By keeping their lives in order this means getting up, dressing up and showing up for life.

That includes going to work, caring for your children and your home and paying the bills. Doing all of this keeps you in charge of the things that are within your control, even when things that aren’t are knocking on your door.
Staying empowered by making good choices instead of excuses is what makes you strong.
Knowing you can count on yourself and that other people compliment you and don’t complete you is strength.
Giving a shit about what’s most important makes you strong.
Whining and complaining is not strength.
Neglecting your responsibilities is not strength.
Taking steps toward improvements, even small ones is strength.
Telling everyone how bad ass you are is not strength, that’s ego. Proving how bad ass you are by doing your best in all things is strength.
Finding joy where you are, wherever that is, is strength.
Asking for and graciously accepting help when you need it is strength. Pride, is not strength.

I’ve stood in the shower and cried my eyes out for fifteen minutes when I’m scared or feel like I can’t make it through another day of craziness. I’ve screamed at the top of my lungs in my truck while driving to work when I’m angry. Hell, I’ve even punched my pillows to death but giving up has never been an option for me. I have too many people depending on me, including myself.
Thankfully, I’ve learned just sitting quietly or getting lost in my writing helps me find my center and relieves any anxiety I’ve built up in the course of a day.

Ranting, raving and venting only release all of that negative energy into the world and keep the stresses close to you and just drag those around you down.
Yes, I still cry, scream and get angry. I’m human. I’m a work in progress and thankfully, I don’t do those things anywhere near as often as I used to out of frustration, even though some days I feel I’m provoked to the point of madness.
If I let go even a little bit, EVERYONE and EVERYTHING I’ve worked so hard my whole life for will unravel

Strength is believing in yourself. I believe.

When Mother Was Bored aka Mother Loved to Redecorate

Here is 100% TRUE story #2.

Mom and Dad

Mother was always decor conscious and frequently enjoyed redecorating. Even if she was only changing up the pictures on the walls or hanging new curtains, she loved to spruce and paint. Painting was her favorite way of changing things up and she loved bright colors. This particular day’s project was a makeover for the first floor bathroom.

Mother’s revelation came because Daddy’s birthday was soon approaching–not that she needed an excuse but she decided to surprise him and paint it his favorite color.

Mother painted everything. She painted walls, ceiling, molding, frames, cabinets and even the toilet seat. Everything had to match.

During her afternoon of painting, curtain hanging and rug laying, she wore herself out and decided to take a break and lay down for a little nap on the sofa. About an hour later, she awoke to her name being called. She stirred from her rest and followed the calls.

Sure enough, it was her big fuzzy bear–my daddy, calling out to her from the bathroom. Daddy was one of the hairiest men I’ve ever seen…from neck to toes.

“Honey, what are you doing home so early?” she called to him through the door.

“Obviously, I had to use the bathroom,” he said through his teeth.

In her still slightly sleepy state, she had forgotten about her project, until she heard my Dad say, “Peggy, get the turpentine.”

Daddy’s favorite color was red…


They were so awesome!


Once Upon A Time, I Had the Most Wonderful Mother

And I still do.

Last night Wayne and I were sitting in my living room and I was writing and he was on the phone with his mom. We were talking about today’s date. About a minute later my damn broom fell and hit the floor in the kitchen. I hadn’t touched it since Saturday.

About 11:00am est five years ago, my mother took her last breath. She suddenly awoke from a 2 week coma and looked at Wayne and I and said, “It’s okay.”

Not a day goes by that she isn’t in my heart and thoughts. I miss her more than I could ever express but she is always with me.

I made this video as a tribute to her when she passed. I can’t watch it today but by all means, please enjoy it.