WELCOME!!!

I’m so excited to bring my blog to its new home! I’ve been in this convent working away for the past few months and this online magazine is just one of the many things we’ve been cooking up!  For all you blog readers who have inspired me with all your rockin’ questions and thoughts, this is fo’ you!!

When I was18 years-old and two deadly car accidents (one week apart) stripped me of my mother and best friends, I learned first-hand that life changes in an instant.
I spent the following year keeping my feet moving by rebuilding my world in a new state. Eventually the sadness and grief caught up with my busy feet, leaving me to trip over my broken heart.

I’d had enough with nightmares and late-night tears.  I’d tried to find others who had experienced the same degree of loss.  Hoping I would find the information I desperately needed to deal with my grief,  I hopped in “The Peach” (my orange Chevette) and drove to my first appointment with a psychiatrist.

I walked in the door rockin’ my long red rain coat my mother had bought me just before she died and I poured out my heart in unison with the rain outside.  The PHD sat behind her gray table, wearing a gray suit, blending into her gray-painted walls.  When I finished downloading I looked to her with my childlike face and aged eyes for compassion and love.  She did her job well and kept her face gray.
I then asked her, “Am I crazy?”
“Well, you’re not NORMAL.”

For an 18-year-old girl who longed for a normal life, this was devastating! I then asked her “How long will this take? When will the burn leave me?  When will I be NORMAL? Just give me a guess—three months? Three years? Ten years?  Just tell me what I need to do to get through this?”
She offered me some pills to calm my nerves and help me sleep. Of course, she thought after a few more sessions she would have a clearer direction for us. I told her, no thanks. I didn’t need pills, I needed a hug. I needed to know that death and loss is normal and part of living.

We wrapped our convo up and headed to my car. As I turned the key I heard my angel say, “Ahh…ahhh…Girl, you are gonna heal this and then go into the world and create a platform for other women and girls to stand on—a platform built from love wrapped in the arms of a community!”

Lucky for me I didn’t stop searching.  In the process I have found some AMAZING doctors, therapist, psychiatrists, life coaches and guides that I’m now able to share.

THIS IS MY PLATFORM, THIS IS MY COMMUNITY!