A womens way.. |
As mothers we don't always think...we just do. When it comes to raising our children or dealing with the drama of everyday.It takes a village right? Well what do you do when there is no village? We...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Dec 2008 21:43:00 GMT |
New Beginnings |
At night I close my eyes with a smile on my face, because I know tomorrow will be a chance to start all over again, and make it even better.I used to dread another minute of the day when things where ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 11:34:00 GMT |
Life... |
Only give what you want back. You want love, give it.You want honesty, be truthful.You want respect, be genuine.You want to be happy. Try...
Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 17:38:00 GMT |
Do you really want the truth, because the truth can hurt... |
Why do we always search and beg for truths we know we aren't ready to handle? It's human nature, to have the desire of truth, because in our heart of hearts we want to believe what we think might be,...
Posted by on Thu, 29 May 2008 08:22:00 GMT |
Peace... |
The best gift one can receive is the gift of truth. You cannot put a price on peace of mind, that is priceless. People forget how important that is when they're so focused on the monetary or materia...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 07:35:00 GMT |
For me... |
Just when you think there is no light, close your eyes and follow your glow...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 14:00:00 GMT |
The Little Seed... |
What happens when there are no branches, and the tree is hollow?
How do you fortify a family when they've destroyed the tree? I felt a tree today. I stopped and put my hand out and ...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 19:59:00 GMT |
He Loves You, He Loves You Not... |
As children how many times have we picked a flower and petal by petal asked ourselves if his love was true? He loves me...he loves me not...he loves me...he loves me not...Children pick up adult acti...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 11:25:00 GMT |
My Lock of Hair... |
I remember brushing my mothers hair when she was sick. She would lay on my lap and I would brush her beautiful long hair until she would sleep. I would brush it as softly as I could, but without fai...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 13:31:00 GMT |
When love hurts... |
it's not love.
Posted by on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 16:03:00 GMT |
