In About, Lifestyle, Personal on
January 18, 2017




I always assumed that pain was a part of life. I mean, when you go to the dentist they offer the option to numb the pain. Who really says “No thanks!! I wont take the Lidocaine today!” I tend to be hurt by the things I cannot change.

It was such a gloomy boring day for me. My mom was getting married. I remember my look on my face in the prison photo she has of all of us standing there. I was the only one without a smile. That day there wasn’t one to be found. My heart hurts when I think about why I was given this life with all of the struggles in it. And when I told people, they would always say

“Go write a book!”

As if that’s the easiest thing in the world to do. And do I have the patience to sit and do that? The answer was of course hell no at the time, but now I am looking at it differently. My grandmother died in 2005. On December 31. I am numb on Christmas Eve. She took care of my brother and I when my mother lost custody of us. But even with her, she was always on my ass about something. Always riding my ass. I mean, I just could not get a break. My brother was a kiss ass on the other hand and was treated as such. So when I turned old enough to go live with my mom I jumped. I mean, what teenager wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to go live with a parent that didn’t really keep an eye on you? This was back in the AOL Dial-Up Internet days. When chat rooms were so cool. To think that there were probably 42 year old creeps behind the screens. So I packed my things and went to go live with my mom. It felt like freedom. I guess it felt like love too. I don’t think about it now without tears coming. That was really all I wanted from that woman. Was real, honest love.

When she met her husband (to whom she is still married to), we were the first to know his credentials. Which were not impressive by any means. He was in prison for murder. Cold blooded murder. Ahhh, our stomachs were turned the fuck out. We “liked” him because we didn’t really have a choice. She kind of forced it on us. And even when we lived with her when she moved to live closer to the prison he was in, she would try and get us to go on what they like to call “trailers” (visits that prisoners can get with their families and the family stays in the “trailer”. It could be a dorm type of room too). I never went. I was scared.  She would try and ground us if we didn’t go. That shit was not flying with me.

My beauty had a jump around 17 and 18. Always got attention. Tall, long legs, yellow-boned, long hair… I had it going on. And so her husband would make some really disrespectful comments sometimes. I could never understand why. I can’t say that I was naive I just didn’t think it would happen to me. I remember one day she came and talked to me about her husband wanting her to start a “photography” business. I was always into photography. But this wasn’t the click and send to a gallery type of photography. She was talking about taking pictures of us (My sister and I). My sister was 15 at the time. I was 17. I was floored. What? What? Whatttttt???? My answer was no. Even when she tried to hook me up with another prisoner there. My answer was no. My sister has always been gifted. A kind heart for sure. Too kind. And she’s unaware of the ways of the world so her mind has always been a couple steps behind. When my mom asked her she obliged… To anything she asked. I felt the guilt. I knew what it was like to be controlled by this woman. Hell, being the oldest of 6; I knew her better than anyone. But how could she? How could she do that to her daughter?

It came time for another trailer and my mom asked my sister if she was going to go. To which she said yes. I never had good feelings about these bullshit “visits”. It later came out, when we were grown and on our own that something happened to my sister. See, to understand where the story is headed, you have to understand where it began…

My mother has an amazing voice. And the story is that she had a full scholarship to Juliard contingent on her graduating high school. She had dreams of being an Opera singer. Those dreams never became a reality because she got pregnant at 17 with me. The spiral was all downhill from there. Drugs were appealing to most people back then and she was no exception. They began to consume her life. And so she lost custody of me when I was almost 2. She never regained it from there. And I don’t believe she ever really tried. My grandmother told us at a very young age about my mother’s mental illness. With my grandmother having a degree in Psychology, it was something that she was familiar with. Schizophrenia. I remember the word being a very long one. Being a Spelling Bee champ, even I had some difficulty with it when I first tried to say it. Nana was forthcoming with the description of Schizophrenia. I remember “Multiple Personalities” being one of the key points. Her explanation for that fit my mom’s behavior to a T. Her radical ups and downs. And it seemed like she would just “switch.” The switching wasn’t discreet that’s for sure. It was very noticeable. I always felt ashamed of the way my mother would act sometimes. So ashamed… I hated going out in public with her. I hated when she would talk to us in that horrible way. It was all a mess. One thing I can say is that nothing is as it seems with that woman. She will say one thing and mean another. Which is why when she came into my room that night and said “Lonnie, I need to talk to you”, I was apprehensive. The talk surfaced and concerned a trailer that she had just gotten off of and my sister had gone on. “She wants to fuck my husband and I am not having it! That is so disgusting. She acts like a little whore. My husband wanted to try something with her but he said she was too fat for him.”

