This morning I received a letter from a fan of my Facebook page named Bobbie Ann Phillips and as I read it I knew instantly this needed to be read by all of you. This is her story and its an honest account of how it feels, of what we don’t expect, our fears and… Read More
Okay, so it is hard… it really is. And, honestly if you haven’t thought to yourself “What the hell am I doing here, or dealing with this for?” at least once, you aren’t doing it right. Stepping into, or welcoming someone into a blended family – is much more than just another pound of ground… Read More
Two things, that’s all I really hoped my kids would be blessed with – because with those two things they could conquer the world. One thing I wanted most for my children was for them to have a mother, an involved mother, someone who made time for them, whose hugs healed any pain, and whose… Read More
Laying in our overstuffed chair with my now almost eight year old son, and ten year old daughter – my mind wanders. How did they grow so tall, their legs so long, their fingers and hands so big. It seems like just yesterday, there were still protected within my belly – and now their live,… Read More
READ & SHARE Must Read and Must Share if you are a parent! Don’t allow a simple mistake to cost you or a loved one a child’s life. This is heart-wrenching and true portrayal of a preventable death. Secure your furniture – Secure your child’s safety.
Inspired by the movie: Lifted When all feels wrong and the road to happiness too far gone When the load feels to heavy to bear Know there is someone always there When you feel alone, like no one can ever understand and then you reach out to find, there is no helping hand When you… Read More
One day without much notice this little blonde hair baby came totting into my home. Barely able to walk on your own, you were holding your daddy’s hand. My life changed in that moment, almost the same as when you hear the words “you’re pregnant”. Except in my case, I didn’t have nine months to… Read More
Why does my opinion matter, why does what I feel, the pain in my chest, or the tears that I cry matter, when I am only a step parent. I can’t possibly understand how it feels to love a child, to care for a child, to want so badly for this child to have the… Read More