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Joyful curls(little mama)

My baby girl

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My little Michele Grace has beautiful hair; it’s between curly and wavy. It’s honestly perfect and I can rightly say the most beautiful hair I have ever seen (not to mention that this is my daughter). So yes I do have the mama bias going on here.

Despite how beautiful my baby’s hair is, the fact is it tangles up easily calling for Mama’s magic touch. In the glory of being so naive in hair department in general, I have had to learn a thing or two on how to solve this battle zone moment (hair fixing) is indeed a battle field with my munchkin but a memory building session for both of us.

So, my first approach has become to deploy the mighty hair needs; not wants but Needs!

  • Detangler
  • Shampoo and conditioner (Giovanni 50/50 balanced to be specific). Nothing else will do in our opinion; we have…

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Memory Lane

Well I picked up a new to me 2001 KLR650 on Saturday and I am in the middle of going through it. I will do a whole post about it soon with pictures but I wanted to put up some... Continue Reading →

Giddy little school girl…….

So I must say that I am a "giddy little school girl" right now. I have been "In Between Bikes" for almost 4 years now and it has been ruff. With the departure of the car I hate, now the... Continue Reading →

Be your own barber. 😁😁

When I say be your own barber I more mean it in the cheapskate Tupperware bowl cut on the 5 gallon bucket in the garage kinda barber. As a 34 year old man I have to say I have cut... Continue Reading →

The pine box!

Rhythm In Life

shaft-2086978_1920Mama was laid in one;

I remember like it was yesterday

A lifeless “pose”of her shell

Auntie, grandpa and grandma did too

“They” left in that pine box;

The box that claimed to be the “hero”

carrying the “shells” once pampered

Shells of my heroes

Shells of my memories

Shells that loved me

Shells that nurtured me

Shells of the strong and brave

I know that I hate it!

That pine box…

But, I know I have mine somewhere

To carry my shell

Not my soul



By Susan McMillan

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Cup-O-Joe, Romans 3:21-31

The Righteousness of God Through Faith 21 But now the righteousness of God has been manifested apart from the law, although the Law and the Prophets bear witness to it— 22 the righteousness of God through faith in Jesus Christ for all who... Continue Reading →

A Lump in my throat

Today I have a lump in my throat. I’m not sure why it seems worse than the anniversary’s before or perhaps I don’t remember. But right now as I think about this, I am having a hard time catching my... Continue Reading →

Happy birthday my little guy!

“Audacity of Her” – Poetry Release

Rhythm In Life

For the last couple of months y’all have been reading my posts on abuse. I have hoped that pouring out my heart would help encourage others towards healing as well as create awareness for those that can protect helpless children who continue to be vulnerable at the hands of molesters.

There has been pain beneath this smile

There has been a child beneath this woman

There are scars beneath this glitter

There’s a human

There’s a wife

There’s a mother

There’s a friend

Beneath this face

There’s forgiveness

There’s Faith

There’s hope

Beyond myself

Audacity of her is a very simple collection of abuse related poetry some of which have been published on the blog but most have not. It’s nothing fancy and it’s self-published with help from my husband. I have it listed as an EBOOK on blurb in the link below.

Audacity Of Her

I really want to…

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