By now your mind is reeling right? You read right. “So you’re saying your husband was going to have sex with her?”

“No”, she stated with firm irritation. “She was coming onto him and he refused.” From there I just wanted the conversation to end as quickly as possible. I was disgusted. I’m pretty sure I just dismissed her entirely (as usual) and went about my business.

Now, this conversation transpired over 10 years ago. But my mind put something together. I remember all the times my mom would be like “Night, I am going to bed.” and we would sneak out of the house. She was heavily medicated and on sleeping pills which would knock her the fuck out. To the point you could shake her and she wasn’t waking. So in some cases… if you have a script for a medication, you can take that medication on a trailer with you so long as it’s in the original bottle and you have the pamphlet that shows the photograph of the pill. Well… I thought to myself a couple years ago, “If she was knocked out like that when she’s sleeping how does she know her husband didn’t do anything to my sister while my mom was sleeping?” This was especially a possibility after going through what I went through with his creepiness. I always maintained a level of IDGAF when it came to her and her husband. But I didn’t believe what she said about my sister. When I asked my sister she denied it and I would just tell her that if she needed to talk then I was here.

If she needed to talk. Those few words have burned a hole in my soul ever since.

My phone number hasn’t changed in so long. Which is a good thing. Shows stability right? Not always. In this case it showed vulnerability. The phone call that I got was nowhere near the type of call I wanted. The conversation was heavy, sticky, and dark. It was him. Her husband. Let’s fast forward to the part that matters. The rest is filler and will be in another segment.  “Have you ever fantasized about someone and never been able to tell them?”

“No” I said

“Well what would you do if you did? Would you tell them?”

“Huh?” I said. I really had no fucking idea what this moron was talking about.

“Well I am the type to be blunt and tell it like it is. I’m not going to beat around the bush. I have fantasized about you ever since I met you.”

Those words were like little knives in my skin. I was 13 when he met me. T H I R T E E N.  “Don’t ever call me again. Lose my number. I don’t ever want anything to do with you.” That red button to end the call couldn’t be pressed quick enough. My heart sank. I felt violated. Alone. Ashamed.

The conversation with my mom went the way that most conversations go when girls come to their mom and say that their husband has touched, fantasized or violated them. I mean, think about it… How many stories have you heard where the mom was supportive, strong and took her daughters side and divorced the sick fuck? Hardly ever. I will never forget the words that came out of her mouth… “Well, I don’t know what he said because I wasn’t there. He said he didn’t say that and I believe my husband. He wouldn’t do something like that. Why would he be interested in you anyways?!”

Well my sentiments exactly. I felt like I lost 2000 brain cells after talking with her about this. She was so oblivious. The conversation stopped there. Forward to now, I got a phone call from her. She was asking about my kids and wondering how they were doing (pretending to care). I told her they are fine. She said “I wish I could move up there and help you but my husband said he doesn’t want to deal with any drama”

“What are you talking about drama ?”

“Well the stuff with the letter.”

“What letter? Seriously, what the hell are you talking about?”

“You know, when you wrote that letter to him.”

“Well it wasn’t a letter at all, so lets get rid of that idea. And it was when he called me and told me he has fantasized about me since he met me.”

“Well either way, he said he doesn’t want any drama. He would never come right out and say that I couldn’t move up there but I just know he doesn’t want any drama. You know? I wasn’t there to see or hear anything so I don’t know what was said.”

I couldn’t get off that phone and end that conversation soon enough. Typical response. Typical reaction


I said goodbye. I think I meant it this time. I want that word to mean something to me. And as long as I continue to allow to be treated like shit by her and her husband, “goodbye” will always be a temporary end to a conversation. I want it to be permanent.


