Book Review: Writing for Bliss by Diana Raab

I am IN LOVE with this book. I don't have enough amazing words to describe the impact it had on me. Every single page held some nugget of wisdom where I nodded my head along with it, or teared up, or smiled. If you have any interest in telling your own story - in whatever form that takes - you have to read this!

I Don't Belong Here

I wrote this poem last summer after the shooting in Orlando, but after the recent events in Charlottesville, it seems fitting to share it again here. Though, I relish the thought of never having to share it again nor have it be applicable to current life events.

Young Love and the Moments That Never Fade

Butterflies in my stomach. Dressed to the nines. Waiting. Just waiting for him to pick me up. I've been thinking of him all day. Those big brown eyes. That adorable snaggle-toothed smile. Nobody has ever gotten under my skin this way before. Nobody has ever been able to pierce my armored shell of feigned indifference.

Letting My Kids Make Their Own Mistakes

I love my kids more than anything on this planet. I don't want them to suffer and struggle, but sometimes that's life. And I can't tell them how and who to be. I have to remember that I'm there to give them the tools to be their own people. I can help and guide and hand them the chisel. But it's up to them to create their own masterpieces. But that mama bear struggle is hard.

Finally Feeling Comfortable in My Own Skin

I'm 34 now. Puberty has long since passed. My child-carrying days are over, our family is complete. The stretch marks and cankles are sadly still with me, though. And I find gray hairs on my head every so often. But I've stopped listening to the shamers. I'm happy with myself for the first time ever. 

A Letter to My Father on Father's Day

I don't know what I would have done growing up without you. I know I wouldn't be the same person I am today. I was lost for a long time, due to other events and circumstances, and I don't think I would have ever found myself if it wasn't for you. And I know that if I can be half as good a parent as you to my 2 boys, then I think we'll all be doing OK.