This poem was written in response to Hunger and Homelessness Awareness Week in November 2010. She is a coordinator for the National Coalition's Faces of Homelessness Speakers' Bureau, and the story she shares in this poem is 100% real; it's that of one of her speakers, Rick. This was written to raise awareness, so please feel free to share.

Cover Your Eyes

    I don't know if I should be amused or flattered. I was just checking my blog hits and how people have stumbled upon me. Imagine my shock and awe when this came up on a google search: "Carrie Lynne" anal  I had no idea that I was that famous. I am still snickering over it and can't wait to share this story with the girls.

I'm In Love

I think that Jim and I will be getting back together after the first of the year. Everyone deserves a second chance don't you think?
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Jim

All Jacked Up

I'm at home today all jacked up on NyQuil and no place to go.
 I want to visit some blogs if you have any suggestions leave me a link so I can go stalk.

http://weightwhat.blogspot.com/
Hey, there's nothing wrong with recreational drug use when done responsibly.

Santa Baby

Santa Baby

Santa Baby,

I have been very good this year. Please disregard what Father Paul has told you, I think he needs to go to confession. Okay so with that being said I would like to present to you my list of things I want for Christmas.


1. Tickets to see Wicked the Musical.

















2. I need a new camera as mine has died a horrible death.

3. A Bread maker

Thank You Santa xox

The Dishwasher

My daughter puts dishes in the dishwasher and turns it on. I can't really complain she is doing dishes. But what drives me crazy is her idea of putting dishes away. The only time the dishes come out of the dishwasher is for her own personal use. She emptys the dishwasher on a as need basis. I was wondering what had happened to all my silverware and now know. Anyone else have kids that half way complete their chores?

My Secret Peanut Butter Cookies

Can you keep a secret? I knew you could. I am letting you in on my own super secret easiest ever recipe. I like to call these "There's Chocolate in my Peanut Butter" cookies. If you don't like chocolate ( you're weird) you can omit it form the recipe. You might want to double up the recipe as these go fast. The following recipe is worth it's weight in gold, I traded a batch for a new stove! ( I really did!)

Okay gather up about 50 ingredients ( gotcha).

One 16 oz. jar of peanut butter smooth or crunchy.

One cup of sugar

One egg

Now mix all three secret ingredients together. Next roll the mixture into balls. Place on a ungreased cookie sheet. Flatten the cookies with the back of a fork. Dip the fork in sugar to keep from sticking to the dough.

Place the cookies into a pre-heated 350 degree oven for 10 -12 minutes. while your waiting unwrap Hershey kisses and see how many you can eat before the cookies are done. As soon as the cookies come out of the oven stick an unwrapped chocolate in the middle of the cookie. Transfer cookies to mouth err umm plate using a spatula. Pour yourself a big glass of ice cold milk sit back turn on some Christmas music ( I suggest Santa Baby by MaDonna) and enjoy!!!

Grandma's House

Going to Grandmas

At Hospice there was a reception desk and on the desk sat a candy dish. The dish was made of cheap imitation cut to look like crystal glass. The sight of the sun glistening off that candy dish flashed me back in time. For a moment I closed my eyes and was transported back to the early sixties. I found myself remembering my grandmother. My father’s mother.
My grandmother watched soap operas. No one was allowed to talk while her soaps were on. So I would amuse myself by wandering around her house. One of my favorite things to do was to climb up all the twenty two steps of her staircase. Upon reaching the top stair I would sit down and bump my way back down on my butt one step at a time. This was not an easy feat as there were obstacles to be avoided on my descent. I was always careful not to knock over the piles of years worth of TV guides that were stacked high on the edge of every step. Grandma was a legend before her time. Grandma was a hoarder.
After my aerobic activities I would go in search of candy. Grandma always had candy at her house. Her candy dish was a recycled (before it was cool to do so) glass mayonnaise jar. The candy in Grandma’s jar was always leftover Christmas ribbon candy. In the thick heat of a sweltering July afternoon I would attempt to extract that candy from its finale resting place. I never got to taste the fruits of my labor. The Christmas ribbon candy stayed welded tightly to the bottom of that glass jar. Try as I might I was never able to get the candy unglued. In all probability this was probably a lifesaver. ( no pun intended)

Daddy's Girl ( a work in progress)

Daddy’s Girl

My father passed away on a bitterly cold November evening three years ago. It is only natural that thoughts of him have been running rampant throughout my mind. As my father lay dying in a Hospice facility I was his constant companion. I stayed by his side twenty-four hours a day for the last three days of his life. I spent those last days in deep conversation with him. There was no subject that was taboo.
My mother and father had divorced when I was fifteen years old. After their divorce I had no contact with my father for many years. I reentered his life after the birth of my first child some ten years later. My father had by that time remarried and taken on the bonus of two step daughters . I had gained one wicked step-mother. Our reunion was short lived as we had a major fall out over his drinking habits. As a child I did not have a choice to not be around him when he was drinking. But as an adult I realized that I did have the capacity to control the situation. I left my father’s house that day and never looked back. Twenty more years of my life would pass and lead me back to him and into this room that smelled of death.
I wanted answers to questions that had never been asked before. I was no longer the scared little girl who trembled in the night at the sound of her father’s raucous voice. I was brave. This time I had the power.

Wicked the musical - defying gravity
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