Actually, this is me...
Me,Matt & Bub
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me, my hubby, and my Bubby






Now a little about myself


First, and most importantly, I am a member of a very blessed family.
Matt and I have been married for near 13 years. We have a daughter and a son. We are total opposites and love to argue but we each strive to understand the other.

School was never a strong point in my life. I did graduate and study at Lansing Community College for a spell, and was eventually invited to become a member of Phi Theta Kappa.

I love to sing and write lyrics and I have an ego that cries for attention so I spend a fair amount of time at TONOS in hopes that I will one day be discovered.
I LOVE anything and everything that calls for creativity.
Check out my poetry page. Or go Here.




Billy's Prayer's
Set in rural America during the turbulent 60's, Billy's Prayers follows a dysfunctional family's descent into the dark depths of abuse and demonstrates how love and faith can act as a defense that can pull even the lowliest from despair and guide them to endure triumphantly.







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WHY?

A little boy stands protectively in front of his mother
Clouded, tear filled eyes look on
The dark face before him is contorted with rage
"Oh you're real brave . . . you want act like a man."
The blow connects
It's a powerful hand
Then there's darkness

From the darkness his soul does fly
To a colorful place filled with butterflies
He lies next to a blue, crystal clear stream
His stinging flesh cooled by the flutter of wings

In the morning when he attempts to rise
His movements are slow as he climbs from his bed
He looks down at his pillow to see dried blood from his head
His body is bruised
But he is alive
Shimmering eyes look up toward the sky
They silently cry
"Why?"

Little feet patter their way to daddy's door
The child waits in the hall
He falls asleep on the floor
He wakes to words that he's heard so many times before
"I'm sorry slugger I won't do that no more"

The smile soothes
The laughing hides
The little boy's soul dying inside


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