Greetings to the 2018 birth of December, You don't know me yet, but I've been waiting 11 months to meet you, so allow me to introduce myself; my name is Brooklyn. And I am a writer. My subject? You. Everyday that I am alive, I live and breathe to write your story. At least, one… Continue reading Day 339 of 365
One day I want to drown in Pinterest recipes and YouTube tutorials. Read my kids the story of the little engine that could. Tell my husband I love him before bed and that I love him more the next morning. Visit my mother on Sunday’s but not without a trip to Baskin Robbins first. Chocolate… Continue reading a messy poem.
Monday.I went to Disneyland with my family and you started school. I can only imagine what you must be feeling right now. Excitement, fear, anxiety, doubt. But I'll have you know there's not an ounce of doubt in my body. You are going to do great things and I support you. A thousand times over.Have… Continue reading Seven-day recall.
I'm recording him as he helps her take her first steps. And I'm making dinner while he's teaching him how to play ball. And he sits by the piano every evening to hear me play the music I've spent all day writing for him. And I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world because… Continue reading The Kind of Life I Want to Live.
And all of a sudden, September A.K.A the Wicked Witch of the East was killed by none other than the beautiful month of October. FINALLY!! Mark my words, I will be celebrating the ending of September for the rest of the year. Why you ask? BECAUSE IT WAS ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE. I've had ups and downs… Continue reading Day 278 of 365
This month I feel different. I feel older; my mindset's changing. I don't think the same anymore, talk the same, walk the same, live and breathe the same. I'm beginning to feel the absence of my childhood because I don't want to play anymore. I want to work, I want to contribute, and I want… Continue reading Day 255 of 365
I feel the hot breeze of summer's air. I smell the fresh baked cookies we'll one day share. I hear the leaves on trees with our names on its bark. But I see the ending to something that never had a fair chance to start.