Picking up the Pieces

Life as a young woman is riddled with information on how to keep a man, stories are passed down from generation to generation about the cousin/aunt, who never married and everyone thought was a witch, with all the cats and knick knacks. At a very early age women know the ultimate goal, regardless of how much education you have, how pretty or skinny you are, the constant beauty rituals, where you come from, how money you make; the ultimate goal is finding someone who validate you are loved with a ring and a wedding.

WRONG, wrong, wrong. And that’s what I got, the wrong one repeatedly, stop, repeat. I could go on, but lots of friends, co-workers and friends of friends can tell the same story.  After the “He’s just not that into YOU”, “Two can Play that Game”, and” How to Lose a Guy in 10 days”, I knew with faith and intuition, one day love would reveal itself magically.

                The years it took for me to finally stop looking outside for my happiness was the day I realized it starts with you. Ever notice when you are happy, based on the needs of you that men flock, flirt and smile? It is that inside smile that attracts them and it’s not a game or part of “The Rules", but a genuine happiness that is centered in you. The YOU that is glowing from knowing you are special regardless of which box you check, declaring your marital status. Your Spirit sings peace and happiness and then BAM, you start meeting guys and all you’ve achieved goes down the drain the minute he changes his status on Facebook, you forget, you stumble and its back to picking up the pieces.

After years of watching this repeat pattern in my life and the lives of my woman friends, I knew it had to start with me and one day, my Spirit just opened and allowed me to begin loving me. Just. Let. GO. Breathe...

In the Deep

In the deep, longing, passionate, dominating, demanding.

Deep inside the walls, pulsating.

Glistening with warm wetness, tightening against the hard gloriousness.

Deeper still, scratching, tangled, bites.

Going deeper still. Harder, faster. In and out. 
Squeezing, holding, enjoying the friction and yes, it is rising from the deep.

The rise and fall of the wave, panting, moaning, sighing, not wanting it to end.

Deeper still. The rhythm getting slicker, deeper. Moisture between, sliding into a groove, letting it take over.

  Being right here, right now.

A pull, a digging into. Deeper. Yes?

Words of pleasure, excitement, exploding.

In the deep, nothing else matters, nobody, no time, nothing just this deepness and yes, the explosion.

Crescendo crashing waves take over unable to control, stop, shuddering, juiciness.

Open, curling, allowing.

In the deep flowing like a slow, steady stream now.

Relaxed.

Breathless.

Playing with Fire

This began as a prompt Writer's Digest(Feb.2011) a house on fire, a stepmother, true love and a diary.


She is standing there in the driveway, her gaze fixed  on the blaze. My mouth falls open as I get closer and see she is holding my diary. My diary is filled with my most private moments, where I have laid with my lover, my deepest secrets. My stepmother knows my secret, I can tell by the curl of her lip as I walk closer, she doesn't see me. Her viper tongue would hurl its venom at me. My lover, the gentle man, her husband, my adoptive stepfather, whom I fell in love with while I was away at college, blossoming into the woman that I am now. 


I knew he was my true love when I returned and realized the bond between us was not only in my dreams. He was 18 years older than me, my mother had wanted a child before she died of early onset breast cancer at 24,  they got me when 7 years old. I never saw him as a father because I took care of them.  He married her to try to hid his feelings about me, but she could have easily been my real mother, my older doppelganger.
Now she knew it all and burned down our love nest....

Birth of the Siren & Sage

Its been a long time coming, a place to share, learn & grow my writing and life. The pain it took to finally shake off the fear is like the same knee skinned again, you have to get back on the bike if you want to learn how to ride. 


I have lots to share, stories of life as a psychic, stories I make up, stories about others. Some  will be true and some will be "creative" nonfiction, I won't tell you which. 


Erotica, drama, spiritual-New Age stuff, fears, hopes & dreams will live here. I will do my best to entertain, teach and learn, if you play nice.