My Personal Perspective

Flightless in the Suburbs

It was called the block of dreams, at least at one point in time.  Each house unique and welcoming, each yard a vibrant splash of green contrasting the dull desert terrain of West Texas.  On this quaint block lived a stereotypical nuclear family.  A step-father that read the paper and watched the game.  A mom… Continue reading Flightless in the Suburbs

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Behind the Blog- 2017 Edition

So this year was an interesting journey where I started out strong for Shopgirl, but then as The House of R transitioned from 8 months of homelessness into our Our Little Castle in Orlando I felt more impassioned to share our journey than business gossip.  I found so many hours being drained away into research… Continue reading Behind the Blog- 2017 Edition

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Words I Refuse To Spell Correctly

My linguistics professor once said that as soon as we were done with his class we would never be able to spell again and I'd love to blame a distinguished education on my common misspellings through my blog, books, and day to day corresspondences...but indeed most are intentional while the rest are...well... Allot- In 3rd… Continue reading Words I Refuse To Spell Correctly

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Ode to Lamesa

My brother Chase and I loved stories.  Wether through books, movies, TV shows, and writing tall tales ourselves we were mesmerized by the many working pieces that compiled to bring a setting and character to life.  We lived in a small town that sat in the center of a region that I now refer to… Continue reading Ode to Lamesa

Being Mom, My Personal Perspective, Orlando Adventures, Step-Parenting To Do's

Wrapping Up The Magic of Christmas

I don't really remember the day mom finally confirmed the dreaded rumors that Santa was merely a figment of the imagination because it never really made a difference.  Even as I took my turn as a teenager playing Santa for my younger brothers I never stopped believing in the magic of him. As a child… Continue reading Wrapping Up The Magic of Christmas

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How The Other Half Lives

When I was a young girl we lived in a small West Texas Farming community.  We didn't have many options for eating out so it was often that we would find ourselves at the Pizza Hut Buffet for Sunday lunch.  These were my favorite lunches, not only for the pizza and amazing salad, but most… Continue reading How The Other Half Lives

My Personal Perspective, Orlando Adventures

Christmas Time Living in Orlando

The long white strands in his beard caught in the fibers of his bright red sweater and the white cotton ball collapsed forward from the back of his red cap and swung just beside his ear as he took a closer look at a bag of apples in the produce department of Wal-Mart.  Li'l A… Continue reading Christmas Time Living in Orlando

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Teaching the “Unteachable”

"We are just a holding cell until they get to big people prison." I shot a look around, was I the only one hearing this?!  At each tiny table students studied with headphones, gossiped with friends, and the whizzing of the milk steamer blared loudly drowning out any sounds of nearby conversation.  I wondered what… Continue reading Teaching the “Unteachable”

Being Mom, My Personal Perspective

The Lies My Mother Told Me

My cousins and I would try to bide the time while at our granny's small one room shack by the river.  With no television, no toys, and no other sources of entertainment in the tight quarters our options came down to playing cards, fishing, and quietly using our imagination.  I'd often bide much of my… Continue reading The Lies My Mother Told Me

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Please Stop Saying I Have Control Over My Depression

I am a depressed person; if you haven't caught on by now.  I have suffered from depression since childhood.  I have never been a stranger to crying myself to sleep and as a result to an overwhelming sensitivity to the world around me.  Or to an outpouring understanding and empathy to pain.  I have spent my… Continue reading Please Stop Saying I Have Control Over My Depression

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Blake Shelton Showed Us The Hypocrisy of the #metoo Movement

About two weeks ago there was an explosion of #metoo(s) trickling through my, invading my feeds with reckless abandon.  Sadly, I don't know a woman who hasn't been catcalled, ass grabbed, or in someway found in compromising positions to which they feel they had no control, and I was surprised that this was new news… Continue reading Blake Shelton Showed Us The Hypocrisy of the #metoo Movement

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The Millennial Island: Friendship Perverted

I grew up in a small town in West Texas where we had block parties, potlucks, and playing pretend with imaginary swords, guitars, and other various props was all the rage.  High school developed into things of late night cruises down the drag, laps around our tiny one corridor mall, or all night sleepovers where… Continue reading The Millennial Island: Friendship Perverted