An Open Letter

So I posted this letter to my personal facebook page about a month ago but due to a reoccurrence I’m posting it here as well hoping to just get everything off my chest.


To the person who commented anonymously on myself and my boyfriend’s snapchat,

You succeeded. When you said that I was fat and ugly and that my boyfriend could do way better, I believed it. So as I said…

You win.

Mission successful.

10 Points for Slytherin… (or whatever your preferred catchphrase)

I’ve tried not to let it bother me but something you may not know is that most days I’m not happy with my body. It’s true, I used to be skinnier and more fit than I am now and on my bad days I beat myself up about it way more than I should because life is rough and I’m my own worst critic.
So congratulations, the anonymous friend of me and my boyfriend. You’ve successfully ruined my last few days even though I’ve tried so hard to ignore it.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me, right?


But despite all this, I will say a few things.

1. I’m sorry you felt the need to take out whatever is bothering and eating at you on me and you had to hide behind an anonymous username (or no name at all) to say what you really think. Honestly, if you have a problem say it to my face. I’m not angry with you…I’m just trying to make sense of it all

And 2. I honestly and sincerely hope that even though what you said to me hurt that no one dares utter those words to you. Those words that can tear apart your entire day and emotionally hurt. Those words that make you feel worthless and undeserving of the one person in SO long that has actually shown you they cared and loved you so much.
I really hope those words are never uttered to you and I say that with 100% sincerity.

And last but not least:
3.Despite everything your words have made me question and how much it hurt, I forgive you.


Loving People Like Jesus

Hello there!

I’m so sorry it’s been so long since I’ve blogged. My priorities have been to focus on my upgrades for college and now that those are done it’s a waiting process to get my marks back. Since that’s done I’m hoping to be able to put a bit more of a priority on my blogging and novel writing. But today I’m gonna work on writing up some posts and finishing up ones I started so today my friend Cori has written another guest post so I’ll let her share what she’s written.


Growing up I learned that people are not always the easiest to love all the time. I was taught that you have to love everyone, even if you don’t like them.

One of the most important commandments is to love your neighbors as yourself. God said that himself. Treat others the way you would want to be treated is something my youth pastor would say often. Although not always the easiest route, it is the way that Jesus lived himself.

Jesus hung out with people that you wouldn’t really expect. He made friends with the liars and cheats. The outcasts. The people nobody wanted to be. I think He did this to set an example for us today. He didn’t have to love on those people. But he chose to show them the love and respect every person needs.

Now that doesn’t mean that Jesus took crap from people either. He would correct them when they were wrong, in a very polite yet clever way most of the time.

Don’t think I’m telling you to hang around a murderer and be best friends with them. But I am telling you to love that person no matter the sins they struggle with because, in the end, his sin is the same as mine. Even if mine seems minuscule in comparison God sees all sin as the same.

When I was in grade school the teachers would always pair the new kids or the weird kids with me because In my house you treated everybody the way you would want to be treated, therefor I was always the nice one in class, even when I didn’t want to be I was paired with them. Now I was a very shy kid. It was pretty hard for me to do this. But I felt the call that God put on my life to follow him at a young age and I knew it was the right thing to do.

There was this one kid who nobody got along with. I’m not gonna share her name but she was a nice kid. Just a bit strange. Once one of my friends asked me why I hung out with her so much. I simply told them that she deserved to have friends too. At the end of the school year, we went our separate ways but her mom came up to me and thanked me for being so nice to this girl. She was a bit hyper and talked A LOT but I did enjoy her company and learned to love her very much.

I wish more kids would give each other a chance rather than judging a book by its cover. It’s so hard for me to see all the bullying and abuse that goes on In schools these days. It’s sad.

I learned pretty young that it’s honestly so rewarding and worth getting to know a person no matter how much they annoy you.

Now I know we aren’t all in grade school here. That was just one example. I have another. Take homeless people for example. I have worked and served homeless people for as long as I can remember. But some people won’t even look in their direction. Some Christians don’t even see them as people.

I’ll never forget the day that I went up to a homeless man and gave him some food and he looked at me with tears in his eyes. He said nobody would even look at him that day. He searches in his bag for a ring he had made and he gave it to me saying that he wishes there were more people like me in this world.

I’ve given people on the streets Christmas presents that haven’t gotten anything for 25 years and they’ve broken down and asked me to watch them open it. It wasn’t much just some essentials and little things and a book but he was so thankful for his gift. He said that maybe there really is a God that loved him all because I treated him like a normal person for a few minutes.

I love these experiences. Ones with people who think they don’t even deserve it anymore. Broken people. I see them as a beautiful creation of God and it’s almost magical seeing these moments.

If people could just open their eyes and see them as people in a bad circumstance the world would be a much more beautiful place. But let’s move on to another example.

Now we’ve all had that one neighbor that everybody hates right? I have anyways. Those people are one of the hardest to love. Just the meanest most annoying people you’ve ever met right? Well God calls us to love even them. I know crazy right?! Well, I know for a fact that Jesus would have gone up to that guy and said: “I love you no matter what the sin you are struggling with.” So we are called to do the same. That’s not always the easy thing to do but sometimes the hard choice is the best choice.

