Mama’s Roses

Back last year before “the Covid” my mom, sister and I saw that Emmylou Harris was coming to Huntsville and my mom said she would treat me for my birthday present. . Well the Covid hit and her tour sadly got canceled so we were not able to go, but anyone that bought tickets could

To my Mama…

To those that missed my speech the day of my Mama’s funeral, here’s what I wrote in honor of her life. Thanks for reading. Celebration of Life Date July 11th, 2020 “My mom loved people, didn’t she? but when it came to speaking in big crowds she was too shy. I too have never wanted

The “Rainbow” Baby

To be straight forward and honest today was a really good day. Mainly because we didn’t celebrate or reflect solely on Mother’s Day (due to Covid-19,) like we normally do, so it actually made it much more enjoyable day. I was sad I didn’t get to see my mom today, but I’ll Lord willing see

Acquiescence

Acquiescence. To Acquiesce. Isn’t that just a beautiful word? Oh how it beautifully depicts exactly what I’ve been feeling lately. If you are not familiar with this word and it’s meaning, here it is according to Webster’s dictionary. It is a verb meaning: to accept, comply, or submit tacitly or passively —often used with in

This Crazy Wonderful Life!

Hey y’all! It’s been a little while since my last post. I just got done organizing my art room. A project sorely neglected for a long time. But I said, before I start painting a ton of new paintings again, I’m going to first organize my art room so it’s decent for painting in. I

What is #Mamagrief?

A friend of mine shared a post with me on Instagram recently of a brave young woman who lost her precious firstborn daughter, Florence. You can read all about her beautiful story here, #mamagrief. She started a hashtag called #mamagrief a place where other grieving mothers who have lost children to death can go and

Finding Joy (Part 2 of John Spencer’s birth story).

October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month. John Spencer, this is your voice, my awareness and tribute to you, my sweet precious boy! “Mama, loves you!” As we were headed to the hospital that Sunday afternoon, the contractions were coming now so very close together, it was hard to breathe correctly ’cause honestly neither