You’re Not Worth It

My blood is boiling,

I can't catch my breath. 

I see red,

I want to choke you to death. 

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Is AWAI Worth It? My Honest Take as a Working Writer

Why AI Will Not Be Replacing Copywriters

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If you've thought about Copywriting in the past but hesitated out of fear that AI would replace you, stop worrying. Seriously.

It’s NASCAR Weekend in Darlington, SC — A Town Falling Apart at the Seams

Race weekend brings tens of thousands of fans to Darlington, SC — but when the engines go quiet, the town is left with broken infrastructure, poverty and leadership that can’t get out of its own way.

Turn 4 at Darlington Race Track. Photo taken by author.

The Southern Charm of a Surcey: A Tradition of Small Surprises

Not for birthdays, not for holidays—simply a gift, just because.

Ever heard of a “surcey”? If you’re from the American South, especially the Lowcountry, you might have, even if the word itself feels like a whispered secret.

The Deafening Sound of Silence

When the Dust Settles and It’s Just You – Reconnecting with Your Dreams

The house is quiet.

Too quiet.

The sound of my own steps bounces off walls that used to hum with laughter, arguments, and homework chaos. For years, my whole identity was wrapped up in one word: Mom. Now, without a child at my side, I barely recognized myself.

I’d spent nearly two decades pouring every ounce of love, energy, and purpose into raising him. My own dreams, the little sparks of ambition I once carried, had been tucked away, safely stored like forgotten treasures in the attic.

In that deafening silence, I realized that the person I had spent so long caring for wasn’t the one who needed me most anymore. It was me.

The Christmas That Never Came: How a Romance Scam Cost My Friend $5,000 and Nearly Broke Him

What started as harmless online flirtation became a $5,000 emotional scam. This is what happened to my friend and how easily it could happen to someone you care about.

The Title I'm Claiming Now

I’ve worn a lot of titles in my life: Professional ones like analyst, negotiator, supervisor. Personal ones like daughter, sister, cousin and my favorite of all: Mom.

Until recently, I never really considered myself a “writer,” at least not in the career or professional sense of the word. Even though writing is what I do. It’s what I’ve always done. It’s what I’ve always loved doing. And now, it’s what pays the bills.

I’ve kept a journal for as long as I can remember. Made lists of lists. Took detailed classroom / meeting notes. And don’t get me started on school supplies—oh lawd! The nerd comes out of me.

It wasn’t until I turned 40 that I started to truly claim the title of “writer.”

The Dreams We Shelve

I want to talk about the dreams we shelve, those aspirations we tuck away in the attic of our hearts while we're busy building a life for someone else.

For me, that someone else was my son. And for about eighteen, maybe nineteen years, my answer to "Who are you?" was simple: "I'm his mom." That was my identity, my purpose, my everything. He still is my everything, just in a different way now.

Dandelion Creed - a poem

The resilient dandelion. Photo sourced from Canva Pro and edited by the author.

Be like a dandelion,

Stand tall, stay bright.

You’ll bend in the storm but reach for the light.

They’ll call you a weed, try to pluck you away,

But you were built for the cracks so dance in the rain. 

Most won’t see your roots run deep,

They’ll judge your bloom when you’re fighting to keep,

A piece of the sky, a patch of the sun,

You’ve always been many things wrapped in one.

You’re softness and steel, wild and wise,

A stubborn bloom they still criticize.

But you aren't here to just fit in,

Be confident, be unique and never give in.

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Why I Admire a Weed

What a Dandelion Taught Me About Growing, Surviving and Standing Strong When No One’s Watching

Most people see a weed.

I see a warrior.

When I chose the dandelion as the profile picture for this blog, it wasn’t just because it was pretty (though I do love the look of a wild bloom standing alone in a sea of green). It was because I see myself in that flower.