version 1.0 – Work in progress January 2026

{Rainy days are ahead of us, my friend / The storm that passed will storm again} a poem about finding comfort in the inevitable.

They say some individuals are once-in-a-lifetime people who leave such a strong impression that it still lingers after they're gone. Today, I share a tale of one of these individuals—a woman who left behind a legacy unmatched by hard work, love, and sacrifice, and by wise words, wisecracks, and quips. This woman had it all and in spades. Simply put, you couldn't tell her nothin'.

This Valentine’s Day, choosing love looks like choosing yourself without guilt, celebrating connection without comparison, and letting love be expansive instead of limiting. It’s soft mornings, honest boundaries, shared laughter, quiet healing, and the courage to give and receive love in whatever form it arrives. Because love, in all its forms, is always worth choosing. 💗

Napoleon Bonaparte was of average height for his time. The idea that he was short comes from a few things. First, the French had different standards of measurement than the British did. What the French called 5'4" in France was 5'7" in Britain, but the British, wanting to make Napoleon look like less than he was, used the French number and made fun of him. Blatant propaganda. That is why, from this day forward, I think we should use the name Bovino Complex to describe a very short man who is unable to deal with his height and therefore tries to be stronger, tries to pretend he is large and strong. After all, Mr. Greg Bovino truly embodies that disorder. He obviously wants to be the big man. Look at the way he dresses, look at the way he interacts with the press.

This has been a rough week. Snowed in with no big projects! Didn't feel like reading a lot, watching tv, or working on my scrapbook...

This poem was written with Help from the holy spirit. I used some bible verses and ideas i’ve seen in the bible in writing this poem, it is my first poem so any criticism is welcome. Thank you for reading

1987 a recedivist destroyed a family to satisfied his disgusting needs. That monster is still alive.

The Isolation Was Intentional explores the quiet, uncomfortable seasons where life strips away people, habits, and familiar versions of ourselves. What initially feels like loss becomes a powerful reset—creating space for self-reflection, accountability, and personal growth. Through solitude, clarity emerges, priorities shift, and purpose sharpens. This piece invites readers to reconsider isolation not as abandonment, but as intentional preparation for peace, alignment, and what’s meant to come next.

Their house was haunted. Objects moved on their own. The TV turned on by itself. They were shocked to see ...

So why should anyone care about reading an octogenarian’s comments on the experience of aging in later life? Because most people have not had that actual experience, and many do wonder what it would be like. From one who knows first-hand what it is like.

The literary exploration argues that the pursuit of societal approval, power, and status compels individuals to suppress their identity, ultimately destabilizing their psychological equilibrium. Through Macbeth, Shakespeare illustrates how external pressures—such as expectations of masculinity, ambition, and reputation—can dominate personal judgment and lead individuals to rationalize destructive actions. Overall, the exploration suggests that when individuals prioritize societal approval over selfhood, they sacrifice authenticity for superficial recognition, resulting in internal collapse rather than fulfillment. Shakespeare ultimately presents ambition as a destabilizing force when it is driven by conformity rather than self-awareness, warning that the suppression of identity in pursuit of validation leads not to empowerment, but to psychological disintegration.

I live in a city where most streets house the homeless, and if you stand in one place long enough, you might overhear someone talking about their own life. This saddens me deeply and, in an odd way, is a pain I feel like I can relate to. To be surrounded by all of these people, yet still feel so alone. The irony of isolation is that we all feel isolated. If you're reading this, go talk to someone whose name you don't know. Why are you going to let your glass box control you?

This is about the psychology of prolonged isolation and solitary confinement: from a personal perspective. Come along and join the conversation.

Hello 👋🏽 here a mother of 4 will always be diving deep into the life of THIS mother not A mother, WHY? There is no mother in this world as jacked up as me that’s why. 😂 So with that being said I do hope you enjoy ☺️ my blog about different scopes of my life through my journey to and in adulthood. My blogs will never be for the weak it will make you experience every emotion man can produce. I’m going to explain why I chose blueblackgirl as well. Im also going to give you a snippet of the manuscript behind it later down the line. Though first I’d like to share with you where the name blueblackgirl came from.