Dedication To my loving children, Brian, Kayla, James, and Trevor – you are the heart of everything I do. Your unwavering love, patience, and support have been the foundation of my healing. Through every moment of pain, every setback, and every triumph, you stood by me with kindness and understanding. You taught me what true strength is, and I am endlessly grateful for the joy and light you bring into my life. To the few close friends who walked beside me during the darkest days—your friendship was a lifeline, a reminder that I was never truly alone. You helped me rediscover hope when it seemed out of reach, and I will forever treasure your support. Ms. Sonya and Ms. Crystal.Chats you inspired me to do this, I owe you two wonderful ladies big time for encouraging me to get my story out. 🍍 ✌️ ❤️ 🌈 forever! This book is for all of you—my reasons to keep moving forward and the ones who gave me the courage to heal. My love and appreciation for eac...
By the time this Sunday is done, I’ll be sitting at 52+ hours worked, with 26 of those hours fought tooth and nail between Friday and Sunday morning while Mother Nature decided to remind us who’s boss. This weather is brutal. Cold that cuts to the bone. Darkness that settles deep. The kind of conditions that test your grit and your heart. And I showed up anyway. Not because I had to. Not because it was comfortable. But because I believe in leading from the front. Because a good manager doesn’t hide when things get hard; she plants her feet, squares her shoulders, and says “I’ve got this.” I will never ask my people to face something I won’t face myself. But I also know the truth that sits heavy on my heart. While I’m out there, my husband and my boys are carrying worry I wish I could take from them. Worry about my health. Worry about power outages. Worry about me standing alone in a dark store, out in the middle of nowhere, overnight, one woman holding the line while the world s...
Well, here we go again. That time of year where the air gets colder, the days get shorter, and my mind starts waging war on me. Seasonal depression — that uninvited guest that never fails to show up no matter how much I try to lock the damn door. And wouldn’t you know it, just when I thought I had my peace in check, someone had to come along and hit a nerve. One little trigger, and suddenly all those memories I thought I buried deep came flooding back like a busted dam. I swear, it’s like Pandora’s box flew open and dumped every hurt, every heartbreak, and every ugly scar right at my feet. But you know what’s different this time? I’ve got the right kind of people in my corner now. See, in the past, folks loved to play “therapist” — they’d make me open up, spill every dark, painful piece of my past, and then when things got too real, they’d run off and leave me standing in the ashes of my own mess. Like they poured gasoline on my pain and lit a match just to watch it burn. Not this time...
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