Reserved for one person — My mother has been married once to a man named Brad. He became my stepdad at the age of three and I of course was the flower girl at the wedding. I will never forget that day. It was the first time I’d ever felt a grown-up emotion. Brad came…

Here’s what differs between myself and the good ones — er, the successful ones. — I was gonna write a whole intro explaining why it felt necessary to write this, but nah… let’s just get right into why I feel I’m such a lousy writer for this day and age. First reason- I write extremely long intros and I ramble on forever. There are so many rules nowadays and one of them is to steer clear of…

Or is she an absolute mastermind? — I’ve had this on my mind a lot lately. It solidified for me a few weeks ago when I came across a short backstory bio about one of the content creators to whose channel I’m subscribed. This woman puts out amazingly addictive short content on social media showing some pretty…

I wish I’d done it much sooner — **These methods aren’t for everybody, but they definitely worked for me. I just thought I’d share them with you. This is a story for reading purposes only, not as a suggested instructional pamphlet. I am not a nutritionist or anything close to it. …

Easy ventures to try out from the comfort of your home — Owning a business is hard. You deal with taxes, hiring, firing, and everything in between. Many small businesses don’t last past the first two years. Though we’d love to, many of us cannot afford the luxury of working from home. Some of us have children in daycare, which is expensive…

Simply put: You’re not “the one.” — It’s time to let go. Most of us, we’ve been there. Head over heels in love. The kind of love that led you straight to the curled-up-in-a-ball-on-your-bed-for-days-without-eating-or-sunlight blues and heartbreak. You thought your life was over and you’d never love anyone that much ever again. You know the one. You…

I love this day. You said these exact words just a little while ago. As I peer outside this bedroom window, my gaze is fixated on the one orange tree that refuses to die right beyond the glass and I completely agree — I love this day. We lie in…

A short chapter by my mother — (My mother wrote this short story, as she sometimes does and then asks me to publish them on my page. lol.) It all started as a teenager. I would eat a pound of the jumbo sunflower seeds every day. I was so good at removing the shell with my tongue…

Colostomy With Anal Cancer — *(This story was written by my mother. Good job Mom! Thank you for sharing your experience on my page and with all the Medium readers. I love you and I’m so proud of you. You’re amazing and so, so brave.) Those dreaded words, “you have cancer”. Less than a week…