So many times in the Bible the Pharisees would scold Jesus for hanging out with “that guy” like why would a guy like you hang out with a guy like them? Love, that’s the answer. Unconditional unfailing love.

I know these words aren’t really something easy to read but it’s very important. So next time you just can’t stand someone, pray for them. It not only changes them but it changes your heart towards them. I’m not saying you have to like them, but you must love them.

“Lord help me to love like you do. Help me to love my enemy’s and pray for them. Help me to go up to the weird kid and be their friend. I thank you for your love and grace on us. We don’t deserve it but you made us deserve it by dying on the cross for us. Help me to spread love through out the world and shine your light through me. In Jesus name, I pray, Amen”

Camp NaNoWriMo || Meet Maiya

Hello Readers!

It’s time to, once again, introduce you to another one of my main characters from my novel ‘More At Home With Strangers‘!

As the post title clearly states, I am going to introduce you to Maiya Sterling!

MaiyaChapter 3
Maiya Sterling

Maiya trudged home, the insults of her classmates ringing in her head over and over again. ‘Retard’ is what they had called her, and she had a hard time trying to ignore it. Just like she had a hard time learning anything which only added to the teasing.

As she rounded the corner, Maiya spotted a lone police car sitting in the driveway of her home. No sirens, no lights, just…sitting there. She didn’t think and just ran and within seconds of doing so she started into a coughing fit, gasping and wheezing for breath and she was forced to stop.

“If the doctor could see me now he would have my head on a platter.” Maiya scolded herself as she hurriedly walked to the house, her coughing fit continuing. As she made her way towards the police car an officer got out of the car.

“What-” Maiya wheezed, “What’s going on?” She asked the short woman clad in an officers uniform.

She watched as the officer opened her mouth to speak but from behind her another voice spoke instead. “Come inside, Maiya. We need to talk.”

She whirled around to see the gruff, familiar face of Marcus Taylor standing in the doorway of her home. Maiya’s heart dropped. Not him again.

“I don’t want to talk, Mr. Taylor. I know why you are here.” Maiya blinked back tears telling herself not to cry knowing that would throw her off. “What did mama do? Why am I going to a new home again?”

She watched as the gruff, neutral look on his face melted to a frown. “Same as last time. Same as last time.”

Maiya closed her eyes as a tear slid down her face. “Okay…I’ll pack my things.”


MaiyaOhhhh the unanswered questions. Heehee. I’m just kidding. I’ll tell you a bit more about sweet little Maiya. She’s a fragile, delicate, little creature. (I think of her and see a porcelain doll) Both literally and figuratively. Maiya is a quiet girl who has been through some tough things. Those being struggle to learn/pick up on things quickly making school work a challenge. The other more ‘up in your face’ type thing is that she has breathing issues. Her lungs are rather deformed and really, no one knows how she is even alive in the first place. To make matters worse, she has a mother who could care less about her and is addicted to drugs and alcohol leaving her to fend for herself mostly.  (I can’t say too much because I don’t wanna spoil other back story stuff)

Now…As for Maiya herself. Like I said she is quiet and extremely shy. She is a rather skilled cook and any opportunity she can grasp to cook or bake, she takes. She has no choice but to stick with mainly indoor activities but she would one day love to play soccer if she somehow woke up one day and was miraculously healed.


Now, here is a little bit about Maiya’s style/fashion sense so you can get to know her a bit more. These are some questions I found online….With that said, if you have any questions for Maiya you can comment on this post and I will interview her in another post!


How would you describe your character’s style? Haha. It’s actually kinda hard to say…Kinda a dressy casual look…

If they were a cartoon character, what would be their signature outfit?  A baseball cap, plaid shirt with a geeky t-shirt underneath, a pair of jeans and runners.


Tattoos? Piercings? Nope. Neither.

What color do they wear most often? She usually wears light colors. No color more than the other..but she likes softer looking colors 

Would they wear two different socks?  I don’t think she would really care…so yes.

Do they need fashion advice or do they give it to others? She often gives it to others but she also wants fashion advice cause she doesn’t feel like she can trust her own judgement.

How do they react to having their style criticized?  She dresses for herself and no one else…So she tries to ignore it while secretly running through that criticism in her mind.

What kind of shoes do they prefer wearing?  Sneakers or flip flops.

What do they usually wear at home? Just whatever she wants. Some days its a skirt and dress shirt and some days its sweat and a sweater and others its jeans and a t-shirt. All just depends on the day for her.

Which outfits would they definitely pack for a vacation? She doesn’t have many clothes. Lots of mix and match items so she would just pack whatever she has. Though, she’s never really been on a vacation before…

Do they have a particular skin care routine? The occasional time she gets a zit she will put zit cream on haha. That’s seriously about it. (That counts, right?)

How much do they care about their hair? Quite a lot. She always wants it to look the best she can style it.