Chapter One A field full of garden phlox and Russian sage spread in front of her. A quiet breeze picked up and brought the sweet smell of the blossoms to her. She took a deep breath, then opened her eyes (“Where am I? How did I get here?”). She slowly looked around attempting to make sense of where she was. The massive field rolled in every direction, seamlessly untouched, but still. A flak of skylarks flew overhead carried by the breeze; she slowly stepped forward. She

August 3rd, 2025, I received a call from my manager telling me not to go into work on that Monday. Well of course I was taken aback and wondering why and what the reason was. I was all set to go into work for that week until I got that call. I worked for an agency that provided support to people with developmental and physical disabilities. Worked for the agency from 2017 throughout the Covid-19 pandemic until 2025. Monday, I found out why I was told not to go into work

Ever feel stuck with where your life is at or going? Ever feel like all you do is go to work and go home. Not really go anywhere because you can’t afford to. That’s the way it felt after I was let go from my last job. Free from the toxicity of the workplace but stuck with little to no money coming in. Being a single parent was even worst. You feel like you failed your children. Yea the emptiness of all that and trying to rebuild. After I was let go from the agency I went in p

I am going to let you in on a secret. A secret that no one knows or maybe they do but struggle in silence. Being a single mom can be hard. Now don’t get me wrong it has some rewards but for the most part its very lonely at times. I often wonder how some women do it without breaking. I started this Substack writing to see if I can write post, stories and ideas that others can relate to and maybe generate a passive fallowing. Writing has always been passion of mine. I tried Fro

Ok, here goes. Has anyone else notice strange, unusual, and interest events occurring over the last week or so? If you have, feel free do share. Last week I went for my nightly works around the village where I live and I noticed some very distanced shapes in the clouds. Here is what I have been seeing in the clouds. A womb, an 8, three 3s, heart with a crown, a zombie-like face with an Egyptian head dress, a cartel, a M, a G three times, a crow, a raven, what looked like

It all started way back in 1997 with my first diary I was 12 years old. I was given my first diary for my birthday; I opened it up and just started writing. Started writing about everyday things at first, thoughts, feelings and the goings on of my life. Everything started flowing like a rapid river, creativity started to come through my head, hands and the pen I held. I moved on to a silver little diary a teenaged version if you will. On and off for four to five years I