Read that headline again. Hurt people hurt people. That’s right. I also did a double take the first time I read it. I understand the statement to mean that when someone does something hurtful or bad to me, that they are really coming from a place of hurt themselves. The same goes for ME! How…

I know this sounds cliche, but I always knew I would end up being a writer.  No, really.  I must have been about 9 years old, when that spark first flickered. I wrote a poem about a Tiger and proudly handed in to be graded. To my horror, the teacher (an unusually tall woman with…

🌈Remember my desire to write a book? 🌈Remember how I started out with a bang? 🌈Remember how I would talk about nothing else? Well, I never did share with you that right in the middle of that wave of high, I lost my mom and life smacked me hard. My decision to hold off all…