Christmas, Without the Chaos: A Love Letter to Quiet Joy
It’s time to start recognizing the signs that you’re being guided. Not lost, you fickle bitch.
Soulmates, Silver Linings, & Love Written in The Stars
“My mom is the oxygen that sustains the air-flow to his lungs. She is the reason his heart keeps on beating one struggling tick after another.
She is the life force that surrounds this man’s aura.
And I noticed for the few days my mother was admitted in the hospital, once she was removed from his electromagnetic field—the light fading slowly around my father as his worry grew.”
From Diapers to Diplomas, Vaca Ready, & Finding Me
This time in my life is sacred. And I’m finally learning to live it as me—not just the mom.
But as Erica: the writer, the blogger, the aspiring author, and the screenwriter.
The former teen mom who broke all the stigmas used her voice for something bigger and clawed her way through the fire.
