Poetry.

Promiscuity is a choice.

What do you get when you mix alcohol, slow dancing, a young woman with low self-esteem and good looking men who see in her something she’d always hoped they would? Trouble, trouble and more trouble….and a secret that she wished she could share.

Nothing like getting all dolled up for New Year’s Eve, and there’s nothing like two young women on the prowl! You can always find trouble to get into if you look hard enough.

A poem about drug addiciton and the lifestyle of a drug addict.

I weaved together separate parts of Shakespeare’s Macbeth.

Brief evolution from childhood to motherhood.