Binge Watching: Baby Daddy

In an attempt to find a wholesome and happy show to lift my spirits I stumbled across a show called Baby Daddy. It is funny, cute, and heartwarming. It’s exactly what I needed.

I’m on season 2 episode 4 and with every episode I feel everything in me feel a little bit lighter. This show is such a treat to enjoy.

I think my favorite part of the show is that Ben and his roommates are very typical guys. Sports loving, girl chasing, sometimes super idiot guys, but at the end of the day, they all love the unexpected little girl that came from Ben having a little too much fun. They would do anything for their little girl. Anything. It’s beautiful to watch.

Another thing I love about the show is the cute love triangle between Riley and the two brothers Ben and Danny. Personally, I’m rooting for Danny and Riley, even if Danny’s skull is sometimes too thick for him to realize that he could have had Riley a long time ago if he wasn’t always going out with so many different women, but I digress. I just love his love for her and damn it I want to see a good thing thrive. Riley has a crush on Ben, but honestly, I really don’t like them together that much. I love the dynamic between Riley and Danny. I want to see sparks fly between them.

Then there is Tucker. I love Tuker. Though may he RIP the day he meets the wrong girl who gets him in his place for thinking that he is God’s gift to women. (Actually, all three guys semi have this very irritating little quality and I’m glad Riley is there to keep them in check.) Tucker always gets himself into odd and funny situations. He’s always fun to watch.

Ben and Danny’s mother makes a reoccurring appearance that adds chaos into the mix in a really fun way. I really enjoy her role in the story. She is crazy, yet she really does love her boys. She always had to take some sort of stab at Riley though.

Then there is Emma the little girl everyone loves. Emma is the real star. The reason everything has changed for every member of this odd little family. She is adorable.

This show for me somehow has given me a little piece of hope. That one day everything I hope for will work out. That I’ll find my happiness. That I’ll find a love that makes me smile everyday. That the journey will be bright. Something about the light and fun of this show gives me real hope. I needed that.

Thanks for reading! Let me know your thoughts down in the comments below.

-Till next time!

Freedom

Taking the slow steps of a doe out of a cage and into the forest legs shaking, mind wondering, fear showing in the quiver of matted fur, the mind questions if it is all a trick?

In the grand expanse of a world beyond pain a nose picks up the scent of fresh grass for the first time.

Slow steps forward follow slow steps back until finally the doe is out of the cage and the doors shut behind her.

Every sound is awash with twin thoughts of skittish fear and awe.

The world seems almost too bright for her; the music of the wind, so soft causes her panic.

Yet every moment brings new peace and slowly she walks until she comes upon a stream.

Her nostrils flare and she bends her head drinking fresh clean water for the first time in her life.

Finally she allows herself to bathe in the shallow stream and as the water cleans her fur she starts to prance her heart beating fast with hope.

Her tail wags and her hooves clack against the stone bottom in a happy dance.

Into the night she finds herself shelter and food to eat.

She sleeps a peaceful sleep and her nightmares are chased away by imagined days of prancing.

At last.. At last.. at last the doe is free.

The hunter far away.

The doe dancing in a world where she’d never be seen again.

Thanks for reading! This is a poem that has been one of my absolute favorites to write. When I found the first words everything just started to flow. I miss feeling like that while writing poetry.

Let me know your thoughts down in the comments!

-Till next time!

Sedition 


I am like a wave crashing rushing to touch the shore, then with the sands grazing across my skin I run back only to crash right back into the beach surface. 

I am like the light of the sun pleasent for a short mornings bask, but deadly and uncomfortable after too much exposure and I will never apologize. 

I am like the rock who sits and waits and takes and takes and takes and who is molded by other hands who see more then simple stone, but then breaks into dust by crushing grip. 

I am like every story you have ever heard swirling with some inner beauty but who suffers and suffers and suffers until deemed unrecognizable and changed. 

I am like the bird who is caged and hits itself upon the Glass that is freedom until stunned and dead and never free. 

My body is the clock growing and moving and dying with each slow second dimming and aching at the loss of yesterday. 

I am like the stars in the sky and the wind and the earth and everything in it and every thing in the universe. 

Nothing is new, nothing is original, nothing is the same. 

Every muscle of my being every molecule that vibrates inside me yearns for the day that would be different. 

The monotony, the pain, the work, the sorrow… I ache for it all to be for something. 

I fear the day I consider that my life was for nothing… as we all do. 

But my words are my own form of sedition…. against all things and for everything. 

My hope is what drives the fire and let’s the ashes burn. 

-Till next time! 

Stars Can’t Shine Without Darkness 


When I feel low and everything feels like it’s crumbling around me, I do everything in my power to find a way to see the light. Then, once everything starts to get better I sit back and wonder about the time that came before. I ponder my actions and others and I think about how I could have reacted differently. 

Then I think about the darkness. The negativity, the anger, the emotions I wish would drip away from me instead of stick to me like gross syrup. I wonder if it’s really true that all my negative experiences have made me a better me, or if life is just the way it is and that’s all there is. I like to hope that is not the case. That we all really are shining lights that burn brighter because of the dark, because we wish to act against injustice and do more for those around us. 

Thanks for reading! This is simply a short musing I just happened to be thinking about at the moment. 

-Till next time! 

Subtle Touch 


The strength of held hands 

The power of a hug 

A simple touch on the shoulder 

The solidarity of a look

 A comforting touch 

A hand holding a cheek

Sitting next to a loved one

Our actions let us know 

That we care and are cared for 

Have you ever felt the happiness of hands caressing your hair? 

Sometimes we notice 

How simple touches make us feel 

But so often it’s forgotten

How a subtle touch can make us feel 

It oftens says a lot to be present in ones life

To be there to comfort 

To be there when things go right 

A high five 

A handshake 

Secret gestures between great friends 

A smile to a stranger 

A dance 

Being quirky 

Being you 

Without saying a single word

There is so much our subtle actions 

Say about who we are 

There is beauty in a smile 

A simple touch 

A wink 

Cuddling for warmth

 A moment shared 

Touches given 

Are the way we share our hearts

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed. Let me know your thoughts in the comments. 
-Till next time! 

Winter Dreams 


Fluffy white icicles. 

A warm little fire. 

The glow of a Christmas tree, 

The gift of mystery underneath. 

Smiles, laughter, sweet voices singing. 

The joy of hearing sleigh bells ringing. 

These dreams I have of winters days. 

Giving food to one who needs it most. 

A hug to those you love. 

Caroling on neighbors chilly lawns. 

Lights strung on every corner. 

Eggnog shared with friends. 

Looking out to see not a single phone in sight. 

It’s  when the present is sweeter than the past you’ve left behind. 

These are the dreams I have on winter nights. 

But the truth is not always pretty. 

Souls still live on chilly streets. 

Family arguments that hurt hearts and minds. 

Strangers judge you for a tree put up thanksgiving day. 

Merry Christmas is no more, it’s simply Happy Holiday’s. 

This is the truth I face on winter days. 

When I sleep. I see sweet dreams. Joy and love for all, on winter days.