COMING SOON - INSTALLMENT #3 OF "THE ARENA"

I've been a little busy these days, but installment #3 of The Arena is right around the corner! I'm not sure where Avery is headed just yet, but you can bet she's in for some trouble!
I remember being that age too. My parents were not like Avery's and my childhood was less than perfect. But I will say this, if I could have my mom back that would be the best gift ever. I have to wait until Jesus comes back, but that's okay. Avery, well, she's going to have to wait longer than that.
Well peeps, talk to ya soon!
Monua

SO YOU WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD EH?

Many people want to change the world. Cool, great. So do I. But let me ask you this. Why? What do you have to contribute to humanity? Is it through a good book? Movie? Blog? What? 

For sure all of the above has changed our world in one way or another whether good, bad or indifferent.
But what's been going through my mind is this. You want to set the world on fire and "make a difference", but you can't make a difference in your own household.

You want to know what changes the world? First off...your life. How you live it from the inside out. Secondly, the bi-product of that life that is an example to your kids, grandkids, co-workers, etc. 

Changing the world is a wonderful thing. But let me ask, are you SELFLESS enough to do it? Is Honor, Integrity, Loyalty and Courage the fabric of your character? 

Do the people around you know you for being self-centered and shallow? Or do they see someone who walks humbly yet strong, non-judgmental of others, giving, able to get past your own dysfunction and critical ways?

Changing the world in a manner that is productive to humanity starts with knowing yourself on a "soulular" level. And if you do not like what you see, then let the Lord change it. 

Next, success. Hmmm. Success isn't the amount of money you have in your bank account. Success is right character and your kids or those that know you looking up to you because you took time building into them. Success is being able to look in the mirror at yourself and knowing you've done the right things for the right reasons. Success is getting past yourself and seeing others through the eyes of forgiveness and wisdom. And those are just a few things.

How many of our young people have parents who are working constantly to make a buck instead of taking five minutes to sit and just chat with their kids. Do your kids see you living an upright life at home? Or do they look at you with a jaded sense of "is that what adulthood is all about?"

Changing the world eh? 

Is the end result of your endeavor money? Fame? Let me ask you this. Would you still want to change the world if it didn't make you a dime and you never made it on the best seller list?

Success is not all "good looks" either. That's called genes. Not hard work. I agree with something "Chris" Ashton Kutcher said recently..."The sexiest thing in the entire world is being really smart. And being thoughtful. And being generous. Everything else is crap!" . 

Looks fade and withers over time like a lot of things do. When you rely on external things to validate your individuality, you don't have much. Just sayin'. And when other people's opinion validates you, you have serious issues.

Book of Monua says, embrace who God made you to be, then help others along the way.

Everyone has a destiny and a purpose...fulfill it.

Just a thought... ~M

I hope all of you had a safe and Happy Thanksgiving!
I, along with many others suffered from a turkey coma LOL! Good food, good company...that's a true blessing. Even though I wasn't able to be with a few people I hold dear, the day was still super.
2013 has passed so quickly! Hard to believe Christmas is only weeks away. So many things to do and so many things can happen in between. For me, I am refusing to get caught up in the craziness of the masses at the mall. Life has too many important things to be concerned about; and besides, sitting at my fave coffee place writing a blog with a great cup of joe does it for me. It also keeps me halfway sane in an insane world. Come on, you 'd love to be doing the same thing so just chill.
Now, back to The Arena.
After two segments, it's amazing to me the questions and speculations about what is to come. 
Although Avery is a fictional character, she may remind you of someone you know or know of. That's what stories are all about. Even if the story is fiction there is usually a little truth to them. A good story keeps the questions going :)
I hope to publish another installment soon (because I'm not exactly sure the twists and turns to come). This is a "shoot from the hip" story; okay, my author friends would probably call me crazy...but then again I'm not exactly conventional am I?
Well peeps, until the next time, have a super and safe weekend.
~M

The Arena - Christmas Eve Monua Cary 2013 Copyright

My brain is revved up these days about writing. Although I may not be very good at it, there is always room for storytelling. To each his own I suppose.
This particular story started about 30+ years ago in one form or another. A little over a decade ago I put together one page. So here we are. Where do I go from here who knows; it is what it is.
Again, this is going to be in pieces.....so here is another "Piece"...enjoy.

