From Sand to Gemstones

Refining Life's Ragged Edges


Vent Sesh

Colored Scarlet

Everyone has a past. Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone wonders why they chose to act one way versus the other. It's no secret that we are all humans, but it is what you make of those mistakes that make you who you are.


Sometimes you get the luxury in life to have everything fall at your feet. Not many people get to experience that, heck, I never have. But, it happens. For the ones like myself that don't have that luxury, we are always wondering when will we ever catch that break. So you know, those who just sit there waiting will continue to wait.


I'm sitting here today and there are so many things buzzing in my head. Today all I can think of is the word relapse. Mainly because I'm still battling this wretched cold. I thought I was getting better then this past Friday I went home throwing up and feverish. Talk about a relapse. This is probably one of the worst types of relapses, the dreaded your body feels so icky and you just want to get better but you can't feeling. #screwyoupneumonia

Witch Trial

Put me through my witch trial but in the end, as always, I will rise.

Black and White

Dear company, I’m not perfect. I am just a mere human. I make mistakes. I can assure you I don’t – as some believe - belong on a pedestal that employees in your company have put me on. I don’t deserve to be up there. But, why do they have me standing atop the world?

No More Bullies

A friend told me a story today that hit a nerve. This is more a vent then some proverbial enlightenment. So bear with me. Here is the background of my vent. A sales person is working on her sales goals... Continue Reading →

Right or Wrong

I remember growing up where it was safe. Bad things still happened but we could actually walk to school without the general fear of something happening. The kids could be home alone while our parents worked and it wasn't cause... Continue Reading →


I have lived my life in fear. Fear of loving too deeply. Fear of being happy. Fear of being who I am. I have feared being a friend, a daughter, a wife, a mother. I have feared being an employee... Continue Reading →

Auto Pilot

Nothing seems to work. It's like I'm stuck in some time warp trying to be the girl I used to be and the woman I want to be. How has it become so black and white? Who I was then... Continue Reading →

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