The Path


We’re all just trying to live our lives, the best we can.

Some paths are harder some darker some nigh impossible.

All we can do is to try and lighten another’s load if we can

and to stay the course.

Because no matter the direction

we all end up in the same place in the end.





Somehow, Some day, Some way

let go and breathe

release the world and all it’s cares

free yourself and breathe

all the stress and burden

will work itself out

no matter the actions and reactions

slow inhale

so instead of tension, relax



Just Breathe

Lazy Dazy Cake

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Lazy Dazy Cake

Recipe courtesy of Courtney Luper

2 eggs
1 cup flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 cup boiling milk
1 cup sugar
1/4 tsp salt
1 tsp vanilla
1/3 stick butter

Beat eggs for 3 minutes on high, add sugar and vanilla then beat until fluffy.
Sift together the baking powder, salt and flour. Then add to sugar mixture and mixing well.
Add the boiling milk with melted butter to the batter, Pouring a little at a time while beating.
Bake in a greased 8 x 8 dish at 350 about 25 minutes.

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Boiled Topping
5 T butter melted
8 T cream
8 T brown sugar
1 cup coconut
Mix all ingredients in saucepan on medium heat until smooth, then pour over cake right out of the oven.
Put back in oven and broil for 3-5 minutes.

Worth Fighting For


Everyone’s fighting for something

Seen or unseen

Logical or not

Don’t tell me it’s not worth it

Don’t tell me to just give in

Give in give up toe the line

Do what you’re told

It’s too damn easy

To take that path of least resistance

Next thing you know

You’re in a prison of your own making

The climb back out to freedom

Is more than you think you can do

Don’t give up

For that independence is worth all the struggle

Worth fighting for.

On Being Grandma :)

Gma Vinny and Eli

When I was a kid, one of my favorite things was going to see Grandma. Actually both of my Grandma’s houses were wonderful places to be. They were both phenomenal cooks, had fun houses to play at, and always made us feel loved and welcomed. One of the things that I thought as I became Grandma was that I wanted to be THAT Grandma to my lil munchkins! ronie and Lina I have five grandchildren with the sixth on his way in May: five little boys and my sweet lil Lina. They bring me so much joy. Vinny and Tyrone are getting old enough to have real conversations. Vinny and I have baked together…he is a great kitchen helper. Tyrone has this biggest imagination and LOVES to share it with everyone who will listen. Avery loves numbers and letters. He climbs up into my lap to look at the computer. Alina is my little love. She loves to be cuddled and held. It’s been so much fun to watch them all grow into little individuals! Avery When Vinny comes running around the house calling my name… when Tyrone gets excited that he is coming home with Grandma after school… when Avery sneaks into my chair and gives me that sweet smile when I see him there… when Lina comes up to get her snuggles and kisses… when lil Eli sleeps snuggled up next to me I feel so very privileged to be a part of their lives and I know they love being with me as well. We are building memories that will stay with them forever:)

On Starting Over… Again!

Life is kinda funny. We grow up dreaming about living happily ever after – finding Mr. Right and getting married and everything being sunshine and roses for the rest of our lives. It doesn’t seem to work like that. In our childhood daydreams, there isn’t work to relationships; there aren’t a bazillion other pressures on our lives. And we never really know ourselves, much less anyone else, until we have been tempered by those pressures.

I’ve been married and divorced twice. No fault or blame, just an inability to weather the storm that is life together. I have moved, for the most part, past the blame and forgiven my exes and myself. What I am finding is a strength I didn’t know I possessed and an appreciation for my own company and talents.

I was 19 when I met my first husband with no real knowledge of life. I had lived at home other than three semesters of college. My parents paid for everything and I had NO clue whatsoever on what was needed to run a household. My husband was also young and also inexperienced. We worked, raised children, and lived our lives; happier in the beginning. Twenty-two years and three children later, it was over.

I still was fairly clueless on how to take care of myself. I spent the year and a half I was single angry at my ex and looking for Mr. Right. I never really looked at what I could do to make myself happy and never really learned to take care of myself. I figured I would find him and he would take care of me.

My second husband was good for me in a lot of ways. He really is into the idea of independence and I learned a lot of skills which I am using now. I learned a lot about myself in the six years we were together. Unfortunately for our marriage, I learned independence too well.

When he left, I worked really hard to hold onto the house that we had bought. It was the family home I had always dreamed of, decorated in a way I loved and held a lot of wonderful family memories. However, it was not right for me as a single and mostly alone person. It was too big, too expensive and really needed a lot of work. Finally, after a lot of thought, I decided to move on.

I have spent a lot of time over the last couple of years learning to enjoy myself and developing interests that are all about me. Moving away from the house has brought a renewed sense of freedom and a resolve to live my life for me instead of for everyone else. My new little house is more suited to what I need. I am learning to love and trust myself finally. At almost 50, maybe I have it somewhat figured out! LOL!

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