Over the holidays the diocesan EfM (Education for Ministry) Book Club is reading CHURCH TOMORROW? by Stephanie Spellers. This book is widely based on interviews with “Nones” and “Dones” regarding their faith journey. In preparation for reading and discussing Spellers’ book, I decided to interview myself using her four questions. Here are my answers.

Just a little rant about my struggles with Writer's Block, and what to expect when it comes to my writing.

An intriguing look into the mind of a manic depressive schizophrenic whom loves the only thing there is to love in the world, 🌍 Self

I never asked to become an expert in surviving storms, but life made sure I learned early. At just seven years old, I was left at my grandparents’ house with everything I owned, abandoned without answers, forced to grow up before I had a chance to breathe. From that moment on, chaos replaced comfort. I learned to hold my breath through moments that should have held me. I carried the weight of my parents’ battles, the loneliness in every move, and the silence that grew louder with every broken promise. Healing didn’t begin the day the pain stopped—it began the day I stopped hiding it. The day I realized my voice could be a lifeline, not just for me but for anyone who has ever felt unseen, unheard, or forgotten. This space is my offering. A tender place where trauma can be spoken without shame and where every scar becomes proof that survival is an art. Here, we heal together. Here, you are never alone.

We live in an era where technology is ever prevalent. Tech companies are increasing and so is the tech. AI is taking over as is big tech. People are producing tech, buying tech, and industries are relying on tech more than they used to. Big tech is increasing it’s spending on thing like AI and many other technologies and the people are keeping up with them by buying them. “Nvidia shares were up more than 5% in early trading. If gains hold, the company will add about $243 Billion to its market capitalization which is more than the valvation of some of the major companies on the S&P 500 index, including Pepsi Co and Goldman Sachs. Bullish spirit lifted many tech stocks around the world with shares of U.S chipmakers Advanced Micro Devices and Intel rising abit 4% and nearly 3% respectively Arm Holdings, Micron Technology and Broadcom were also up between 1.5% and 4%”(Rashika Singhand, Rae Wee, Global Tech Shares Surge As Nvidias AI boom Powers Market Rally.) Shares are increasin

Do you think it’s pretty when it rains? Do you ever just stop and watch it rain? Surely you do. Surely you like it.

Woke up feeling blah yesterday (12/05/2025), so I wanted to write about it and see if anyone else has ever felt this way.

Why are they not a thing when it might be somewhere in a place thats really really fucked up for real though ewww

People ask me sometimes why I write all this down. Why stir up the past? Why bother telling stories from a county most folks can’t point to on a map? Truth is, I grew up in a place where the stories were louder than the people. Nahunta wasn’t just a dot between Waycross and Brunswick. It was its own world—a crossroads of old ways, family codes, and traditions held together by grandmother hands and gossip strong enough to travel through walls. My childhood wasn’t perfect. Lord, no. But it was full—full of characters, full of lessons, full of women who didn’t give a damn if the modern world approved of their methods. They were the guardians of the old rules. The enforcers of truth. Daddy was the cornerstone. Mawmaw was the steel beam. Granny was the one who could comfort and correct in the same sentence. This blog is my love letter to them. My apology for the times I didn’t listen. My gratitude for the times they didn’t give up on me.

The streetlights offer a false sense of security, don't they? If you're reading this, you know the nightly ritual: pulling back the curtain, peeling away that veneer of safety, to gaze at the black expanse pierced by those deceiving beams of comfort...

The terrible, horrible, and very stressful Twos! The start of just the beginning of the word "NO." The overnight transformation from a sweet baby to an unhinged toddler who throws, bites, kicks, slaps, and spits drinks into shoes. The jealousy of siblings. This article covers it all!

Venus They told me Venus was the planet of love, and I promised love was all I’d give. The days I spent on love were all beautiful and endearing, but I didn’t realize I was the only one giving it. The people that passed me by while I smiled at them never acknowledged me enough to smile back at me.

This stream opens the world of Faded Glory—a nation on the edge and the warriors who stand in the gap. Commander Sharp, Commander Carlos, and the War Hogs face corruption, chaos, and the fall of blue cities. Each note delivers a scene, a voice, or a moment from their world as they fight for truth, freedom, and the hope that America can rise again.

why do I write? I write poetry since the age of 12. I feel in love with it. when I write poetry I am more of free verse and I write what comes to mind.

I don't envy anyone who has the courage to leap into this disaster we call the job market, this place is insane.

With heartfelt gratitude, I bid you all a sincere farewell. As I pen this last message, I reflect on our shared journey and the connections we've forged. Though our paths may diverge, the memories we've created will forever resonate within my heart.

That grief had carved out spaces in me I never filled back in. That losing people I loved—some to death, some to distance, some to silence—had carved my edges softer, blurred me until I wasn’t sure where I stopped and the rest of the world began

Today was challenging as I reflected on my interactions with friends. I felt hurt and manipulated, sensing that some of my social circle has been taking advantage of my kindness. The recurring patterns of bullying and disrespect have left me feeling emotionally drained and questioning the authenticity of these relationships.

If you cover your face with both hands long enough, then you might as well keep them there. These hands aren't no use touching another soul, another single living body. With these hands that I place below my feet, I too, don't want to breathe. There's light in the shadows, but shadow, don't you get to tracing me.

Four simple steps to sobriety check it out you might be interested if not pass it to somebody you might know who would be to some this maybe just words to so some but for others it can save a life!