Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything.
I’m a writer, blogger, and divorced mother of an amazing eight-year-old son. My ex-husband was in prison for half of our marriage and is now back in prison. I used to have a stepdaughter that I still think about every day. I love to cross-stitch, read, and drink coffee or wine. I like video games and animals. I am obsessed with Subaru and Supernatural (Dean girl here). I also deal with anxiety and depression, and I am into Tarot Reading and a dash of Witchcraft (the good kind).
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Grandpa and Me
My favorite memory I have of my grandfather isn’t really a memory, but a recording. It’s from my second birthday and he makes a lot of jokes the way we always knew him to do. It’s the perfect capture of who he was to me growing up.
My grandpa is the one who gave me the nickname Angeleeka. We had a mutual adoration for each other that gave us a special bond. So when he died and I was only ten, I wondered, “How could he leave me?”
I have dealt with several abandonment issues in my past partly because of my grandfather’s death. It took me a long time to realize that his leaving was not my fault…that it did not make me unlovable.