I really miss my son Andrew since he left for Army boot camp. He calls me weekly and I send him all the photos I get which I will post after this post!  I often still have many sleepless nights, though far less now that 3 of my 4 children are back in my life, forever.  I reunited with Andrew at his graduation from Astronaut High School in Titusville in May 2024, for which he invited me, but I then didn’t know if we were acting as just replacements for the horrible father he had or because he really wanted too.  He hugged me and we apologized.  It was a very special moment.

Anyway, I sent my boy a letter at his temporary home in Fort Sill, Oklahoma.  These are poems from the heart:

Written in the quiet of night,
No sunrise yet in sight,
When dreams are woven pure and tight.

A mother’s heart once torn apart,
Now stitches back with tender might.
At eleven years, they took you, son,
An ache that never came undone.
Years passed, and sorrow filled the air,
Yet hope remained, a whispered prayer.

But on that sunlit graduation day,
I saw my boy in cap array,
A man now, strong and standing tall,
Each tear a silent, joyous call.

You held me close,
and time stood still,
A second chance, a heart refill.
Though brief our time, each moment gold,
Your love, a story yet to unfold.

Duty called, the Army’s might,
You left to fight the noble fight,
A hero in my eyes, you stand,
Brave guardian of our precious land.

My son, my soldier, heart so pure,
Through battles fierce, may you endure.

With gratitude, my soul does swell,
For giving me a chance to dwell.

In moments shared, in fleeting days,
You reminded me strength in countless ways.

My hero, son, I thank you true,
For every dream and hope anew.

May angels guard you, night and day,
As you walk this warrior’s way.
Forever in my heart, you’ll be,
My son, my hero, always free.

-Mamma


In the quiet of night,
Sleeping has always been a fight.
When I dream, I dream of you, my son,
Taken at eleven, my heart’s light undone.
Years passed slowly, my soul ached in pain,
Yet love for you remained, a constant refrain.

When we reunited at your cap and gown,
Tears of joy flowed, no longer to drown.
Your smile, your strength, my beacon of light,
In those precious moments, all felt right.

Two months flew by, too quickly they were,
Called to serve, your path now isn’t a blur.
Pride and sorrow intertwined within,
A hero, my son, your journey to begin.

From a boy to a man, you’ve grown so tall,
Answering the nation’s noble call.
Sacrifice and courage, you show up an down,
In your valor, my fears are drowned.

Thank you, my child, for a second chance,
In your eyes, I see life’s dance.
Though apart again, my love feels strong,
In my heart, you’ll forever belong.

Day by day, I live with the hope,
One day we’ll share more moments to cope.
My love for you, unwavering and true,
Crazy as I went, but I never stopped loving you.

Hero you are, in every sense,
Your bravery, immense and intense.
In the army’s embrace, you stand so tall,
My son, my hero, you’re giving your all.

In letters, in dreams, I hold you near,
Wishing you safety, free from fear.

Forever, I’ll wait, with love and pride,
My hero, my son, enjoy your ride.

-Mamma

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I’m working on a goal to write 10 minutes per day… of course not right now because it’s 1:45a.m.   Ok, well I can write a few things I suppose.  Ava just had her 12th birthday, she’s getting to be such a big girl. We took her to Target to pick out gifts and Caitlyn got some loom you use with rubber bands. Then we  went to Viera Regional Park and had fun with arts and crafts and hung out for a while before going to Chickfilet for lunch.  I then had to say goodbye 🙁

Matt has a hearing to terminate his parental rights on Monday and Tuesday I find out more about when I get my kids back from his fucking stupid ass abuses in life.  My poor kids.  At least they now know the real life story of their father and that bitch.

I’m working on my website, my portfolio, a business website, my resume and so much more. Still crafting, working on a plate at the moment.  Things are going great with my husband Jason.  He’s just been offered a new job at Presbyterian College in South Carolina but it’s remote work, I believe he will be the Director of Enrollment Operations…. pays a lot more which is good for him.

I’m quite overwhelmed at the moment with what to do with myself. I have so much to do, I don’t even know where to start. At least I got my blog back online, that felt good.  I just need to write more often.  I post of Facebook and Instagram though, YouTube always and maybe i’ll get into this Tik Tok thing!

That’s all for now!!!!!!!!!!!!!! xoxo

I’m home, alive, recharged, and ready to take on the world.  I have so much to say, so much to share I have no idea where to even start. I could start at what happened but that’s really bad and I have grown from that incident and my husband and I are so much better off that I prefer not to dwell on once isolate psychiatric moment I had lol.

There are people I need to thank for getting me through this rough time, like my husband Jason especially.  Without him omg, I would have died.  I have been to suicide and back these last 2 years, to the point of actually getting close to carrying it out, but I grew from those moments and learned how to best cope with where I was at.  Jason always helped talk me through those moments.  I have my best friend for eternity Julie who kept in contact with me as best she could and knowing she was there in spirit anyway was huge.  Then there are the people I shared my time with, Alicia (Jersey), Julia, LB, Melissa, Joclyn, Uncle Bernie and all the other freaks and weirdos that made the days go by smoothly for me.  I wish the best to all of them, some keep in contact others don’t or I can’t find them and hope they are still alive and haven’t succumbed to their heroin addictions.  I have befriended people who suffer from addiction and the sad truth is some will die, and there is nothing I can do about it.  People I have made friends with in the last 2 years are already dead before I got a chance to see them like Victoria Henriques.

I still don’t understand how I ended up where I ended up or why.  Why me is and was still a valid question when the justice system is a rotating door for so many others. I’d never done anything wrong in my life and here I am sitting in jail, then prison, now home a free person with nobody looking over my shoulders.  I couldn’t ever relate to anybody in prison… if you weren’t there for trafficking drugs, you attempted to kill or murdered someone.  Florida is a place you never want to live because it’s like it wants people in the system and the more you try and stay out of the system the more you end up in it.  Not me though, hello no, uh uh, no way, I promise I will end my life before this system has me again.  Nothing good comes from being in the system despite it promoting “rehabilitation”.

More soon…