Blessed & Curvy

As a child no matter what age your parent will always think of you as their baby! I became a caregiver in October 2004 to my mother who was diagnosed with dementia. The fear of the responsibility of making sure medicines were taken correctly, all the finances were handled, and most important my mother was comfortable. It was determined that she would live with my sister and within two months realizing that was overwhelming and a group home would be best with 24 hour care. Since I worked from home it was also easier for myself to be active within her daily care with visits, taking her out, and also monitoring her activities.  I learned so much within the two years that she had relocated to California, There were new doctors to find, adult daycare to locate, and still maintain her dignity as the parent. Yet our roles were reversing and I was becoming the parent. I was bathing her, surprising her with stuffed animals and when she couldn't remember who I was I didn...

Reaching Out  Recently I been having difficulty posting on my blog. Right after Mother's Day my desire was diminished to sit down and share my thoughts with anyone. I should be celebrating the woman who was my Mother. Instead it was if someone has snatched the scab off and I had to deal with the feelings. The feelings of not being able to call her to tell her about my new job. To share about my recent  accomplishments. To call her and gossip about my siblings and hear her advice. There was something that I felt others whose Mother had passed where sharing on Facebook a grieving for your best friend their Mom. What I decided to is take care of myself. Write down everything that I want to do,celebrate life, and do them.  Take myself out to dinner, go for a long ride, purchase only items that I needed and not what I wanted.  Make sure that I don't go binge shopping to make my sadness go away. I write down a list of items to buy. One item is alarming...

Honey did you know her? Being that it is Women’s History Month I went researching who made impact on women’s life. I found this woman by the name of Isabella Baumfree . Reading about how she was a slave at a young age, sold to different slave owners four times before she fell in love with Robert. She and he were prohibited from seeing each other because Bell’s owner didn’t want his slaves to have children with slaves he didn’t own. He wouldn’t have rights to those children to be sold. Robert would continue sneaking to see her until he was savagely beat and she never saw him again. She later married an older slave name Thomas and she had five children by him. There are conflicting stories that the older slave that she married wasn’t the father to one child. Her life hasn’t even reached where we know her yet but in such a short time of reading about her early years I am in awe because she endured so much. I can’t imagine as a child being sold into slavery or to be se...