Behind the Post: Good Cry, Strong Drink, Hot Bath

Behind the Post is where I tell you the story behind a post I put on social media. I agree to be totally transparent.

A good cry, a strong drink, and a hot bath but not necessarily in that order. #noworriesiwilllive #imisshermadly
Posted on FB April 8, 2014

Memphis Stars MagazineI was elated when I say the beautiful profile of me and my books in Memphis Stars Magazine. I picked up three copies. I put a post on Facebook of me reading one. I was so proud. Unfortunately, it was short-lived.  When I pulled into the garage of my home and the stark reality hit me AGAIN that my mother wasn’t there and she wouldn’t ever be again I lost it. I sat in my car and cried like I was two for at least 15 minutes. She was usually one of the people I shared my successes with. It was a bittersweet moment, indeed. Being single with no kids has many benefits, but it also has its drawback. My mother helped fill the void that not having a family to greet you when you get home can have. I can no longer run next door to her house and show her my articles. No one is there. Since she’s been gone, our homes have been pretty quiet …sometimes a little too quiet. I’m not looking for sympathy here, I’m just stating the realities of the life I live. I’m a big girl. Life isn’t always going to be roses, and I realize that. I just try to remember that it’s the manure that provides the roses with nutrients and allows them to grow up beautiful and strong. I have no right to wallow in self-pity. I’m not the first person to lose someone they love, nor will I be the last. Besides, I’ve always thought that large amounts of self-pity was pathetic, and I am anything but pathetic. But it’s always okay to take a moment and regroup. A good cry, a strong drink, and a hot bath was just what a needed to help me compose myself and refocus. I felt better afterward, and that’s what matters.

Thanks to Memphis Stars for the article, it is really good and truly represents my writing. My mother would have enjoyed it. If you live in Memphis, you can pick up a copy at any Kroger grocery store.

Keep living, laughing, and loving……

I promise my next blog will be more upbeat.

Hello Pain

Mommy and me2Hello Pain:

I know you’re here. Since the passing of my mother, you’ve been with me every day. Some days you don’t hurt so much and other days you cripple me to the point of temporary paralysis and tears. I just want to let you know that you won’t stop me. Actually, you are motivating me. Because I know my mother wouldn’t want me to let you ruin what I’ve worked so hard to build because of the sadness that her absence creates, I am pushing forward. I am letting you propel me to write from a place I’ve never written before. Every tear I cry is a testimony that shouts I am still alive and open to the blessings God has stored up for me. My experiences deserve to be documented. Maybe I’ll get a bestseller out of it. But believe me when I say you won’t get the best of me! I have amazing friends and family who are surrounding me with love and praying for me. Along with my Heavenly Father, they give me strength. So pain, you don’t have to vacate the premises but you do have to get the hell out of the way. I’ve got better things to do than lie in the bed all day and cry.


My Mother’s Daughter

P.S. As long as you’re hanging around you could at least make yourself useful and fix me a sammich or something!