How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex Day #9

How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex

#9 What-If

Today is for all the parents who think they’ve missed the boat, and it’s too late to talk to their kids about sex.

Come so close so I can grab your face… IT’S NEVER TOO LATE!

“No, Sara…. You don’t understand! We haven’t done any of these things and our kids are nearly grown.”

Y’all, our kids learn from our mistakes far more than they learn from our successes. Humble yourself, go to your child, apology and open the conversation TODAY! I don’t care if your kid 14, 24, 34, 44, 54, 64, 74 (if you have a child that’s seventy-four and you’re still living, I want to know you!)

“But Sara, I don’t know what to say! It’ll be awkward to talk to my grown daughter, who has her own children, about sex!”

Start with, “I’m sorry!”

I’m sorry that we didn’t talk about sex while you were growing up. I’m sorry if it caused you pain and shame. I’m sorry that my lack of communication about sex might have left you confused and alone. I’m sorry I did not help write this story on your heart. You were always worth being uncomfortable for, and I’m sorry we blew it. Will you forgive me? As parents, we are still growing and learning what it looks like to be Kingdom-minded. Is this an area where we can grow together?

It’s never too late, friends!!

PS If you have specific questions that I have not answered that you would like to see answered in this series PLEASE leave me a comment, or send me a FB message at Sara Littlejohn, or email me

How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex Day #8

How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex

#8 No Sleepovers

Are you beginning to see why we chose to talk to our kids about sex starting at a young age as opposed to an older age? We couldn’t even approach today’s question had we not first laid the sturdy foundation: God created, the world corrupted. In answering the above question, we have to peel back the layers of, “the world corrupted.” BUT DO NOT START THERE. If you’ve never talked to your child about sex DO NOT start this conversation about sleepovers. Our kids had YEARS of conversation with us before we ever got to the underlining reason we didn’t do sleepovers.

Initially, when the kids were young (under 10 years old) it was very easy what we said about sleepovers, “we don’t do sleepovers!” “But whhhhhyyyyy?!” “Because it’s a family rule!” *pause* I love the family rule, family mantra, family code, family mission statement idea. Julie Barnhill introduced it to me in her book, “One Tough Mother”… READ IT! It’s this idea that we connect our kids to the family, “Littlejohns forgive!” “Littlejohns give one more scoop of ice cream!” “Littlejohns do hard things!” “Littlejohns honor one another above themselves!” “Littlejohns are always gracious!” And for a long, long time we would simply say, “Littlejohns don’t do sleepovers!” And it satisfied. That doesn’t mean they didn’t push back or they sang songs of praise and blessed our souls, but it worked.

Remember on day #3 how we talked about how 93% of juvenile sexual abuse victims are abused by someone they know, in my private counseling practice sleepovers rank as the top event of where sexual abuse happened.

Sleepovers also are a prime opportunity where peers introduce each other to pornography. Sleepovers invite boredom, lack of adult oversight, darkness, close sleeping quarters, and mischief.

At some point, as our oldest entered the throws of tween-hood, I sensed our answer was not going to suffice. Young girls find their identity in friendships, sleepovers, and peer reviews. (And we had just dropped our FIFTH GRADER into a brand new community. Once again, Katie, I’m so sorry we did this to you. *Insert more money into the counseling fund*) Movies always portray sleepovers as the IT of growing up. I saw her wrestling with the idea that we were keeping this good thing from her simply because we were being mean.

One day, NOT IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT, we sat her down and explained with as much tact and as much clarity as we could why we weren’t fans of sleepovers. It went a little like, “Baby, when we sleep at night our bodies and our brains completely relax and go still. Our bodies and our minds are the most vulnerable they are all day when they sleep. We are not willing to let you be vulnerable in a home or in an environment we aren’t comfortable with or deeply knowledgeable about. Because sometimes in those situations when your guard goes down and you think are safe, someone has the prime opportunity to hurt you! This doesn’t have to be a forever rule. But right now this is our rule and it has always been there to protect you, not to keep good from you. And someday there will probably be a situation that we will be completely fine with you going to a sleepover, but until then we need you to trust us and not push back against this rule!”

I saw her brain begin to connect the dots and her whole body physically relaxed, and she said, “I didn’t realize that’s why you haven’t let us do sleepovers. I’m sorry for being so mean and so ugly about it!” And never again did she push back over the sleepover issue.

