When the Next Man Kisses Me

I tried. I really did; I tried.But when he kissed my lips, I cried. It wasn’t anything he did, or wanted to dobecause I wanted it, too. I thought just maybe, I was ready.But my heart was still too heavy. My emotions took control of me;they wouldn’t set my soul free. How do people do…

The Sunday Post: One More

For today’s post I’m sharing one last poem I wrote and hope that now they’re out of my system and I can move on to writing about other things, maybe even find a story about my dad to share with you. “It’s our challenges and obstacles that give us layers of depth and make us…

Shelf Life

Sometimes the problem isn’t that you don’t have enough spice in your life. The problem is that all the spices went unused and expired before you even opened the jars.