Writer. Blogger. Mother. Wife.


December 2014


The struggle. The excitement. The student. The professor. The motivation. The ups. The downs. The achievers. The commencement. The tigers. The place where everybody is somebody.



 Grambling State University



I wish I were the wind
blowing gently through night
I wish I were the voice
finessing each note just right
I wish I were the stars
twinkling in his eyes
I wish I were the tears
rolling down his big brown eyes
If I were the moon
my glow would light the skies
and my love for him I would never disguise
I wish I were the wind
blowing, gently, in his ear
Whispering sweet words of forever
Just to keep him near.




It was the game of the season. Everyone from the local area schools in the was sure to be there. All of the guys, hanging out in the parking lot. All of the girls showing school spirit. No one could imagine the heartache the night held.

She walked out

A shot rang out

A scream

A moment of complete confusion




The game was over before the final touch down, Our angel was taken from us. The opportunity of a full life she had no more.






Daily Posts Challenge: The Effects of Social Media on the Olympics

I decided to put a twist on this challenge and delve into how social media has affected me and my writing.

Social media has affected the way I communicate through writing. From emoticons, acronyms, and overall quick messages my approach to writing is not as thorough as it was years ago. Writing, for me, was an effortless feat. I could write a long letter, a poem, or even a short story that expressed my thoughts vividly in a matter moments. Nowadays with the mode of writing consisting of tweets, status updates, and brief messages, my thought processes and writing habits have become mundane.

I found myself checking my Facebook and Instagram constantly throughout the day. I had to know what people were talking about. If I updated my status, I was drawn to logging on to read the reply’s. Let’s not mention the funny memes that are floating around the internet! I would check photo and video comments just to “steal” the hilarious works of art and share them with my followers.

While on these social sites I began conversing with people from all segments of my life. From elementary to college and beyond. I was taking time out of my day to communicate with people I hardly even knew. Don’t get me wrong, some of these interactions proved to be resourceful, if not, entertaining as hell. But overall most of them proved to be great time wasters. And time is something I don’t have to waste.

I had to revamp my social networking strategy. I wanted to be able to communicate socially while improving my writing skills abilities. I assessed my options and…VOILA! I created my blog.

“It isn’t the quantity of time spent that matters most. It’s the quality of reward gained.” N.Zing


This is a short example of passive voice writing. The reasoning behind this assignment is to recognize the difference in writing in passive and active voice.

The house was painted last summer by Ron. Two weeks it took for the job to be completed. The exterior was washed with warm water and a mild detergent. The pores in the walls were sealed with putty. The exterior was painted after the putty dried. Latex paint was used since it is easy to apply and cleans up with water. Satisfaction is what was felt once the job was done.


A feeling of gratitude overwhelms me as I reflect back over the year of 2014. There has been many incidences that have reminded me of life’s challenges and how short it is. We as a people carry on not knowing when our last breath will be. We take for granted this fragile thing called life. Here are some things I’m appreciative of this year.

  • Breath
  • Health
  • Common Sense
  • Beautiful Children
  • A Wonderful Husband
  • My Home
  • Peace
  • Second Chances
  • Life Lessons
  • My God

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