Mother's carry the sacred role of helping their sons mend broken hearts, not just in love, but in life. Through honesty, resilience, faith, and radical acceptance, we teach our sons how to rise again.

Life will give you plenty of reasons to close your heart betrayal, disappointment, fear. But when we choose forgiveness, hope, and love, we begin to heal not only our relationships, but our own souls. This is my reminder to always keep love, even when it’s hard.

Sometimes the loudest lessons from God come in the smallest, most ordinary moments like trying to drink a soda without a lecture. This is my journey through patience, humility, and remembering that peace is found not in the approval of others, but in the quiet confidence of walking with God.

From tiny controller rages to cool, wise words like “Bruh, it’s just a game,” Jay Tomas has grown into the kindest, funniest, most love-filled young man I know. This is my love letter to the boy who stole my heart the moment he was born and never gave it back. 💙

Expression isn’t always pretty. It’s messy, emotional, raw, and beautifully unpredictable. It’s not about being understood sometimes, it’s just about setting something free. 🕊️ And in that release, even if no one gets it… I do. And that’s enough.

Halloween felt a little different this year quieter, more emotional, but still full of magic. As I navigate my feelings, my faith, and my kidney stone (yes, still), I’m reminded that love, laughter, and family are what matter most.

Sometimes I drift away days, weeks at a time lost in feelings and memories. But I always come back… brighter, fuller, and glowing from a soul that’s been transformed. The light frightens some, but it frees me.

What do you need to hear from me, Rico? That even after everything the sleepless nights, the passion, the growing pains I still choose you. Every damn day. Our love is messy, real, magical... and still burning bright. 🔥❤️

From baby trains to Honey Creek hikes, being Jay’s mom has been the greatest joy of my life. He’s my only son, my biggest teacher, and my little tater tot forever. This is our story, full of cuddles, chaos, and unshakable love.

You don’t have to like everyone and not everyone’s going to like you. Some people lie, manipulate, and project their pain onto others. This post is about setting boundaries, choosing peace over chaos, and learning how forgiveness can free you even when trust is long gone.

On the 4th of July, under the trees and moonlight, I watched someone I loved fade before my eyes. Years later, through pain, reflection, and a visit from the other side, I’ve learned that some stories aren’t meant to be closed. This is a letter to Victor the boy who saw me, loved me, and left too soon.

Mocked by a disco-loving teacher, thrown into fights I never asked for, and underestimated by bored parents and fake friends—I’ve lived through the front lines of mean girls, haters, and trolls. This isn’t just my survival story it’s a love letter to the loud, expressive, glitter-wearing girls who refuse to shrink.

What If I Had Kissed Him? A Story from the Friendzone, Freedom, and Finding Myself I wanted to share something that, over time, I’ve...