
Hey guys! I hope you are having an amazing week. I wanted to share with you a funny story of mine. One that just makes you laugh, and go back to your teen years when you did dumb things! I was 19 years old, with a pretty new mustang. I used to go to a…
Life sure does have a way of taking you on wild adventures, doesn’t it? One day, you are eating steak, in a fancy restaurant, the next, you are wondering where you will get your next meal. I have always found it important to keep my positivity no matter what the situation truly is, but some…
Today was such an exciting milestone of a day for us! Today, we finally placed our first book, The Mirror Trilogy Book 1: Reflections of Love & Lies for sale on our website! It has taken almost 6 months to get it perfected to our liking! I am so excited to begin working on the…
Today was a strange day. Something feels like it is shifting in the air around me. I can sense it, even though I cannot explain it. Lately, things have been going wrong in ways that don’t seem accidental. Small disruptions. Unexpected setbacks. A quiet feeling that something bigger may be approaching. I can feel the…
It’s been a wild few days! I have been designing our mock-ups for our future toy line! We are designing entire worlds for our future grandchildren and great grandchildren to come! In addition, I have been working on our first set of journal books! “On Your Way To You” This is part of our, “Journey…
Learning what “Abandonment Issues” means: I had/have so many different avenues of anger, hatred, and pain. I truly believe that after the age of 6, I completely forgot what love meant. What it felt like. What the “myth” of it was. I was completely filled with a beast. A monster. An anger, a force that…
My first real job came when I was fifteen. I was a cashier at a small deli located directly across the street from the Catholic school I had attended as a child. Every single day, it stood there, the church steeple rising high into the sky, the large stained glass windows, staring back at me,…
Relationships were never easy for me growing up. It was hard for me to form any kind of real, lasting connection with anyone. I could get close to someone for a few days, maybe even a week. I could laugh with them, share stories, feel a sense of comfort beginning to grow. But the moment,…
But even in that darkness, something unexpected was being built inside of me. Not faith in the way people usually describe it.Not belief in a higher power swooping in to rescue me.But a different kind of faith, one that formed quietly, without words. Faith that I could endure.Faith that I could survive another night, another…
And now there is another layer to this conversation. My daughter has found faith. She speaks about it often. She tells me I need to believe. She says God protects us. She says God has a plan. God forgives. But who forgives him, for turning his cheek and not seeing what was happening to me,…
Today, my oldest child asked me a question. A question that brought so much anger from within me, within seconds. Anger I had been pushing down for three years and doing my best to contain. “Why do you not want my grandmother in your life? She raised you.” How do you explain to your child,…
Learning What “Foster Child” Meant As the door opened, a woman who looked familiar was standing on the other side of the door. I remembered her, she came to visit my family several times over the years. But I had no idea who she was. I just knew she was always sad, especially when she…
The Day I Realized My Life Was Different I remember her coming to the door. The caseworker. Everyone was so sad, as if they were saying goodbye to someone. I didn’t know that someone was in fact, me. As she grabbed my hand, and my little brown suitcase, I remember my mother crying, asking if…
When Childhood Starts Getting Complicated I look back now, at myself as a child. Twirling around in circles, laughing, dancing, playing and I recall things now that at the time, meant nothing to me. Such as, caseworkers. What does a five year old truly know about a “caseworker?” To a five year old, this person…
The Little Lessons That Built Me It’s funny what can be learned as a small child. For instance, I learned that at the age of 4 I could sell lemonade and candy and make money! I learned you can take four pieces of wood, and create a lemonade stand in the first place. I learned…
The Family That Saved Me They were the picture-perfect family. Two girls and one boy. A big, beautiful brick four-bedroom, three-bath home, complete with a TV room. Morning breakfast was always served at the dining room table, and downstairs there was a playroom for all the kids. In the backyard, there was a sandbox and…
Wonderland. Everyone wondered where I came up with the name of a place I once created. They instantly thought of Alice, in Wonderland. But in reality, in my head it was pronounced as “Wonder Land” because I always wondered, where I would, well, land, I guess. As a small child, I had the most magical…
She’s toxic, right? That’s the story you’re telling everyone now… but let’s back up for a second. Was she toxic when she gave you her trust, completely and without hesitation? Was she toxic when she believed every word you said, even when her gut told her something wasn’t right? Was she toxic when she kept…
Hey guys! Good morning! It is an absolutely amazing day here in Palm Springs, CA. I am staring out into the mountains, with the beautiful white clouds gently forming above them. The sun is bright and the sky is blue, what else could you ask for in your Journey To Survival? I had an interesting…
It has been such an eventful month! Atlas and I have been working round the clock to bring you so many amazing things! Behind the scenes, I’ve been building this new space for you; a place where stories, survival, and truth can live side by side. At the same time, we are putting the finishing…
Dear me, You made it. You are now 50 years old! Can you believe it? You have lived a life that no one else would even imagine surviving. You have endured chaos that would have broken many. You carried pain you never asked for. And somehow, through all of it, you remained standing. There were…
I Was Not a Victim. I Was in Training. I didn’t grow up believing I was strong.I grew up believing I had to survive. There’s a difference. Strength is something people admire from the outside. Survival is something you build in the dark, quietly, when no one is coming to save you. As a child,…