The Arena

Monua Cary

©2013

Christmas Eve

As boring as home life was on a regular basis, today took the absolute cake Avery thought. Boring boring boring! If she could shout it from every corner of the house she would! “My family is so lame!” Avery’s thoughts screamed. Restriction sucks regardless of why, she thought as she paced the floor in her bedroom. The walls seemed to close in around her. Kicking the clothes that laid precariously on the floor, she took little satisfaction as they hurled through the air and silently into the far wall.
“Avery, you know you were wrong in not telling us you went to Bryan’s house without our permission. It isn’t proper for a young lady. In my day..” “I don’t care what you did in your day!” Avery screamed at her mother. “I’m not a kid anymore! You and dad just don’t want me to have a life! I’m tired of you guys controlling my life! I hate you!” turning, she stormed down the hall to her room. Life was just so unfair! Bryan was her best friend and he always had her back. Up until today that is. His dad was the deacon in the church, and no matter what Bryan did, his dad always took up for him. Bryan could get by with murder and his dad would smooth it over. So when they got caught at his house alone without his parents knowing, and of course her mom definitely not knowing, all hell broke loose. Okay, maybe the vodka bottle and glasses on the table along with a little weed was wrong, but hey, it’s our life right? We’re young adults and perfectly able to take care of our own business! Righhhhhtttt. So what does Bryan do? That weasel tells his dad it was my idea! “NOW I’m GROUNDED and my life is OVER!” she yelled to Bryan from her moms’ cell phone, which she conveniently swiped in her tirade down the hall to her room. “Don’t be such a girl Avery, it will all blow over and everything will be back to normal. I’ll talk to my dad and he’ll talk to your dad, and voila! All done.”
“Dude, you have no idea what you’ve done! My mom will KEEP me grounded til I graduate! You threw me under the freakin’ bus man, and I’m really ticked off! How could you do that to me?” “Avery listen, It’s all ok, okay? Trust me chica, have I ever not come through?” Bryan was smooth, and Avery couldn’t resist his charm. He was her best friend after all, and yeah he messed up sometimes, but things got fixed one way or another. His dad also had clout at church and so maybe things would get patched up soon. He’d talk to her parents. But there was that nagging thought about mom. Mom meant what she said and restriction meant just that…no life for who knows how long! Avery could deal with her mom being such a tough case, but when it came to her dad, she couldn’t stand the look of disappointment on his face when she screwed up.  He was her rock, and pillow to soften the blow of moms’ sentencing. Derek McFadden was her hero. Tall, dark and handsome….”for a parent” she thought wryly. Dad was as honest as the day was long. If there really were Christians out there, her dad was the real dealio. Not like Bryan’s dad, the deacon; who always seemed to twist things around to make it seem right. She had to give her parents credit for something, Bryan’s dad was creepy. They were wrong about Bryan though. He was gorgeous and smart. Captain of the football team, he could have any girl at school he wanted, and he wanted ME. He was a real life Thor in the flesh. Mom said “he wants something you shouldn’t give Avery. You’re a lovely young lady and deserve respect. Boys like him only want one thing, and then they’ll be done with you and move on to the next girl. He isn’t a nice boy”….”NICE?” dude! He was nice, and handsome and so…so…perfect! Mom was totally wrong!
“And now I’m freaking grounded!” yelling once again, hoping her parents would hear her loud and clear from the kitchen.
“I’ve got to get outta here! But how?”  
A light tapping on her door, Avery looked over at the closed entrance to her room. “They can all go pound salt for all I care!” keeping those thoughts locked inside of her brain and not onto her tongue…that would mean forever shackled to this room!
“Avery?” her dad said softly. “Av? Can you hear me hon?”  “Crap!” she thought. Dad always called her Av, sounded like Abe, but with a V. Calling her Av always made her calm and feel…well, feel loved. Like being wrapped in a down blanket on a wintry day by the fire. Dad could always soothe her fears and keep her from completely going berserk; unlike her mother who was always preaching to her about Jesus and His love, and getting saved; all that Christian stuff. Didn’t her mom know she wasn’t interested in Jesus right now. She had plenty of time to think about Christianity. Maybe when she got older and life was almost over, she might. Whatever. It always made her upset when Mrs. Susan McFadden would make her feel like she was always going to hell for something. Mom was Miss Perfect! Never said a bad word in her life probably!
Tap tap, “Av?”, “yeah dad I’m here.” Her staunch resolve melting for the bazillionth time, she opened the door to find her dad smiling that perfect smile of his. Reaching his arms to her, he pulled her into a big hug. “C’mon, let’s go have some of those cookies your mom has been slaving over”, kissing her on the forehead and down the hall they went. “I love you dad, but this is far from over!” she thought as she put her arm around the only hero that walked the earth…well, except Bryan of course.

