5 Ways Being A Mom Makes Me A Bad-Ass Super Villain

Becoming a mom is truly a magical experience, unrivaled by any other. However, it isn’t all fairytales and princesses. Throughout this journey of motherhood, I have come to find that I just might make one badass super villain, and all from my momming experiences. Here are 5 ways that being a mom likens me to a … Continue reading 5 Ways Being A Mom Makes Me A Bad-Ass Super Villain


Teachers: You’re At Bat

It's back to school time- my second of which I will not be returning along with the throng of anxious teachers, eagerly and not so eagerly awaiting what the year will bring.  And since I will not be in the trenches with you, I will be here on the sidelines instead, cheering you on, and … Continue reading Teachers: You’re At Bat

Help Me Rhonda…err I Mean Readers.

Have you ever been somewhere and been struck by something that you saw that made you think a bit more about your own life? This is exactly what I describe in my piece accepted by Parent.co. (It's my first paid online piece!!) Please click here to read! Please check it out and share on Facebook … Continue reading Help Me Rhonda…err I Mean Readers.


Formalities aside, she sat, a single lily in hand, listening to the sound of a piano playing, waiting. He'd loved crimson against her fair skin. She had loved him since he gifted her that single flower and his promise to love her to the end of his days. This post is in response to this … Continue reading Requiem

NOT- The Sounds of Silence

"Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence" Dear Paul Simon: What would you call this? Do you hear what I hear? from … Continue reading NOT- The Sounds of Silence

Uncertain Future

Glancing back once more, the ashes fall lightly on me, their origin cringeworthy.  The repugnant smell causes my beyond empty belly to recoil, attempting to bring up any remaining remnants. I turn away and walk as briskly as my feeble legs can muster. "Never again" turned into again and again all across the world. Race, … Continue reading Uncertain Future