So, a poem on being done with it all, except greatness…

I’m fed up, I’m done, but not finished. I can no longer hold back. There is greatness inside of me. I am too sparkly to be dulled. There are too many good ideas. Many great theories to share. I can no longer quell them. Ineptness from “superiors” drains me. So, no more talking the talk. […]

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So, do we really change that much after middle school?

So, my sweet and innocent daughter (she really is), got caught up in a not so nice group chat for her theater camp last night. One unsavory chick called out a person saying that they stink and don’t have good hygeine- yadda, yadda, yadda. She didn’t say who they were, but she was being incredibly […]

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