To be continued......

 

The Arena - Monua Cary Copyright 2013

As I mentioned awhile back, I am writing a "blog story"...it will show up in pieces but I am having fun writing. Pardon the grammatical errors, it's storytelling, not english class LOL!

Enjoy.....


PROLOGUE

The concrete was cold and hard, pebbles were burrowing into the soft skin of her back and arms. The discomfort was nothing compared to the pain from her swollen and bruised jaw, thanks to Bryan, her so-called best friend and ally.
What day is it? Time? How long has it been since....It was holiday season wasn't it? A time when families came together in love and lots of great food. When moms and dads, "oh God I miss them" Avery anguished, would tell stories and bring presents. She could smell the cookies in the oven, and her mouth watered at the thought. When was the last time she ate? It's been days? A flashback of dad smiling while he served his famous cocoa. The warmth from the fireplace that separated the living room from the kitchen. Okay, mom had that awful Christmas music blaring; "what I would give to go back to that moment". With her Bible in one hand and a cookie in the other, mom would sit us down in the living room and read the Christmas Story to her and Katie, the little blonde haired cherub who called her "her big Sissie". The tree was fabulous. One of those pine trees that stood majestic above all others, painstakingly decorated by her and her family. The ceiling in the living room was 20 feet and the tree, Angel at the top, almost touched it. There must have been a couple of hundred ornaments and a thousand lights, all alight as if to shout the Glory of the Season. It was a time of being thankful for God's Provision mom said. A time to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, the One Who came to save His people from their sins.
"Yeah right, You took my family from me"...as the tears fell freely down her cheeks. Shaken out of her vision of past happiness by the rattling of keys, Avery was torn back to reality.
She felt very cold, not from the room, but from the terror you felt when a predator was about. The hair stands up on your body and your stomach tightens and nausea threatens to take over.
Feeling alone and very vulnerable, she looked up at the ceiling, "why can't I feel you now?" "hopeless, you don't exist do You?" as she shook her head.
"No, He doesn't Avery", a voice crackled from the speaker mounted in the wall on the other side of the room. "Avery, we can help you. Forget about that Bible stuff. You can be free, just say the word. Your mom and dad would be proud of you". "Bryan? Bryan is that you?". Barely able to sit up due to lack of sleep and food, she sat upright with a start. She'd kill Bryan if she could.
"No, it's daddy". This time she bolted to her feet and hobbled as quickly as her bruised body would allow til she stood directly underneath the black speaker box. DADDY! Is it true? Maybe he was here to rescue her from this hell! Maybe God missed him or left him on earth to whisk her away to safety!
Could it be?
"Daddy?"........

WHEN CANCER HITS....YOU ARE NOT ALONE

I have had many friends and family hit with cancer; some survived, some didn't. It is a loss that can only be understood by those affected by it. Cancer is an ugly word, and it brings a bleakness with it that teeters on a wall of faith and unbelief at the same time. A hope that may or may not play out like we want it to. 
Never having cancer myself, I don't know the feeling. I can't understand the earth shattering realization of a diagnosis that can bring utter hopelessness and the full force of ones mortality right up in your face. No, I don't know the anxiety of having doctors appointments up the wazoo or the pain of a bone marrow test. The physical inconvenience of a chemo-port is unimaginable let alone the taste of chemicals during many hours of treatment for months on end. Then there is the fatigue, nausea, throwing up and body pain that the cancer itself brings. Tons of medications day after day...
No, I don't understand.
But...what I do understand is, the sheer terror a mother feels when her only child tells her that they have cancer. Regardless of the survival rate, there is always the percentage of those who didn't make it. Having Faith that they will be healed...or not. Trying to put on a brave face when they are so positive and you're going through an emotional hell.
Every time you see a picture of your child, you are reminded of the innocence they had and no matter how old they are, that's who you see, your baby, your child.
The feelings of hopefulness...and helplessness. 
The importance of supporting your child and keeping as much stress away from them as possible, and forgetting sometimes that although they look "okay", they aren't. 
I know these feelings well. The times when all you can do is rub their back, make soup, or run out in the middle of the night for meds and special needs. 
No matter how well things are going, there is a nagging "what if" in the back of your mind. Maybe you're enjoying a movie or music, or just working, then out of nowhere something triggers full on tears. 
Thoughts are powerful. Feelings are powerful. Faith is powerful. Doubt is powerful.
I just want to encourage you that these feelings are normal. It's okay. You will make it. Be the support they need. Love them, hold them. Never let a day go by that you don't tell them you love them. Life is precious. My child is in a healing pattern and I'm thankful for every moment he is in my life. Keep your chin up. I understand your pain as a parent and as a support person. Life throws nasty curve balls, but throw them right back. 
When you're feeling like hell has broken loose, there are those of us who will help hold your arms up. We've been there and we will help you through it. Through the emotions. At least I will. You will make mistakes, that's par for the course. You won't do everything right, that's okay too. You won't always be a perfect support, get over it. Just remember... YOU ARE NOT ALONE....

