Where do I come from?
I come from a small town, a broken home, a lot of tlc to bind wounds of abuse.
I am now a grown woman, raising children of my own in the best way I know how.
What do I do?
I play with my kids, I chauffeur them, I cook, clean, laugh, cry.
I go to school because when I grow up I want to be done with college.
I hope to be a lawyer someday, but first I'll be a mommee.
Why do I blog?
It started when I took a class. I had to journal everyday.
I loved the feedback, I became a new me by listening to others input. I love writing.
actually I don't know.
but, Here goes!
'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?