Music Tells My Stories

Good morning, my Lovelies! How ya doin’? Getting enough sleep? Exercise? Are you drinking your water? I can tell you straight up that those answers for me would be no, no, and not nearly enough. I’m tired, y’all. And it’s not just a physical tired – I’m tired within my soul. I had wanted my blog this week to be back to my funny stuff, my sexy stuff, my interesting stuff, but I’m just not feeling it. This week has been hard and I’m simply heartbroken with all that has and continues to happen in the United States. It seems that not a day goes by without there being a mass shooting and it is absolutely devastating. I try my best not to be overly political – you have your beliefs, I have mine. I respect that and hope that if we disagree on matters, we can do so without hate and malice towards each other. I’m always willing to listen to varied opinions and beliefs and to have meaningful conversations about differences, thoughts, and ideas. But it seems that there are many people who w

Good morning, my Lovelies! Happy Friday and hallelujah! The weekend is here! How’s everyone? I hope that your week has been kind to you and that you are going into the weekend with a positive and happy outlook. If not, I hope your favorite vice helps you cope and you come out the other side with renewed energy for the week ahead. I’ve spent some time this week reflecting on different areas of my life, things that have happened to me through the years, things I’ve allowed to happen to me through the years. There’s been good, there’s been bad (I mean…everyone has those times, right?) Maybe it’s the fact that we are preparing for my oldest to graduate high school, but the reminiscing and evaluating have reached peak levels. I’ve thought about things as simple as playing basketball in my backyard, chasing our dogs through the neighborhood, and riding bikes for hours on end. I’ve thought about the nights at the skating rink, the nights I spent driving a continual loop, hour after hour,

Good morning, my Lovelies! It's Friday and I'm so damn glad that I might have to do a happy dance. Is it me or has it seemed that this week would go on forever? Yeah, yeah. It's probably just me. I hope that somehow, someway, you found a reason to smile this week. You know what else? I hope that the reason you smiled was because of something so outrageously naughty that you had to keep the reason you were smiling to yourself - just your little secret. On the other hand, if that actually did happen, please feel free to share it with me. I'm in desperate need of inspiration. I feel like I've hit a brick wall with my imagination. I desperately want and need to be writing, and I just can't seem to get my brain going down the dirty path that it normally follows. I recently did a poll on my Instagram story and there were quite a few really good ideas that were suggested for naughty book ideas. I thought that seeing those suggestions might spark something, but for some

Good morning, my Lovelies! ‘Tis a cold, rainy day here in Delaware, but I hope the sun is shining and brightening your little part of the world, wherever that may be. Have you had a reason to smile this week? If not, I hope you find one today. So, I went last Sunday and had my newest tattoo worked on some more. I’m now at a total of four sessions on this particular one, and there’s room for me to add more to it. I absolutely love it! But as I’ve been tending to it this week it got me thinking about scars and my body. My body will never be “perfect”. Not in my eyes nor anyone else’s and I’ve spent the majority of my life trying to come to terms with that. It is unbelievably hard to keep in mind that I’m enough, physically, mentally, and emotionally, but though it is hard, I keep trying. My body has had trauma – insignificant events and major events. When I was five or six years old, I was playing at the baseball field while my brother and his team were having a game. Of course,