~I am somebody with a purpose who desires to tell her story.—Kim Sisto Robinson
I. Am. Somebody.
I am the daughter of a high school dropout, a stay at home mother, a chocolate chip cookie maker, a hugger, a mouth kisser, a Jesus lover, and she adored me before I inhaled my first breath. At 16 years old, I became her Master Class. And she became my hero.
“Joy is the infallible sign of the presence of God.” ― Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
I’m waving to the Conductor.
—Dear, writers, readers, lovers, bloggers, passionate citizens, daddy, & rebels with a cause,
I would like to introduce you to my latest, much loved, stalk-worthy, intellectual, hip site, which my piece,
Pet Peeves do not make good pets —Bo Bennet
- I hate that tiny bit of saliva resting on the side of your lip like a piece of costume jewelry.
- I hate when you begin every sentence with I and Me and My.
No More– “he had a bad childhood, or “he was depressed,” or “he couldn’t help himself.” NO. MORE.—-Kim Sisto Robinson
My sister & soul-mate
1. I was just kidding.
It’s a LIE. Hurting another person is NEVER a joke (verbally or physically)
Maya Angelou said: “ “When someone shows you who they are, believe them; the first time.”
I Loved Madonna!!!
1. You tell a student at school that you like her lacy, black Madonna gloves–and she
retorts, “Who is Madonna, Mrs. Robinson? ((SIGH))
“Social Media isn’t about “reach” as much as it is about “reach out”.” ― Michele Jennae
It’s like being back in high school. Those same feelings. Those same insecurities. The popular girls whispering secrets in the hallway, snickering, tossing long blond hair, disregarding, aloof, arctic ice.
I don’t know about you, but I recall those days of not belonging, not fitting in, not being enough. Weird Goth girl. Too much ebony eye-liner. An abundance of lipstick. Hiding behind words.