Our children are now 17, 15, 13, and 12, there are about 6 homes where they are allowed to routinely spend the night. Every home where they are allowed to spend the night we closely know the parents and the siblings living in the home. We know the family’s stance on devices, entertainment, and parental oversight. But we also have laid out specific guidelines and rules with each of our kids when they spend the night somewhere. No showering together, dress in a private area or in an area where there are no cameras, keep your hands to yourself, no sleeping in the same bed or under the same blankets. We also have a 100% call or text us if something makes you feel uncomfortable and we will be there immediately no questions asked.

At some point, each of our kids has thanked us for our no sleepover policy. It hasn’t always been easy or rosy, but we’ve never ONCE regretted our decision!

How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex Day #7

How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex

#7 Don’t start with “don’t”…..

I realize how ironic this statement is, but hear me out. We are BAD about this. The church is historically BAD about this. Anytime we approach this subject (especially with our teens) it’s obsessively rooted in “DON’T HAVE SEX TIL YOU’RE MARRIED!” And that’s the extent to which we go. I’m not sure how your parenting works, but simply telling my child not to do something hasn’t always been the most effective means of keeping them from doing something. 

Imagine you are potty-training your toddler and the only action you took in regards to helping them learn was, “don’t pee in your pants!” Some children’s personalities would be so motivated to please you as a parent that they would try their hardest to not pee their pants. Some children would pee their pants just to spite you. Some children would absolutely have no idea how to keep from peeing their pants.

Jay Stringer offers a similar analogy. What if we wanted to teach someone about cooking, but all we talked about was food poisoning. How distorted, confusing, and ill-prepared would someone be to actually cook and know the delicacies and wonders of food and cooking.

Y’all. This is what we do to our kids in regards to sex. We give this grand imperative and then we walk away and think we’ve “fulfilled” our parental-role. Then we are shocked when our children choose to do otherwise or find themselves in a position that wooed them to do otherwise.

No amount of “True Love Waits” conferences, no amount of purity rings, no amount of contracts, no amount of chaperones, no amount of accountability partners, no amount of attempts to legislate your child’s sexuality will actually put YOU in charge of their sexuality. Our children are moral responders and will have to make this choice and a million other choices for themselves. We can’t make it for them.

I can hear the rumble in the peanut gallery already. Don’t hear what I’m not saying. I believe God ordained sex to be between one man and one woman in the protection of a covenant marriage. I think there are REALLY important things we can do and say to help our children in this department. But I think we are on a fool’s errand if we simply think telling our children not to have sex before they are married is the primary goal and the primary tactic. It’s not.

Life, sex and Godliness is so much bigger and so much more beautiful than, “don’t have sex before you are married!”

There is so much destruction, perversion, pain and danger that can take place loonnngggg before anatomical parts meet.

I think abstinence should absolutely be the goal in parenting, but I think abstinence has become an idol in American churches. I think we’ve become distracted and obsessed with a moral outcome, as opposed to being experts on the children standing in front of us. I want my children to love their God with their entire being! I want my children to love others with their entire being! I want my children to tell the truth! I want my children to be kind! I want my children to be sacrificial and wise! I want my children to be discerning! I want my children to know their God is good, that He is safe, that He adores them and is moving toward them in every way! I want them to know He is in the business of redeeming brokenness. I want them to know their God is a healer, a rescuer, a guide, a forgiver and He is reason that life is worth living.

If the only relational goal we have for our children is to get them to their wedding day as virgins, we are failing and we will be failed.

Don’ start with don’t. Dive deeper, go wider prepare of feast of information for your child instead of an anemic appetizer.

How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex Day #6

How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex

God created, the world corrupted.

Julie Lowe, one of my favorite professors, drilled this idea in to my mind and I see a lot of parents forget this reality: sex was God’s idea and He said THAT IT WAS GOOD!

Many parents hesitate or delay talking to their children because they don’t want to, “ruin their innocence…”

I honestly felt that exact same way!

But here’s the catch, my friends. I’ve never hesitated to talk to my children about what God created. From the earliest of ages I’m whispering in their ear, “look at that beautiful moon God made!”, “look at that sunset God painted to show us His glory!”, “look at all those billions upon billions of stars and think about how God knows their names… and He knows YOUR name!”

