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My Father's 100th Birthday

My Father was born on September 12, 1917. He fought in World War 2 in the Navy. He did many things after that. I learned from my mother that he was a paramedic for awhile and he eventually started his own business. His company did engraving. Mainly engraving tombstones. He retired and bought a house in Florida. His first wife died and he spent awhile single. He met my mother while she was in Florida. She decided to keep in touch with him when she came back up to Maryland. As she tells me, one day they were talking on  the phone and he said, "Come back down to Florida and marry me". And she did. Not immediately, but she did. He was 36 years older than her. He was 69 when I was born. My mom suffered at least 4 miscarriages I believe and the death of my sister who was born in 1982 just one day after she was born. After her death and all the miscarriages, they had me. Then two years later, my brother. My father had heart problems due to his age. He died on Jan 4, 1991. I was 4. …

Never Again

What do you do when your mind won't sleep?
When the thoughts race in your mind like butterflies in fields
When all you think about are your faults
The time you wish you could get back
The hurt in your heart stinging with unimaginable pain
The love that was lost
The love that got away
The false love that prevented both
My mind races from one extreme to another
Paralyzed with fear and overcome with grief
Over thinking what you always took for granted
I drained my heart of love for you
The love that you were supposed to cherish
Instead you ripped it apart and disregarded it
Now I'm left to pick up the pieces
Pieces of my heart that I wonder will ever mend
Pieces of my mind that now doubts love
You moved on because truth be told you already found another
It made it that much worse
The doubt, fear and anger relived over and over
But I will be fine
I always pick my pieces up
I'm good at puzzles
They always fit back together
I am stronger than the false love you have
I am wo…

Great Granddaughter of a Confederate Soldier

With all that is going on in the news about protests and the removal of Confederate monuments, I thought I would put my two cents in. Everyone else seems to be so I might as well. My father's side of the family is from Alabama. They were heavily involved in the Civil War fighting on the Confederate side. I know of at least one who was killed in the war. My great grandfather, P.J. Corley was from Joppa, Alabama. He fought in the war as well. He was also a founding member of the Gilliam Springs Baptist Church. He was a preacher who traveled to teach the word of God. He was buried in the cemetery at Corinth Baptist Church in Joppa. I don't know what his personal beliefs were during the Civil War. But I do know that we all have a choice. We can either choose love or hate. My daughter is an example of what I chose. She is biracial. Black and white. She will grow up knowing her African American ancestry and also her Irish and Scottish ancestry. I will also teach her about American h…

Finding Healing and Refuge in the Catholic Church

*I want to say first of all that this post is not meant to take away or diminish those who have suffered abuse by members of the Catholic Church or any other church. *In recent weeks here in Baltimore and around the country, the Netflix series The Keepers has been making the news in regards to the sex abuse scandal within the Catholic Church. It's a well known fact that a lot of people were abused by clergy within the church for years and that the clergy and staff in higher positions covered it up. It is shameful and should be dealt with. However, some of the media attention does not come from people who truly care about those affected. It comes from those who have so much hatred towards the Church that they do not care about reporting facts accurately. A lot of clergy have been falsely accused. And that also needs to stop immediately. Abuse doesn't only happen in the Catholic  Church. It happens everywhere. In every faith, in every culture. It is not confined to any one place…

The Hypocrisy of Journalism

Ever since President Trump took office it seems like every day the media lays it into him for something. Sometimes it's warranted. Others, not at all. The media in America has mostly always catered to the left wing of politics. From their unabashed support of the Clintons to their silence during the Obama administration. From their love of the Castro's in Cuba to their blatant silence of atrocities committed all over the world by communism. Its not hard at all to turn on the news and notice it. During the Obama administration, the media and journalists turned a blind eye to mostly everything Obama did. From his poor performance to the healthcare debacle. They never questioned him the way they question Trump. They never picked apart every single word Obama said and spent days on the news covering it. Obama had it easy when he shouldn't of had.There have been a number of horrific things in the news lately. Most of which have been numerous terror attacks. Two in England and o…

3 Years

I havent posted in my blog since November of last year. Everytime I try to write, life gets in the way or I am just too tired to stay up and write. Next month on June 11th, my daughter will be 3. It's been a long and hard 3 years. Every time things look up, something happens. And right now things are scary. Even when I get good news, I'm cautious. The phrase "being a single mother is hard" is an absolute understatement. It's hard, exhausting, challenging, scary, lonely. But it is also rewarding, loving, awesome and fulfilling.  I made a promise to myself that this year would be our year. And even though we've had some major setbacks, I still believe it is. Things could be alot worse. I pray everyday. And one of the things that have taken a hit the most is my faith. But day by day it gets stronger and looking at my daughter I know I can't give up. I can't give up on myself and I definitely can't give up on God. Especially when He hasn't given u…