Life is tough my darling, but so are you

Life is tough my darling, but so are you. Stephanie Bennett-Henry

You never know how tough and strong you can be until you have a sick child. You want to run and hide. You get angry. You scream. You cry. You feel helpless. You feel fear. You don’t understand all the big medical words.

Confusion sets in. You feel small, helpless, weak.

You fall to your knees. You look to the sky. You pray.

You find strength. You find hope. You find understanding. You find peace.







Regret. Do you ever think about the things in your life you wish you hadn’t done? When I hear the word regret, I picture a black wall. I think of should have, would have, could have. I see a fork in the road. Do I take the left side or the right? What if I make the wrong decision. My ears hear moaning and sighs. I picture hands covering a face as the head moves back and forth.

I have things I regret. I regret chasing my sister through the house and busting through the glass door. I regret eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal when I had the stomach flu. I regret back talking my mom in the checkout line in Wal-Mart. I regret not studying for that math test in 6th grade. I regret hitting that classic Ford Mustang and driving off to tell my mom and the cops are looking for me because I technically did a thing called a “hit and run.”

I regret not pursuing acting. I love theater. I always wanted to live in New York and work on SNL. I regret that one night I drank too much Hot Damn. I regret not telling my grandmothers I loved them more before they passed away.

What do you regret doing or not doing? What do you think would have happened in your life if you did the thing you regret?



I Write Because…..Day One Of Everyday Inspiration


writerI am taking this online daily inspiration class to help me get back in the saddle of writing. One would think if you love writing, it will come easy, right? Sadly, that is not the case.

Just like anything we like to do, sometimes we get burnt out. I like to compare it to running. If you don’t keep running every day, you will lose your stamina; it will get harder. Then you might only run a couple of times a week. You start to feel guilty because you aren’t running much anymore. Before you know it, it’s been four months since you put on your running shoes. You have to start over to get to where you once were. That is where I am in my writing. Blowing the dust off my keyboard, cracking my knuckles and starting from square one.

I just received my first writing assignment, and it is fittingly asking. “Why Do I Write?” It is a fantastic question allowing me to dig deep inside myself to ask, why? I can remember as a kid writing in my diary. I would write about my hopes and dreams. Who I liked and who I didn’t like. Crushes would come and go. That seemed to be a major writing source at the time, boys. I had this typewriter my mom would let me play with. I would type poems so inspiring William Shakespear would have been moved. Well in the mind of an 8-year-old girl they seemed to be powerful. Reading them now, I get a good laugh with a twinge of embarrassment, thanks to my sister.

When I truly look deep into my spirit on why I love to write it stems back to 3rd grade. I had just changed schools, and I had Mrs. Callahan. I loved Mrs. Callahan. I wasn’t good at math; I didn’t give a rip about science. Art wasn’t so bad except I couldn’t draw my way out of a paper bag. I was just along for the ride until the day Mrs. Callahan changed my whole view on school. It was a lesson on limericks. You know the short and funny little sentences in the AABBA pattern? I was hooked.

There once was a girl named Sue,
She didn’t know what to do,
So she took out her pen,
Started writing again,
Now she wasn’t so blue.

The last seven years or so I have got back on the writing wagon. I write radio commercials and advertising copy as part of my job. And I enjoy it, but the main reason I write is that it is my way to express my thoughts and opinions without getting all tongue tied and flustered.

Writing is my outlet. I can write my feeling on paper much easier than expressing them with spoken words. It’s like my brain doesn’t function unless I am writing things down. Morning Mojo started in December 2013 as a way to share positive, encouraging and spiritual thoughts. Then two days later, without warning, life threw a curve ball. My middle daughter had leukemia. So the purpose of my blog sort of wears many hats. Morning Mojo is my place to vent, share my fears and struggles, inform and discuss random topics and ideas. And of course, a place to share some serious, awesome mojo, in the hope readers feel inspired, realizing we are all pretty freakin’ messed up