But somehow when it comes to the topic of sex we get tight-lipped and stand-offish.

God created, the world corrupted.

Talking about sex does not take away from our child’s innocence. Yes, there is weight in walking through that door and realizing you can’t ever walk back through, but it’s a right of passage to walk through that door WITH our kids! WE should be the ones holding their hands and whispering in their ears, “Let me tell you about this good, right, and precious thing that God created…..”

How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex Day #5

How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex

#5 Don’t Leave Them Alone

In our last post, we began to discuss why Mark and I decided to tell our children about sex at the ages we did. The first reason was because we wanted to be the ones who filled their sponge, we wanted to be the first ones to pick up the pen and help to start writing their sexual stories. The second reason we wanted to start the conversation with them while they were young because the average age a child first sees pornography is 7. Stop. Re-read that and breathe.

Sweet friends, I don’t care how killer tight your filters are, I don’t care if you blindfold your child as you walk past Victoria’s Secret, I don’t care if you’ve bubbled wrapped your child and never let them out of your house… The question isn’t IF your child will be exposed to pornography, it’s WHEN they are exposed to pornography have we equipped them to properly respond?

Imagine a child who comes across porn at 9 years old, but their parents have decided to wait till they are 13 to tell them about sex. That child will sit in what we can only imagine is shame and confusion for 4 unnecessary years (longer if the child was exposed sooner). I swore I wasn’t going to give ages, but y’all, waiting till your child is 13 is to talk to them about sex is waiting too long.

Our goal is to be wise in regards to protecting our children against pornography. We do in fact have filters. Our computer is used in our main living area. Our kids have been taught to avoid other people’s devices outside of our home because other people have different standards than we do. We have extensive processes before our kids get devices. We spend hours educating ourselves so we can be prepared to help our kids. But the single greatest defense we’ve got going is open and honest conversations about what our kids are seeing. “Mom, I was watching a 5-minute craft and I saw something inappropriate!” “Ok, baby. Why don’t you pull up the video so we can watch it together and you show me what was inappropriate!”

Talking about sex with our kiddos on the early side, set us up to talk about pornography on the early side.

One of my favorite resources is Not If But When: Preparing Our Children for Worldly Images by Perritt

The truth is we can’t be everywhere with our children, and we are trying to raise our children to leave. Our goal has been to equip them and try and set them up with tools to navigate pornography for the rest of their lives. And for us, that has meant not leaving them alone in their sexual journey!

How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex Day #4

How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex

#4 Fill The Sponge

“At what age should I tell my kids about sex?” This is the most popular question parents want to know. If you’re looking for me to give you an exact age, it’s not going to happen. But I’m happy to tell you why we chose the ages we did, and give you some basic guidelines you should consider when thinking about what age you should tell your child about sex.

Remember, one of the goals is to TALK EARLY. All 4 of our kids were between the ages of 6-9 when we had our first actual conversation about sex, not just a conversation about body safety and the Cookie Monster. Here’s some of our thinking.

Kid’s brains are like dry sponges, and it was an important value/priority to us to be the ones who filled the sponge with knowledge, information, power, and truth. We wanted to be their #1 go-to not only when it came to their sex education, but really in all of life. We determined if we started young and filled their sponges with truth, loveliness, and security by the time ANYONE ELSE (peers, teachers, TV, books, movies etc…) started pouring knowledge into our little sponges, our kids’ brains would be saturated with a proper understanding and a foundational bedrock to stand on. And all other information would just roll off like water does when it’s trying to saturate an already full sponge. (For the record, I cannot take credit for this awesome analogy. I heard it somewhere, but honestly have no idea where. *Dear children, this is what we call avoiding plagiarism or a lawsuit. Cite your sources!*

Our children ARE going to learn about sex, the question is who is going to get to write the story first. We wanted to write this story! Not some uneducated joker on the playground. We wanted to be the first to share with our kids the beauty and design of sex. We wanted to equip them with the truth. We wanted them to be ahead of the curve, not behind.

Here’s to filling the sponge!

How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex Day #3

How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex

#3 Name the part and who can be A PART!

Yesterday, we talked about using the correct anatomical terms when teaching our kids about their body parts. In addition, it is important to tell your kids who has permission to touch their body and who does not. 93% of juvenile sexual abuse victims are abused by someone they know (RAINN).