In About on
January 2, 2017

4 Day Juice Cleanse

This is a juice cleanse that’s very easy to follow. Inexpensive and satisfying. I’ll be doing updates and info on the progress.
In About on
December 2, 2016


“Failure isn’t fatal but failure to change might be. ”

Change can be good. I sat in my chair anxious about the weekend…laundry, DIY’s, Study, Groceries… the list seemed endless. Shit. I forgot that I had to wake my daughter up. Fail. I looked at my phone and it was like she felt my communication with her. “Mommy? I’m sorry I woke up late” she texted me. A cell phone… since 8 years old. What a blessing it’s been to me. Aside from the dumb ass comments people love to make about an 8 year old having a cell phone, it’s been wonderful in quick-set situations.  “Ok. We make mistakes. It happens. It’s ok. Let’s get you to school” Better late than never was the attitude I felt but I didn’t want to let her know that. I want her to change her habit of not setting her alarm so that she succeeds at getting up on her own. But with Orchestra and Theatre and being a 4th grader she’s consumed with everything and then some. I thought of the response I had to her being late. I might have been pissed about this had it happened months ago.. but I wasn’t all that mad today. I was like ehh.. ok. My day continued. But I couldn’t get out of my mind how much I felt like I had matured. My response was that of warmth and concern. I want her to understand that we are human and going to make mistakes like not waking up on time. But we then need to re-evaluate and make the changes necessary so that failure doesn’t become fatal. And from that alone I knew she understood. 


Are you making the changes necessary so that failure doesn’t become fatal?
In About on
November 28, 2016

Center Yourself

“There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that’s your own self.” –Aldous Huxley

In most cases, people are extremely unaware of the impact they can have on someone. I am guilty of this myself. But more often than not, we should think about the realms to which we exist. Where do we go from here? What can we do? Think of these things the next time you bite the hand that feeds you for example.

A common practice is that of being vindictive to another human being. Why? Why are you even wasting your time? Let the universe and karma take its course and see what happens. I am a firm believer that if you step back from a situation that you want to react with vindictiveness, and dont insert yourself, you will see the “karma” come. It may not come in a day, a month or a year. But it will come. We all pay for what we do to another person in one form or another.

In my own personal experience, I thought that by loaning a friend money (that I barely had, and was a single parent at the time) I was helping out a friend. That “sure no problem” would be honored with my money being repaid to me. It was a substantial amount of money too. If it was $50… that’s not really a big deal. But I am talking 6 times that amount. BIG DEAL!!  That was 4 years ago. I haven’t seen one cent. The biggest thing with me being your friend is that if you are a true friend of mine, I will try my hardest to do right by you. Sure, we don’t want to see our friends suffer but if someone helps you out please pay it forward. I guess I considered myself to be “petty” for a little while and then I was like no, I am not being petty. I am being real. I am just feeling what any normal person would feel. Monthly payments? Nope. Pay when taxes come? Nope. This is something that at this point in time, I am learning to let go. I have learned to not let people “borrow” anything from me. Money or otherwise. A friend of mine told me (a year after this ordeal happened) that you can always tell the state of mind and lifestyle someone is living by their actions. In other words. I was being asked for money. And if someone goes around asking people for money all the time, then you should think twice about their life and wonder why. We all have ups and downs but doing the right thing (in life and by people) will bring good karma, and we will continue to be prosperous more than we will continue to suffer. But once you roll the ball of suffering, it is a down hill battle from there and it is very hard to stop that motion.

Improve yourself guys. Look deep inside you and think “What can I fix with ME?”

Until a later time…
In Personal on
November 15, 2016

Be at peace with yourself…

“If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.” -Romans 12:18


I found this quote today. I correct myself, I think the quote found me. It has been so difficult to adjust to the new way of thinking that promotes peace in your life. Peace in your life is so hard to find, and even harder to keep.

People always say “I don’t want drama”… if you have to make that statement, you more than likely enjoy having drama in your life. I do not feel the need to tell someone that I do not want drama. You can see it. My actions speak to it.

