Taking a Break?

Hi Folks, I have taken a break..well..from writing. I have gone through a whirlwind of changes in my life, lately. I have gotten a new job! I still have my old one , so I am trying to hang on to both. One for benefits and the other for the better pay.

I have to give myself a pat on the back though, because even with all this stress, I have remained positive, only lost a small bit of my hair, only gained a few pounds and only had one breakout of shingles. So, all in all, that is good for me!

I miss writing and I know I will take it back up as time allows.

All of the experience that I have had on WP and the people who I have met, were a true blessing and exactly what I needed, at the time.

Right now, I will have to stay focused on my career and will probably be taking a break from this blog.

Or maybe not..who knows what tomorrow will bring?

Peace and Love to you all!!!

and you all keep writing! I must have something to read on my off days!!

A Tragedy

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Three Letter Words.”

the challenge was to write a post excluding Three Letter Words! This is harder than I thought it would be.


On a Sunday morning in July, my birthday, actually, we were looking forward to some swimming in a neighborhood pool. At about 10:03 AM when I heard my phone ring, I thought, “Ah..someone calling to wish me a Happy Birthday?”

Casually, I answered my phone. Instead of hearing a cheery Birthday Greeting. I heard screaming. I recognized my sister, Kate’s, grief-stricken voice. Something terribly must have happened. After several minutes of screaming. I heard something that I never wanted to hear. Kate told me that Jenny, my niece, finally committed suicide.

Jenny talked about doing this quite often. We never took it serious.

Every event that unfolded from that morning, sounded strange. Nothing matched up to what we were being told.

There seemed to be many versions of what actually happened..

Some shoddy investigation by a local sheriff’s office along with Jenny’s questionable past, made a quick conclusion easier to believe.

Many false truths were accepted as facts.

Kate, Jenny’s mother, accepts what I know is wrong information.

I have dedicated three years of my life, trying to prove a more truthful version.

I almost gave up, because nobody cared, nobody wanted to hear what I knew.

I know some details of what happened. I know that some people have many secrets.

I know some people should be very afraid when Karma comes knocking.

I know that a mother should never have to bury a child.

I know that a mother should never keep secrets about a person’s death.

I know an aunt that isn’t going to give up.