RELEVANCE TO IRREVERENCE

I read an article recently about why young people leave the church, and it totally hit the proverbial "nail on the head"; however  I want to take this subject a little further.  

First off, I am not blasting people or church, and I am not being judgmental. Each of us will answer to God for our lives. In saying that, I will now continue.... :)

The church is trying to "fit in" and be "cool" and in doing so, our attempt to be relevant in a world who needs Jesus, can turn into "irreverent". How? do you ask. Let's start with: Holiness. If we mirror the world in ways that we are supposed to be set apart, why would the world want to change? If our form of dress, conversation, lifestyle, how we treat others, and "accountability quotient" reflects an unchanged life, well, only you know who you are. 

We serve a Holy God, and He doesn't conform to 21st Century social mindsets and graces; although the world constantly tries to tailor God to their image. He said that He changes not, and that He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. The difference the church makes will only come about when we know who we are in Christ and live as the individual He called us to be for Him, not Him for us. Are we in relationship or religion?

People are seeking fulfillment in their heart, a stability and peace that they can't put their finger on. We are wired for a spiritual relationship with our Heavenly Father and the only way the world can see Him is through us. The Holy Spirit draws people to Jesus, we don't. You might have a great worship team and a dozen programs going on all week (there isn't anything wrong with that), but the fact remains, are you living a Spirit-Filled life so that others are drawn by your witness to the One who called you?
In compromising holiness, your actions can be not only irrelevant, but eventually irreverent because of trying to please people by being "cool". People really don't desire that believe it or not. As Christians, we don't fit in. The Bible says the world will HATE us for His namesake. Guess what? That isn't the popular place to be is it? The Bible also says that if you're friends with the world you are an ENEMY of God. 

Here is another way we should be different: John 13:35 says "By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another."  If we are bickering among one another, hating one another, talking about one another, the love of Christ isn't there. In fact, 1 John 3:15 calls anyone who hates their brother or sister (in the Lord) a murderer. And 1 John 4:20 states that if you say you love God and hate your brother you are a liar. Pretty harsh? I didn't say it, the Lord did, take it up with Him.

I understand that there are ministries out there who are in it to make money, and it is shameful. So at this juncture I want to encourage you to examine your life. Are you living a life set apart for the Lord? Is church a routine? Are your prayers dry and you feel unfulfilled? Paul said he died daily. You will be tested, you will face challenges. You will never "measure up" to the worlds' standards and life is going to be rough. Til you draw your last breath you will face many things. But you know what? You CAN do all things through CHRIST who strengthens you. If you draw near to God, He WILL draw near to you.
Remember, it's relationship not religion.

Don't get caught up with the "Joneses", you really won't be happy if you're too busy trying to please others instead of trying to please God. Let your actions speak louder than anything you have to say. Trust me when I say, people are watching your life when you claim to be a Christian. Christian means you are a follower of Christ and that you are to be like Him....it may seem like your family or your co-workers aren't paying attention, but they are. They may give you a bad time and make your life miserable, but they watch you like a hawk. People really want to know if there is a stability and wholeness in the world, and to know if God really exists and He is Who He says He is. So, they watch YOU because you are an ambassador and representative of the Kingdom of God. 

In closing, if you are not living the Lords' best for your life, and you know you're missing out on a relationship with Him like you should have, I would like to pray with you....

