A Thought from My Last Book

As I write my next book, there is a poem from my THIRD BOOK (click here) that keeps popping into my head.  It goes like this:

AM I TOO MUCH?

I'm sorry for the inadequacies with which you've been stricken.  I'm not, however, sorry for being your fantasy.

It's not my fault. In a vault I do not belong.

I inspire, while you perspire.

Trying to keep track of my every move. Yet, I only wanna schmooze with you, Boo! Believe it or not, it's the truth.

And maybe you DON'T deserve me, the epitome of what makes you happy.

Apparently not, because you reject me. Every chance you get, you reject me. Which is oxymoronic, Mr. Romantic; the one who campaigned so hard for me, the epitome of what makes you happy.

So, how come now... Now, that I'm here, you're not? The hot, gorgeous, timid, intelligent, practical, ambitious, multi-talented passionate & compassionate...

Woops! I'm sorry! Yes, I AM opinionated and demanding, at times... but that's part of my passion, which synergizes my actions.  

As a lady, I consistently keep my word, despite what you've heard about my "kind." The "kind" you've been warned not to marry. Because every Tom, Dick, and Larry wants to carry me... Away from you.

It's true! I really am the epitome of what makes you happy.

Totally, tremendously, truthfully, temptuously. Today. Tonight. Tomorrow.

 

Thanks for stopping by!

Parenting: What's the matter?

The handbook on how to raise a child.  If there ever was such a thing... Yet, we all know that girls and boys are generally taught different gender roles.

In my book "Tell-tale signs of a train wreck," I expound on some of these roles, and the consequences of failure to fulfill them.

My focus has since shifted to the upbringing of my own child.  My goal is to teach him the importance of developing and maintaining strong family ties, while encouraging his individuality, independence, and perseverance; attributes that I possess myself, which makes it easier for me to lead by example.

One day, he will meet a young lady and fall in love.  I want him to be equipped with the self-esteem and other tools necessary to nurture and provide for his own family, so as to ensure his manly competence; that's my job, as a parent.  It's a matter of fact, a matter of life, and a matter maturation.

Mommy loves you, Gabe!

The train stops here!

Pay attention to the signs. Later, you'll be glad you did. Trust me!