A.M. Glover

Have you ever wanted to just fit in when everyone else is not like you or rather when you are not like everyone else? This is usually common among teenagers and young people but it is not exclusive to just them alone. I have seen a lot of adults who are like that. I ask myself why. Why? Really why? Why be a copycat? Why try to be something that you are not? We've all done it some time or the other, but to make it a life's dream to be someone or something you are not, then that is a bit too much. Don't aim to be a copycat. God has made you unique. Special. You are one of a kind. Just be yourself and stand out from the crowd. Have a blessed day/night! :)

I just want to take the time to wish all moms out there a happy and blessed Mother's Day! A mother's job is never done is it? There is always something that a mother wants to do for her child. It may be to get something (purchased or made), do something such as a call or text or even cook a meal or favorite dish. Then there are the never ending prayers. No matter how grown the kids get, a praying mom keeps on praying. Many mothers are good mothers. They care for their children and what happens to them. They want to hold them or try to be there for them when life does not go well for them.  A mother is not superwoman but she sure does hold many capes. In her child's eyes, she is strong and cannot do wrong. She is readily available whether physically or through communicating from a phone, computer or some other method. She cooks the best meals. Her touch or voice is very soothing. She can bring a smile to her child's face. Everything is alright when mom is there for he

I was doing some spring cleaning on Friday and I came across some stuff which brought back memories. Painful memories. It wasn't something that I think about everyday but the thoughts go to that distant place every once in a while.  It was over fourteen years ago and I was thirteen weeks pregnant. My hubby and I were super excited. We already had names planned for it. We couldn't wait! Then early one January morning, I woke up with a coughing fit. It did not want to stop. Then I had one spell where I gave a big cough and sat up in bed from it. At that very moment, I felt something. I hurried to the bathroom and saw blood. I couldn't believe it! We hastened to get ready and went to the Health Department where I was a patient at that time. They took me in and I went through the check ups. They listened for heartbeat and found none. When they took an ultrasound, their suspicions were confirmed. The foetus had died. We were devastated. I was in shock. My husband and I held e