"Jesus, you know my heart. I've been away a long time and I don't know you like I should. I'm sorry and I ask your forgiveness. Spirit of the Lord, please draw my heart back to where it needs to be, in relationship with my Savior. Help me to be who I need to be, teach me and guide me, comfort me. Lord, you are awesome and I praise your Holy name. Father, I love you and I thank you for your mercy and your goodness. Create in me a clean heart and renew a right spirit within me. In Jesus name, Amen

My heart is to see the church being about the Fathers' business; that we lead by example and live in relationship with our Lord so that the world will see a light in these dark times.

May the Lord keep you safe and in His love, ~M

OFFENDED CHRISTIANS - No, you don't get your own corner of Heaven

Oft times when I get ticked off about something, I have to have an outlet. And writing seems to do it for me. In fact I co-authored a book on Personal Accountability and Responsibility because I was really mad about the lack of same in regards to high ranking martial artists. By the way, I am a 7th degree Black Belt myself, which allows an older broad like myself the platform to do that sort of thing.

So here I am again...ticked off at people who have offense in their heart towards others and think it's okay. Like they're going to have their own corner of Heaven to stay away from the folks they couldn't stand on Earth. Let me fill you in on a little secret, don't get all comfy thinking you're going to make it there at all if you have offense or hatred in your heart towards a brother or sister in the Lord. 

But Monua, they did this or that...so what. If you don't let it go you put yourself in a position above God. Yeah, I said that. See, when we accept Jesus as our Savior, He forgives us of our sins. He can do that. Now, if you think you're the Savior and can hold sins against others, you basically are delusional not to mention in spiritual trouble. Have I dealt with this? Oh yeah. Many times. Just when I thought I was over something, that person came around or did their usual "stuff" and that upset rose up in my emotions. Which meant I hadn't forgiven them. I had to repent, again. 

This is the dealio, let it go. If you offended someone, go to them and apologize. If they accept it great! If not, then it's on their head not yours. Move on. Don't allow yourself to be in a self-imposed emotional prison over it any longer. Visualize letting it go and handing it over to God.

I know people who still hold past marriage crap against their ex...and the ex is a Christian. And that person is supposed to be a Christian themselves! Really?! 

No, you don't get to avoid them in Heaven, if you even make it there! Make it right here so you can avoid a whole lot of trouble in the future.

Yeah, I'm being real here folks. Get over your offense. Pray about it and let it go. There are times when things won't get rectified with the other person. It is what it is. But your destiny and purpose is more important than other people's hangups. Simple as that.

This is where I back up what I'm teaching you, with Scripture. By the way, if you don't believe in the Bible or Jesus, that's okay too. But trust me when I say, that disease can follow hatred, and so does depression. Just sayin'....don't defeat your own purpose by cutting off your nose to spite your face.

Anyway, 1 John 4:20 says "If someone says, "I love God," but hates a Christian brother or sister, that person is a liar; for if we don't love people we can see, how can we love God, whom we cannot see?"NLT.

1 John 2:9 says if you say you're in the light and you hate your brother you're still in darkness.

So do us all a favor, stop calling yourself a follower of Christ if you are rude and mean and say bad things about other believers. It's not up to you to be judge and jury. In fact, you're placing judgement on your own head. Just sayin' .

Treat others how you want to be treated. However, I'm not saying you have to go buy curtains with these people, just be cool. Be a good example of how Christ wants you to be. Pray for them and ask God to fix it. Be courteous, and let your actions be top drawer. But do yourself a favor, let it go. It's rough and unpleasant, but people will be people and you can't change anyone but YOU.

I totally understand this situation so I'm speaking from experience. I still deal with it. But I found that asking the Lord to fix it takes a huge burden off of my heart. It would be great if we could all just get along with each other. But reality is reality and not everyone is going to like you or forgive you or be nice to you...even if you apologize or be nice to them or whatever amends you do.

Trust me when I say, I hold my Christian brothers and sisters to account. Have you ever been embarrassed because a family member was acting like a total bonehead? Well, some of you need to stop making the rest of your "family" look bad and straighten up. 

Just because you go to a burger shop doesn't make you a hamburger, so just because you go to church and look and act good, doesn't make you a true Believer or Christian. 

Accountability is doing the right things the right way and for the right reasons. Personal Accountability and Responsibility is moment by moment for a lifetime. Your destiny and legacy depend on it. Humanity needs people who are productive in building into the lives of others. Whether or not you belong to a particular faith or no faith at all even.