I truly believe if in the mind of someone that is unhappy with themselves or their lives; they believe that they are doing all the right things by “hating” on you and what you are doing. Why is what someone else does so much of our business? Why do we care so much? Why not just worry about what you have going on? It’s too easy to do that. I feel honored when someone decides to talk negatively about me. That means I am renting space in your head, and I welcome that. But it is much healthier to worry about yourself.

I am so excited about this journey of peace that I am on. Everything you do doesn’t need a reaction. It just doesn’t. I no longer want to do things that please other people. I want to be pleased with myself. I want myself to feel like MY SELF. There is your quote of the day from me… “I want myself to be MY SELF.” I believe in manifestation. I truly believe that if you want something to happen you must work to make it happen.
In Tech on
July 25, 2016

App Review Monday: FIT Radio 

Welcome to App Review Mondays. Every Monday I will review an app and it will be rated from 1-5 hearts. 1 being the worst and 5 being the best. I will highlight my personal experience with the app as well.  I am not a paid spokesperson for any of these apps and any opinion is of my own. So let’s get started…

FIT Radio… I had heard something about it and downloaded it. Me personally, I like how Pandora introduces you to new music. This is more of a DJ style music selection app. Which I can’t say I’m a fan of. There is a voice that comes over the speakers and introduces you to the song… In a kind of coaching manner. I enjoy music to the fullest but I can’t get over the amount of brain power I have to use in order to pick a station or genre. There’s so much to choose from and it’s not the style of playback I want.

This app is available for download on the App Store for free and there is an option for a Premium upgrade.
My rating: ❤️
In Food on
July 25, 2016

French Vanilla Half & Half?

You read it right. It’s a pretty amazing thing for sure. I walked to the fridge and grabbed the coffee creamer we had just bought a week earlier. Something told me that I wasn’t going to be satisfied with buying this specific kind. I’m typically a Coffee-Mate kind of girl. And the point at which you put it in your coffee you become a believer in the power of it. Not much is needed for your coffee. It’s a far cry from International Delight which I feel you need way more of.
So when I walked into our local Stewart’s you can imagine my surprise to see this wonderful invention. It’s delicious. You control the sweetness of your coffee by the amount of sugar you add. Not by the amount of creamer. It’s perfection. Half & Half is wonderful because all of those ridiculous ingredients are not in it. It’s milk and cream. Can’t get any more simple than that.
In Fitness on
July 1, 2016

“What supplements do you take?”

I get so many questions all the time about what supplements to use when you’re trying to lose weight… This is more of a 3-part question and so the first part is this…. The supplements relative to my diet and weight loss are here. I will have more onhere very soon.
In Fitness on
June 11, 2016

You’re not really that hungry are you?

Jacket: Old Navy Activewear // Tights: H&M // Sneakers: Nike
If you’re anything like I was a few months ago, you might have been in a rut. I had no idea where I was going when it came to fitness, and health. I know I loved to cook & learn new recipes; but portion control was a restraint I was lacking. Apparently so was the ability to ignore early morning cravings. I couldn’t pry my hands off of the refrigerator door at 3am. During the day was fine, but it was late night that was posing the problem. When the topic of weight loss comes up, not eating after 7 is a common statement made by those hoping to lose some pounds. As unfortunate as it is, at 3 am; I am not necessarily coherent. And I feel like I am not able to process a common sense judgment such as leaving the refrigerator alone. In a search for a solution, I stumbled upon a post written by a guy who went through the same thing. And his solution? Write ‘are you really hungry or just bored or thirsty?’ on a piece of paper and tape it on the inside of the refrigerator. I did it and night one went well. The following nights did as well. I found myself waking up and grabbing water or an orange or some other piece of fruit. Which was better than the calorie-filled food I was searching for.
In Fitness on
June 8, 2016




So… I worked out today. And its so ridiculous to think that I love eating Vanilla Ice Cream way more than I like to do a crunch. But then I look in my IG feed and secretly wish my body was back to the way it used to be. Bring on the hard work… I did Hammer & Chisel. I could only make it through half of the Chisel Balance (which is the first one you’re supposed to do according to the plan). I cant wait to see how this journey goes. I have tumbled up to a whopping 230lbs. And even though I don’t look like it, I feel it every day.