I am W. D. Herstun. The owner and curator of the site that is coming together before your eyes. It is an interesting place to join the journey. So. I’ll try to start you somewhere closer to the beginning.
It’s so cliché nowadays to hear someone say R.I.P. to whomever or Long Live whomever –– That’s sad more than it is anything. We hear it so often that it’s almost second nature to us now, just as well as it is to make a t-shirt in memory of them. I’m not talking about people […]
Sometimes I would wonder — What it would feel like to be free? — Free from worry, free from hurt, free of the person I see in the mirror.
So there’s this notion in motherhood that, your children are supposed to be better dressed than you as a mother. And that it’s ok if you walk around looking like a rag doll, as long as your children are well kept. You have minimal standards. You wear sweats, mini-you wears jeans. The world smiles on your mothering skills and ‘sacrifice’.
Who am I? If you didn’t read that in the Petey Pablo “Raise Up” voice, then we are not the same. No, but seriously — Who am I? I am the Queen. (Ask my kids, they’ll tell ya! 😂) I am a 30-year old mother, wife, sister, daughter, and friend. I have been married to […]
The Power of Resiliency Being resilient can take you an extremely long way! Resilient is defined as being able to withstand or recover quickly from difficult conditions. The familiar adage “never let them see you sweat” truly comes into play during moments of resiliency. You never know who looks up to you or generates the […]
I have always loved music. [Read how much music matters to me here.] But, being a stay-at-home parent has changed the way that I listen. I remember racing through aisles at the local store to grab an album the DAY it hit the shelves. I can’t always get to albums as soon as they drop […]
“I see my life in terms of music.” Albert Einstein Songs are like photographs of melodic memories or rhythmic reminders of lessons learned. They can awaken peaceful recollections of salty waves beating white sands smooth; or generate the imaginary smell of hair burning on a hot comb, all within a 3 to 7 minute timeframe. […]
My fingers were beaten grey and gold the same color of my bruises that you would prod at You would feed them to me with spoonfuls of honeyed phrases they stung like a bee I would get caught up in it My throat would stick closed Eyes faintly drooped as if you […]