A Tiger and Her Stripes

Matthew 7:13-14(NIV) 13.)"Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. 14.) But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it. I spent my childhood on that narrow road. In church, in the choir, mime team, I was in just about everything as many of you know. I knew the way and that did not stop me from straying. You see what most don't know about that narrow road is that attached to the narrow road is side streets with a lot of twist and turns. Here you are looking at the road ahead of you and seemingly long and boring nothing but a set path those side roads start to get interesting. You may stop one day and put one foot on the other side of that broad road and kind of stand between the two realizing that nothin g has happened to you you figure that you can go down that road just a little bit as long as you keep the narrow one within sight you can always go back

I've been sitting here thinking about my Aunt Kay who died of breast cancer two months ago today. And I started thinking about a dream I had about my grandmother long after she passed. As always I was at my grandmothers house I remember searching the house asking everyone there if they had seen grandma everyone said no. I went outside and in the driveway was a white stretch limo white guy driving blond hair blue eyes smile on his face with a sort of serene look. I asked Granddaddy. " Where's grandma?" He just smile his smile. nothing was said nothing was done he just stood there and so did I. I felt a calming force come over me and I understood that she was gone. He never stopped smiling. He just got in the limo and when I blinked it was gone. That dream is very different from the dream I had about my Aunt Kay. In the dream about my Aunt Kay the entire family was over to the house for something. I began searching the house asking where Kay was and everyone said t

In my 28 years of life I have started and stopped so many different projects. I have started and stopped learning to tap dance, jazz dance, piano, band, high school, college, jobs, you get the picture. One of the things that I can't seem to pick up again is writing. Poetry, short stories, and the novel I just can't seem to get right. My dream is to write yet lately I haven't been able to write so much as a blog post coherently enough to satisfy my starving creative gene. Is it all the TV that I have been watching lately? That could very well be so. But, I have come to realize that the reason why I can't seem to write, or even find the inspiration to write is that I lost faith in love. Losing faith in love is a very big thing for someone who write mostly love stories, and an even bigger issue for someone who is so distraught with love that they can't even write the dark poetry that once brought them solace and comfort. It took one conversation to realize that just

Hello, My Name is Nicki. I am 28 years old, and this blog is meant to be one of opinion and open discussion. My life long dream is to one day write something that will touch lives in positive ways. I want people to read and come to an understanding of the things that not only I see happening in the world around me but what others see as well. This is a place for standing up for what you believe in. However, this is also a place in which I expect everyone to understand each other and communicate with each other in a respectful manner. If you cannot comply with this one request I will ask that you leave this page. Have a wonderful day or night. And welcome to my world.