I found a baby gorilla on my walk home that night. I did not have the heart to leave him there, so I took him with me. I didn’t have children, but I was a teacher (a college teacher to be exact). …

It’s not an easy task to love someone with depression, it’s not a defining aspect either. The waves of drainage come and go as they please, it crashes during the darkest of nights while everyone sleeps. It’s not easy to carry the burden of pain, it’s heavier than a shackle…

Good Greetings my dear, I am Valentine’s Eve; Remember I come in a packet of threes. This glass is half full from your yesterdays; Of things we all keep and of things we all need. Do not be afraid, we’ve already met; I know it’s been years, but I never left. I’ve come once again to help on this quest; The one you have craved in the bed of a guest. Good greetings my dear, I am Valentine’s Eve; I remember the lullaby you sang in your sleep. I want you to know and summon me in; As you’re not afraid to search deep within.

Apparently, an accurate or close to accurate definition of the man in charge is: he is intolerant towards people and situations he cannot control. When really thinking about it, it makes total sense and not in a good way. The sad part is this not only applies to men, so…

Good greetings my dear, I am Valentine’s Eve; I want you to think, consider, believe. This glass is half full of promises, dreams; Of hows and what ifs; Of the tenderness touch between satin and silk. Do not be afraid, take a sip of this birth; Taste the bitterness tart and the sweet lullaby; Taste the lineage you crave in the stranger you seek; May your head remain high with the twists you will meet.

There are two sides to everything, don’t be fooled by hearing one story and taking it as a fact. Most times than not it leaves us with a foul taste, it leaves us lacking a percentage of integrity. We should know better. Yes, there are two sides to every story…

Tell me child what you dream of…. I long for your thoughts, because your eyes give away an enchanted place I no longer own. I wish to hold you forever and be there whenever. I wish to give you the ingredients for a joyful successful life. …

I see the child marking off the days in her calendar and it makes me shrink. The reason for marking away each day shows a certain time frame, a goal, an expectation of something. …

“Why aren’t you happy?” hmmmm I don’t know. I don’t even think it has anything to do with happiness, or with being sad. Somehow this world has it all figured out; we’ve studied the science behind body language, eye movements, how people dress, and write. But what does that even…