Stealers WIG!!!!

Living under a warden's regimen, human beings pulled up against steel bars for long periods of time continually fall short in answering questions of interrogations. It will not fail, the dictator shall prevail and the steeler pulled up by the neck under scrutiny panics. Panic causes confusion,fear,fight-or-flight and indescribable terror that the steeler will say and do anything to get away from the dictator. Absolutely and especially, they will crack and tell the truth. Some can be a steeler in life outside of an institute, human being's pulled up against steel bars...

My Friend Music

Lately, lying or living in fear, I have forgotten who I am and what I love to do. Today, it has come back to me alittle. When I took my first aerobic walk in so long I was rejuvinated. As I stretched out my tight muscles it came to me. I was missing my friend music. I jumped up, plugged in the head phones, and it poured into my soul like fuel. Tried to lay down for a rest and found myself on my feet dancing. Music, my friend has never dropped me nor failed to be here for me. It feeds my body, mind and spirit. It lead to an exceptional variety of dance. I was club dancing which is fast and furious. Then, I was soul dancing which is smoothly singable and ballet dancing motivating my mind, all feed my soul from the music. My friend music reminded me that I love to write while I listen. So, here I am alot more myself after writing this blog. Its called propricreative writing I learned years ago. Inspirational, I thrive on it.

Grandmother Philamena Maselli

There was a day I would think of breast cancer and see my Grandmother. Philamena Maselli had breast cancer and when it traveled to here lung she was 54. I was a child who adored her grandmother. She did not want us to see her suffering. My mother and father would fill us in on her health and until her dealth we 4 grandchildren were forbidden to see her suffering. It felt cruel. I wanted to hold Grandma Fannies hand and have not ever stopped.
Today. I see breast cancer through new eyes. I suffer and I now know that my grandmother was so wise. Suffering should be done privately away from children. Breast Cancer is different. I saw the $2 million Victoria Secret bra today and I am still weeping. I am suffering. I have been a warrior, yet, the war haunts me still. I am falling apart again. I do not want my children to see my suffering. And, I understand my Grandmother Philamena Maselli for after the cancer is gone the war is not over.

Today

Today is a day, the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad...

At times...

At this time feeling compelled to succeed while fluently understanding cancer is gone being reconstructed brings forward once again I have been to war. brb going to walk/sprint-bike-swim for a cause...MY FUN:)

The Hurricane

Writer's block has not been an issue with me given the fact I have so many issue's it feels on purpose that words may flow freely in somewhat of an entertaining fashion for the reader. Clearly this is not Emily Post nor do I have any expectation of my challenging life to become easier. If, one were to start from my beginning things came together beautifully while growing up and through high school merging into college went even spectacular until I blossomed into a make-up artist as well as a cosmetologist. Emerging in an industry that requires one to be "ON" all the time lines became blurred and it was difficult to remain "on purpose". Straying from Ohio into Florida then onto California it has become crystal clear that I have been blessed with a talent. Continually attracting wonderful new business in a climate economically challenged for many industries to keep their doors open. I must conclude by telling all parts of my professional life far exceeded those of my piers yet my personal life was a horrible hurricane doing irreparable damage and along came innocent children. My grand talent has become to hurricane through lives and leave until today taking full responsibility for my actions.

Cancer was easy compared to the reality I had to face today. Its been traumatic