Be specific here, vague does no one any good. For example, you are helping little Susie (2-4 years old, for us) bathe and you’re going over body parts, “Susie, I want you to know that the only people that get to touch your vagina, breasts, and bottom are me, daddy and Dr. Hall. But Dr. Hall only gets to touch you if we are in his office AND if mama and daddy are with you AND you are comfortable with him touching you. Your WHOLE body is very special. But these places on your body are really extraordinary and only really safe people, who have permission, get to help you with these body parts and touch these body parts.”

Obviously, everyone’s “safe” list will vary according to your specific family and friends. But make sure you give specific names. Recognize I don’t label all family, friends, teachers, coaches, and medical professionals as “safe.” I give the name of the family doctor and the location where it’s appropriate for this touching to take place and the caveat that either Mark or I are present.

In addition to instructing them about who can touch THEIR body, it’s important to cover that they are not allowed to touch anyone else’s special body parts. You can distinguish appropriate touches (hugs, holding hands, high-fives, pat on the back) from inappropriate touches.

The thinking is two-fold here. At some point, they will become curious about other people’s bodies. It’s good to establish now we aren’t going to explore other people’s bodies. Toddlers do this all the time. And it’s not even connected to their sexuality it’s just development. But even as young as 2, 3, and 4 we can speak to this situation and build an understanding in their brains about privacy and appropriate behavior.

The second reason, oftentimes child predators make children touch the abuser’s body. Children will often know THEY aren’t to be touched, but when a predator begins to take a child’s hand and force them to touch the abuser’s body, kids can get confused and paralyzed. Teach them not to touch other people’s private parts, and that no one should ever force them to touch their private parts or someone else’s private parts.

One great way to reinforce this is to role-play. “Can Cookie Monster touch your bottom?” The child laughs in hysteria, “NO!” “Can Cinderella touch your penis?” Again, hysterical laughter… “NO!” “Can Coach Billy touch your breasts?” “Can Pastor Billy touch your vagina?” “Can Sunday School teacher Susie touch your bottom?” “Can teacher Lily touch your penis?” And so on and so forth.

Remember to tread lightly, be gentle in your approach, be factual NOT emotional.

I’m already proud of you guys! We can do hard things for our kids!

How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex Day #2

How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex

#2 Talk early and talk often!

As parents, if we abdicate our role and responsibility and abandon our children by not talking to them about sex, we will leave them wounded and vulnerable in more ways than we can possibly imagine.

Read that again.

Let us dispel the idea that talking to our kids about sex is a one time conversation. Mmmmkk? I mean, you don’t have to be a parent long to realize telling your child anything once is only slightly better than never having said it. Am I right? The goal is to start talking to your kids about sex at a very young age and never stop talking to them about sex.

One of the very first conversations we have with our kiddos (18 months-3 years) starts as soon as we are teaching them body parts, “Head, shoulders, penis, toes….”

Here is why…

First, if from the earliest of ages we are making up names for our kids’ body parts we are subtly communicating shame. We are subtly communicating a shrinking away from. If we, grown adults, cannot use the anatomically correct words in front of our kids, then who can? When we make up code words we are communicating that there is something inherently wrong with the real words. Even from the youngest of ages, we begin to write our children’s sexual stories with deception, secrets, code words, shadows, and mystery. When we do not use real words we are communicating that these body parts must be spoken about in a vague way. In all actuality, what we want to be communicating to our kids about their body parts is this is the most natural, beautiful, and God-given thing EVER. If we unashamedly point out to our children that God made the sun, the moon, the stars, the trees, the birds, the ocean, and the mountains, then why do we hesitate to celebrate that God also made vaginas and penises? When it doesn’t feel natural and normal to use the real anatomical words with your children, be aware that might be some of your own sexual brokenness that you are bringing to the table. Remember, you are the tone-setter! “Those are your eyes,” should be as natural as, “that is your vagina.”

