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Perceived Failure: The Lessons I Learned as a First Time Author

January of this year I became a first-time author. Amazing right? Well, it was for a while. My book first children’s "The Sky is Falling "was a 3 years in the making project. The idea was planted in my head when my son was only 3 years old thus the actual narration took me all of… Continue reading Perceived Failure: The Lessons I Learned as a First Time Author

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God, poetry, Uncategorized

Why Do I Even Bother with This Blog?

Writing has to be authentic to me. The topics I write about are usually the ones that burden my heart, that troubles my soul, or brings me unexpected joy. They always comes from a place of authenticity. Lately, I've sat at my computer to write my blog post (2 months behind going on 3) and… Continue reading Why Do I Even Bother with This Blog?

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Father, My Father ( The Cry Of the Broken)

Oh father, my father, how I have lost my way. My father, my father, how I’ve broken the wings of my own soul. My heart bruised beyond recognition, My mind disturbed, filled with confliction from my afflictions. Wounds that never healed, mask me. They rack my body with heaving sobs, Begging for a salve, Pleading… Continue reading Father, My Father ( The Cry Of the Broken)

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Sometimes It Falls Apart For A Reason

Have you ever tried your hardest to make something work? Be it a relationship, a problem at work, or just life all together, but no matter how hard you try it just won't work. Order, timing and perspective is what you need. You may be looking around at all your friends getting married, having kids,… Continue reading Sometimes It Falls Apart For A Reason

America, Christ, God, mothers, praying mom, Uncategorized

When He Walks Into a Room: A Short True Story

Cancer. That word seems to just commit broad daylight robbery. It suffocates life. Anyone who has ever had a doctor even circle around the words tumor or cancer can immediately feel the ground vanish from under their feet. I spent the last four years either in hospitals with my mom, car being repossessed, and jobless… Continue reading When He Walks Into a Room: A Short True Story

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Room Full Of Beauty

Thursday March 3, 2011 at 5:45 am my water broke. Being a first time mom I didn't know what was going on. And the fact that I didn't have any pain associated with my labor further confused me when I went to the bathroom and water gushed out. I thought it was nothing. I went… Continue reading Room Full Of Beauty

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You Are a Mom, Not Dead

Hi my name is Phara Joseph, and I am a mom, but I'm not dead. I've have seen and heard from different moms, from different walks of life that say being a mom is the most important job they have. And I thought well I don't think my child is a job. I chose to… Continue reading You Are a Mom, Not Dead

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Liar, Liar I’m On Fire: Uncomfortable Truths

There will be times in your life God will press on your heart to release things because you have not healed or you are still holding on to guilt and shame. He will ask you to tell your truth to help others. Even though you pray, go to church, may sing in the choir, head… Continue reading Liar, Liar I’m On Fire: Uncomfortable Truths

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Stepping Into My Story

When I started this blog last year (Ha-ha, Happy New Year), it was with intent to write more and dream out loud. As we all know our best intentions are sometime thwarted by life.  For many the end of a year means saying goodbye to all the bad without hardly acknowledging the good. In a… Continue reading Stepping Into My Story

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A Mommy With Dreams

There is a sense of pride that moms have. There is the one person for a while that gives you love unconditional; your children. Especially when they are younger. They only need the basics in life to make them feel loved. You on the other stress about all the" woulda, coulda, shoulda," of the world.… Continue reading A Mommy With Dreams