It’s very important for a parent to be involved in their child’s life. It don’t matter the distance or circumstances. Children are affected by the absence of their parent(s). My youngest son for instance, his father is incarcerated. It kills my son not having his father here with him. It kills me to have to try and be both a mother and a father to him. It isn’t the same. My son will cry for his father. Tell me he misses him and wants him. He has begun to cling to his older brother now. My 12-year-old daughter wonders what she did to make her father hate her. It hurts me to see her upset. What do I tell her? I don’t know his reasons.Saturday, October 27, 2007
Parents Need To Be Involved
It’s very important for a parent to be involved in their child’s life. It don’t matter the distance or circumstances. Children are affected by the absence of their parent(s). My youngest son for instance, his father is incarcerated. It kills my son not having his father here with him. It kills me to have to try and be both a mother and a father to him. It isn’t the same. My son will cry for his father. Tell me he misses him and wants him. He has begun to cling to his older brother now. My 12-year-old daughter wonders what she did to make her father hate her. It hurts me to see her upset. What do I tell her? I don’t know his reasons.Thursday, October 25, 2007
Getting To Meet Wrestlers

Batista, Triple H, John Cena, Ray Mysterio, Jeff and Matt Hardy….just a few of my favorite WWE wrestlers. I would love to meet them all sometime. I check the WWE web site regularly to see when they will be in or near our city. On October 25, 2004 I met The Hurricane and Rosey during an autograph session. I was able to get my picture taken with them as well. They smelled so good! Okay, maybe a little silly to mention, but it’s something I remember. You’d think wrestlers would be sweaty and smelly. I guess not out in public though. Anyway, it was the best birthday present ever!
Saturday, October 20, 2007
A New Sprititual Path
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Sunday, October 14, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Shelter Life
I try to get along with people, but it hasn’t been an easy task. Everyone in the shelter has issues they are dealing with. Some may work odd hours, or are really stressed. I try to be considerate and respectful. Others, however, don’t seem to understand that concept and continue to be disruptive. Their children run up and down the halls playing, yelling and banging on walls and doors. Parents yelling at their children or other adults that are down the hall. I have tried to talk to these people as adults only to be given attitude. So, I felt I had to go to the staff and complain and I’m not the only one to do so. I have been called a snitch, a bitch and pretty much called a racist. I was angry and upset. All I want is for there to be some sense of common courtesy and respect for others. There should be a common ground that makes everyone somewhat happy. That apparently makes me a bitch. Apparently I’m a racist because I cannot deal with the “nigger” factor as they put it. Everyday my patients is being tried and my tolerance levels pushed by some of the other shelter residents. What really bothers me is that now I’m being harassed. People knocking on our door and running off. People knocking into me as they pass by me in the hallway. I have also been threatened and no longer feel safe here. As much as some of the staff tries to convince me otherwise, I know it’s because of my skin color. I’m the only white resident here.Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Passion For Jewelry
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Family Time
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