I can already hear squirming, “BUT SARA, I don’t want my kid walking around saying, ‘breasts’ in public places. I DO understand. Here’s the beauty, as your kids grow and develop (probably by school-age) you can begin to help them separate the idea that these are “in-house” words. If a child has always heard you use the correct name for their body parts, and now it’s time to venture out into the world, you can gently say when the opportunity arises, “Hey baby, ‘penis’ is a word we use in our house because our house is safe. When we are in public or you are at school, how about we use another word?” Inevitably, each of my kids has asked, “why?” They genuinely did not understand what was wrong with the word. Enter praise hands. Then we could say, “There is ABSOLUTELY nothing wrong with the word, there is ABSOLUTELY nothing wrong with your body parts, but what you’re going to learn is outside of this house people don’t like using those words and it makes them uncomfortable.”

Do you see? This leads to beautiful, truth-telling opportunities. I’ve established my home as safe, I’ve re-affirmed there is nothing wrong with those words and I’ve begun to teach my child that things are different in the great big world beyond these walls.

Second, and of high value, the reason we have taught our kids the correct names for their body parts is for their protection. In a court of law, in a police report, all mystery and room for interpretation are removed if my child can say, “that person touched my breasts.” Instead of, “that person touched my Bee-Bees.” Is this horrible-awful that we have to even consider the reality that someone might inappropriately touch our children? Yes! But y’all, this is our world. 1 out of 3 children is sexually abused or molested by the age of 18. 1 out of 3.

Believing that our children are gifts from God means believing that their bodies, every single part, is a gift from God and should be spoken of as such. If we believe their bodies are amazing and knit together by our awesome Creator, then let’s communicate that by teaching them the truth about their bodies. Let’s help them learn to be comfortable and safe in their own skin. Use the right names, people. You can do it!

How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex Day #1

How To Talk To Your Kids About Sex

This is a question I see a lot of parents wrestling with and paralyzed by. I know it is a question I started asking before I even started having children. By God’s grace, Mark and I wanted to write a powerful, freeing and knowledgeable foundation for our kids when it came to sex. We have listened and watched other wise parents navigate this topic, and we have learned (sometimes stumbled) with our own 4 children.

I hope one helpful thing from this series lands at your feet!

Let’s begin!

#1 Start with you!

Recognize RIGHT NOW you are bringing your own sexual story to the table. Your own shame, your own history, your own guilt, your own lack of knowledge and your own sexual brokenness needs to be tended to before we can tend to the hearts and minds of our children.

How did you learn about sex?
Who told you?
How did they tell you?
What words did they use?
Did you learn about sex by uncovering secret magazines or secret websites?
Were you shown inappropriate materials by an older sibling or friend?
Was sex an off-limits topic in your home?
Was sex seen as dirty?
Was sex cheapened in your home?

Sit with each of those questions.

Before you ever get to help write your child’s story you MUST know and ponder your own.

I would HIGHLY recommend reading, “Unwanted: How Sexual Brokenness Reveals Our Way To Healing” by Jay Stringer

If we want to steer our children to a healing, holistic understanding of sex, we have to start with US!

Why I Quit Writing..

Why I Quit Writing..

“You absolutely cannot quit writing!” she bossed. “It’s your gift,” she demanded.

A smile spread across my face, “I have no intention on giving up on writing!”

The last blog I posted was 5 months ago. That breaks all the blogging rules. If you do not post once a week for six months straight, you cannot even apply to be on most blogging forums. Consistent writing produces consistent traffic, which produces consistent ratings, which they say produces successful bloggers.

This August will be my SEVEN YEAR blogging anniversary. I was 28 when I started blogging. My kids were 6, 4, 3 and 18 months. We were living in King George, Virginia. Mark was working for the DOD via the Navy, and I was homeschooling and keeping all the small people alive and well (Actually, mostly alive. Well, is subjective.)

I started blogging for sanity. I needed one thing, just one thing to call my own. One thing that allowed me to use adult words and tap back into who I was before gold fish, apple juice, diaper changes and Fresh Beat Band became the melody of my day.

In addition to my sanity, this was also the forum where I began to process my mama’s terminal illness,  her eventual death and my grief journey.

