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Dead Girls Can’t Tell Secrets: I Inhaled This Book And It Did Not Disappoint!
I can’t believe I read this book in 3 days O_O This was my “giving YA another try” book. The one I was hoping would have deeper characters and a more mature plot. Not adult, just a bit more mature. And. It. DID! :-] Dead Girls Can’t Tell Secrets by Chelsea Ichaso was a bit…
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A Slow Fire Burning By Paula Hawkins: A Nice Change of Pace from YA to Grown Up Books
I’m not sure why I own so many YA books. Maybe because they’re easier to find at the thrift store. The grown-up section is just a wall of Harlan Coben and James Patterson books, but the YA section is full of eclectic choices. I enjoy YA, but I needed a change of pace from the…
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My Summer Arc From Chaos to Clarity
I haven’t blogged in almost 2 months. That’s because the beginning of the summer started rough. I won’t go into detail, mostly because I feel like this is partly not my story to tell. But after my stepfather passed away (expectedly), my mother in law passed away a few weeks later (unexpectedly). It was a…
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How I Found the Meaning of Life Watching Police Cam Footage
Lately I’ve been watching real-crime on YouTube. Various channels take police cam footage, put it together, and tell a story. In this footage, I often see people do something slightly wrong. A little speeding, a little misunderstanding at the airport ticket desk, a little argument. It starts with a ticket, a small fine, or asked…
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The Simple Joy of Breathing…
It sounds overly simplistic, because aren’t we breathing all the time? But no, we aren’t just breathing. We’re breathing and scrolling the phone. Or breathing and studying. Breathing and cleaning the house. Every now and then, I like to just sit and breathe… Nothing else. It’s a simple, free pleasure. It calms my mind and…
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The Mystery of My Father’s Murder
My biological father was murdered, and the killer was never found. TRIGGER WARNING: true crime details. For many years, my biological father was a mystery to me. My mother wasn’t married to him, and soon after I was born, my father dumped her. A few short months later, my mother had a new boyfriend. My…
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Why I’m No Longer Letting Extroverts Adopt Me As A Friend
You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with. – Attributed to motivational speaker/author Jim Rohn And this is why I’ve stopped letting extroverts “adopt” me as a friend (as the old joke about introverts goes). How did it happen that someone as shy as me would always end up with a BFF…
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Mother’s Day is Just Around the Corner!
Mother’s Day used to be a day that I would ignore. My own mother was never very close to me. She drank a lot with her boyfriend, always riding the waves of being extremely intoxicated then hungover. Up and down she went, as far back as I can remember. But these days, Mother’s Day has…
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NOT Sharing My Story of Being Love Bombed and Dehumanized by a Family Member
Will I regret not sharing my story? Or… Would I have regretted it more if I shared it? The wounds are still fresh, and as they say: “Write from your scars, not your wounds.” According to Google Gemini: It means waiting to share a painful experience until you have processed it, gained perspective, and healed…
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The Power of Choosing to See Life in a New Way
I’m talking about perspective, not the law of attraction… although I can see how they overlap in certain places. I don’t have many good stories about my stepfather, but since he recently passed away and I’m still grieving, I thought I would share one story involving him. This story shaped my life. I was very…
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