But yes, this is written mainly to my Christian family. Straighten up and fly right, like my mom would say.

So, in closing, I would like to encourage you to reflect on what you might be doing to hold yourself back. Offense is a huge destiny blocker. It keeps you in a prison you can't see. That's how unforgiveness works peeps. It hurts you and affects everyone else around you.

Be the "bigger" person. Be the example to your family and friends that you should be. Trust me when I say, it isn't words that make a person. In fact, shut up and let your life do the speaking.

Just a thought :) ~M

MY OPINION ON THE TRAGIC STORY REGARDING TRAYVON MARTIN

Today the leader of the free world spoke about how "this could have been him 35 years ago". And after reading the article on MSNBC, I had to agree to some extent. My Pastor is a black man and I happen to know that because of the color of his skin, people (depending on the neighborhood) have shown the type of behavior exemplified in what the media has been touting since Zimmerman was found not guilty.
I believe that what happened was a tragic loss of life that should never have happened. I believe Zimmerman was stupid and acted out of stupidity and disregard for another human being. In my opinion he acted irresponsibly with his own life, because it could have turned out the other way. But, the Judicial system that our Country has, said not guilty, and that is to be respected to a high degree. I have a son with cancer and the thought of losing him terrifies me. Now, I also understand what it is like to lose a family member to senseless violence. With a firearm, and in a restaurant. My stepbrother wasn't black, he was half Mexican, and the "crush" of my life. Now, the difference I see here is, did we rile up the city against each other because of what happened? Did we cause riot or strife in our grief? Did we bring up race or color of skin? I reply with a resounding NO!
I grew up in the hood. My friends were Native American and most of them were Black, and my "Aunt" was black; and her kids were my cousins (not blood but close enough!) You might say my family was "color-blind". We lived by judging people by their character, not the color of their skin.
There is no amount of political agenda or riot or anything negative, that will bring back to life this young man. I grieve with his family.
But, in America, thousands of underprivileged young people are exploited, murdered and sold for human trafficking because of the blind eye of your everyday joe-schmoe. And those in power refuse to raise a hand to help (of course this is my own observation and opinion). Will harder gun laws stop violence with a firearm? That's like saying alcoholics will stop killing people with their cars. Bad people do bad things with whatever they have because why? Because they do not have a respect for human life.
What I see happening here is not compassion for this young man or the hell his parents are going through. I see an agenda to push legislation through that some people were not able to in the first place.
I also see women being forced back into silence from their abusers because they will no longer be able  to legally, justifiably, protect themselves with a firearm. I say this because the talk of the day is going against the "stand your ground" law. When I grew up, you just plain protected yourself and the justice system weighed the circumstances, period. Seems we have a name for everything these days.
"Balance" cannot be legislated. Personal Accountability and Responsibility cannot be legislated. Turning Americans against one another is not the answer.
What we need to be doing is living our lives by EXAMPLE, in true Honor, Integrity, Loyalty and Courage. How do we do that? One person at a time. You see, Personal Accountability and Responsibility is moment by moment for a lifetime. Future generations are counting on us to lead the way. But if we lead the way with a legislative leash around our necks, all you will get is rebellion and division.
Let's start figuring out WHO we are as individuals before we dictate how others should be. You are not going to be able to embrace the individuality of others or absorb their weaknesses if you don't confront yourself. History has great examples to follow: Jesus, Gandihi, Martin Luther King Jr.; it's not impossible. Personally, I am a follower of Jesus; but I learn many things from great men like I previously mentioned. They LIVED it, they walked the talk.
In closing let me say this. Division can only cause degeneration and degradation, but Unity will be the solution for a multitude of issues of the day.
Let us reason together in our grief. Not only for this young man, but for everyone who is suffering in our Great Land we call America. Let's be the solution, not the problem.
Just a thought... ~M

I'M BACK AND LOTS OF THINGS ARE GOING ON!!!!!!

Hello all!

I decided to do the unthinkable and close my Facebook page!!!

Which means I will be doing things semi-old fashioned for now, and actually try to communicate in a more personal way.

What I have decided to do is concentrate on articles, short stories, and what's going on in my world.

Some of it will be of help...and some won't, but that's cool. 

Each of us travel a road that will hopefully intersect with one another at some point, so I hope to see and hear from y'all soon!

I am sooooo looking forward to writing more and sharing my thoughts with you!

Have a super rest of your week!

Monua Cary