When I glance back at my early posts, I see a young woman who functioned primarily in black and whites, legalism and formulas. I had one million opinions and genuinely thought people needed to know them. I had so much fire in my belly and desperately wanted everyone else to feel the same fire at the same level. That sweet young woman makes me tired. I also see a young mom who was crazy about her husband and her kids, all while feeling a little crazy in the head. Somethings never change. 🙂 As the months and years pass, as my stories about my kids shifted from the funny things they did and said, to the heart-wrenching prayers we prayed out of desperation over their little aching souls, I see a young woman grow into a woman. As the months and years pass, the black and white fades more to gray. My legalism begins to melt, because I see myself more clearly. I see my brokenness and utter dependence on Christ alone through grace alone. Time and pain shattered all my formulas, because oh my goodness there is no secret equation for living. A + B never equals C in the kingdom of God, because He wants our hearts not the sum total our human arithmetic.

This white space here on the blog built me. It really did. I’ll never regret the choice to write. Never. My brother once told me, “Writers, write. That’s how I know you’re a real writer!” Those words gave me life.

Right now, in the sweet orbit of my world, my writing is morphing into something different. To begin with, school is getting all my writing power and energy. 10,000 words a week can make even a lover of words hate words. I don’t always get to write about the things that inspire me, but for the most part I do, and I am grateful. Second of all, those tiny babies who first appeared on this blog are no longer babies. They are these wonderfully, independent creatures who deserve to be able to write their own stories without my narrative tainting them. Their friends, teachers, coaches, and peers are all over social media, which is totally fun. But because I adore my kids, respect them and deeply desire to protect the best parts of them, everything I say about them now they get to approve or VETO. We live in a tiny town with big eyes, and I will storm the gates of hell to uphold their integrity. Here’s the ironic thing, my kids are providing the BEST writing material they have ever provided. The stories I could tell you would go viral in 2 seconds, and I say that with all humility. But man, my kids are more hilarious, more witty, more charming, more beautiful, more kind, more bold, more fiery, more humble, more tender, more authentic and raw than I will ever be. GAH! Maybe someday when they are grown they will give me permission to walk back through these glory days and share the chapters that I have only written on my heart. Until then, they are all tucked away and sealed for me to feast on for a lifetime. Third, and maybe most importantly, I’ve decided that I do in fact have something legitimate to say, but I don’t have to say it any more. As a young wife, mother and writer the haters often wrote the, “JUST YOU WAIT” monologue. “Just you wait til marriage gets hard. Just you wait til you have 2 kids, 3 kids a boy kid. Just you wait til they turn 2, 6, 10… Just you wait til you have a TEENAGER (insert all the horror looks–For the record, I adore my teenager and these are best years!!) Just you wait til you don’t like your spouse any more. Just you wait til something really hard happens in your life. Just you wait til someone really criticizes your work.. JUST YOU WAIT……” I’ve waited, lived, persevered and sometimes crawled through the “just you waits”.  And you know what? I’m still fighting and breathing. #BOOM! But standing on this side of a lot of the “just you waits” I have realized, I do in fact have something to say, but I don’t have to say it any more. *Deep sigh of relief.* I have nothing to prove any more. I don’t have to convince anyone of anything. Whether it’s wifehood related, motherhood related, theologically related, politically (OH GAG) related, culturally related, etc…etc.. It’s not my job to persuade. It’s not my job to convince. It’s not my job to save a blooming soul. How arrogant to think I could ever be more persuasive, more compelling, and more savior-esk than the Triune God, Himself. Oh young Sara, you were so dear.

Today more than ever, I believe in the power of words; written words, spoken words, broken words, expletive words, painful words, compassionate words and REAL WORDS. Don’t hear what I am not saying, I think if you are writing, KEEP WRITING. I think if you are preaching, KEEP PREACHING. I think if you are teaching, KEEP TEACHING. I think if you are singing, KEEP SINGING. But for me personally, I don’t have to do those things anymore the way I used to. I get to use adult words all day long in school, and all night long with Mark and the kids as we ping-pong hard, real-life topics around our dinner table. I get to process daily life with individual people in a really intimate setting that is deeply satisfying. I get to breathe and process my own junk in the silent presence of the Almighty God, while He faithfully refines and renews.  What more could I want?

This post is not goodbye. It it just a pause. A halftime of sorts. A mid-life crisis melt-down… (Just kidding) Do not fear, I write a little something everyday in all the other social media venues, because writing is like breathing to me.

This blog space is so dear to me. I found myself on the white spaces here. I found myself in my words; my beat-up, broke-spelling, grammatically-atrocious, words. But oh my stars, I wouldn’t trade this for the world.

Thank you for reading. You have no idea what you’ve done for me!