In Limboooo!

I grew up in a neighborhood where activity was routine. Tuesdays through Fridays were busy days. Wake up at 6 AM, go to work, pick up the kids, make dinner, family time, TV time, and go to bed. Friday nights were pretty much the same with some variety. My mom referred to it as “go-for-what-you-know…

Not Sorry.

If the words you spoke appeared on your skin, would you still be beautiful?- Author Unknown I am gonna get straight to the point: I am so tired of hearing the phrase I’m sorry that I don’t know what to do. When I started writing this, it was around 11:40AM (PST). By then, I heard…