Where I’m From

Something I wrote using the "Where I'm From," a poem by George Ella Lyon, as a template. Where I'm From I’m from empty grocery bags from Walmart and being disposable. I’m from the beautiful chaos of a blended family. I’m from the mountains, the darkness, the stars that only show up when all light disappears. I’m from the creativity of the Sutphins, the tenacity of the Freemans, and names recorded in police records instead of bibles. I am from mistakes and misunderstandings but never giving up. From, “It’s our little secret” and a God who didn’t see me. I’m from the Appalachians, soup beans, cornbread, and hobo packs. From the one time we tied fish to our feet for shoes and other crazy stories we joked about to keep from crying about the truth. I’m from photos piled in bags left on sidewalks with the trash sorted through in desperation looking for home. I’m from yesterday, a constant longing for everydays, and dreams of tomorrow.

His Name is Stephen

His name is Stephen. He is kind, intelligent, and funny. Curious and brave, He draws her out of her hiding place. His name is Stephen, and it seems he has found keys to doors and places buried so deeply within her, she had forgotten they even existed. His name is Stephen and he makes her smile, and laugh, and her eyes dance. His name is Stephen and he makes yesterday irrelevant, today lovely, and tomorrow hopeful. Her name is Jessica and she has one foot stuck in the mire of society, the failure of ambitions, the tears of dreams lost. But no worries my sweet friend, because her other foot is holding fast in. . . Hope... Truth... Tenacity... and Love... and all that means His name is Stephen, and Her name is Jessica, and together they will conquor the atmosphere. They have time. Active  

Locked Doors

She journeyed so far and so long to a place she was never brave enough to dream about...and just as she went to open the door she discovered it was locked, nailed shut by yesterday's residents.

Finally Broken

 In my life, I have encountered: Abuse Neglect Witnessing domestic violence Molestation Sexual abuse Rape Foster care Dating violence Death of a parent Domestic violence Death of a sibling Homelessness Poverty Loss of a foster child Mental illness of an adoptive child Mental illness of a parent or family member Addiction of a friend of family member Multiple miscarriages And all of those things, and some I am sure I am not remembering, losing my Andreana has broken me. I can't deal. Everything feels broken all the time and I swear to God I'm trying but I'm tired and I just want my Andramada.

What I Would Say

 I’m on a date and will edit and write more on this later, but, I just had one of the more profound realizations of my life.  As most of you know, my dad died by suicide when I was 10. I’ve spent a lifetime grieving and thinking of all the things I wish I could have said.  The past two weeks have been rough at work. Today alone, I spoke with 5 different suicidal clients. Not “I’m having suicidal thoughts” but, “I want to die, here is my plan, why should I stay?” type callers. I was able to get each of them help. I vented to my coworkers I was exhausted and didn’t understand the influx.  You know what I am just now realizing I also did? I said all of the things, every single one I wish I had been able to say. You matter. There are people who love you. Things are bad right now, but this is temporary. Yes, you have hurt a lot of people and caused a lot of damage, but if you leave, restoration can’t happen. You may be away from your child, maybe even until they are an adult, but if you die

Mocking Birds

I think the most powerful women, the strongest women, are the most vulnerable.  My hero in Mama land is the mocking bird.  Everyone talks about Mama Bears or Mama Lions, but have you ever seen a Mama Mocking bird?!?  She will whip the ass of the most aggressive of predators, regardless of how big they are, or how outnumbered she is. She gives zero fucks. She is my hero. People see bears, lions, dragons, whatever, and are afraid because of their size, dangerousness, or one thinks a second thought about a mocking bird until they have encountered one. #mockingbirdproud

Davy Crockett High School Football Players Disgusting Behavior

 My Tri Cities Friends, please read and repost or research and post your own. Just use your voice to magnify those of students who experienced the trauma of having their friend’s death mocked over a football game. What happened at the THS / Crockett game this week was repulsive. It had zero to do with sports and everything to do with disgusting human behavior that should NEVER be tolerated.  My nephew plays on the varsity football team for THS, but what I need you to know, and understand is that this has NOTHING to do with football, or winning and losing. This has to do with humanity or the lack there of.  The behavior of the players, coaches, and Davy Crockett student section at the game against THS was nothing short of disgusting.  * As most know Micah Montgomery, THS football player, tragically lost his life this week. Because of that, it was an emotional game in the first place. The bottom line is that a student’s tragic death should never be used as tactic to distract players or