what is ‘being a good parent’?

does it mean
your kids aren’t having sex
does it mean
they never say bad words
does it mean
they never quit at what they do

does it mean
they go to church every week
and read the bible
does it mean
they put others down
who aren’t measuring up

maybe ‘being a good parent’
has nothing to do
with what your kids choose to do

maybe ‘being a good parent’
means you love your kids WELL
through God’s heart
no matter what they do

one question
many answers


a year that held
so much for me
so much to remember
and grow from

it was the year
of many beginnings
and some endings
a year of growth
and struggling

of writing my first poem
and then four hundred more
of writing thirty songs
some to music
of starting a business
walking away from a job

spending more time with
my kids
the ones who matter most

spending time with the youth
with the homeless
with good friends

so much to hold onto
so much to let go of

and all of it experienced
through God’s heart

Chosen First

Me and Kyle at the Raiders game 10/25/2015
Me and Kyle at the Raiders game 10/25/2015

Yesterday, Kyle took me to the Raiders game, but up until on our way there, I had no idea where he’d gotten the tickets, and finding out squeezed my heart with a hug.

Kyle works for a popular nightclub downtown called “OMNIA.” A little bit ago, a company reserved the club for their company shindig. It was then, when Kyle was noticed.

At this club, he’s security, and he’s so good at his job! Some of you may remember about this club and how they chased Kyle down and practically begged him to work for them. Well, while he was working this particular event, a woman noticed his stature and offered him tickets to the Raiders game.


He was given two tickets, and the first person he thought of to take was ME, his mommy! How amazing is that!! A twenty-four year old young man preferred to take his mom above any of his friends. I was so honored and still am, and while I was there, I heard so much boasting about him. Continue reading

Hell has Ears

On Saturday morning, Nathan and I were sitting on my bed, talking, and somehow, we headed down memory lane about my childhood, and I told him about my decision to become a mother.

I’ll never forget it: I was holding my Cabbage Patch doll and talking about how I was going to be a mother someday, how I was going to love my kids like I’d never been loved, so they could experience hugs and kisses, and as I remembered, I began to cry. Nathan almost cried, too. Continue reading

Wanting to Be a Mother

This morning, I was remembering things from childhood, and as I remembered how I wanted to be a mother, I wept. This was around 5:30 am. I had a time in my mind to work on flags at 5:30 am, but when I wept about wanting to be a mother, a desire rose in me to write about it. I tried to ignore it, but I can’t, so flags will have to wait. Continue reading