Taking a breath-

Every new year we all make resolutions that we usually don't keep. For whatever reason, we give up, loose interest or fail to follow through. Well, this year I'm only making one resolution and that is to take time and enjoy life to the best I possibly can with the ones who love me most. For me that means many things- being honest with myself and knowing when to ask for help, knowing when to tell people "no", knowing when to close the door and focus on my family, knowing when to focus on myself.

This year I spent far too much time focusing on all the details for other, focusing on putting in the extra mile for people who probably didn't even appreciate the effort. So in the new year it may seem cold to some, but I have to make some adjustments and my family nor myself will no longer be on the back-burner. I have to remind myself that it is okay to be completely lazy some days and just let Braeden take the wheel. I also have to remind myself that some days I will fail, and others I will win.

The hardest part will be to remind myself that somewhere in there- I am a good person, a good wife, and a good mother and that I will never be perfect at anything. (This is the part I asked Calvin to help me with, because I know I'll struggle.)

Calvin has jumped on board in the last few weeks and has genuinely been trying to be supportive and understanding. He has listened, hugged, and supported me in ways I never expected; not sure what clicked but definitely not complaining. I've always been thankful for my husband and Braeden, and I definitely have plenty to be thankful for, but the thing about struggling with depression is that it clouds your view, so now most days I see clearly but I still have cloudy ones. My hope is that in the new year, I have fewer and fewer cloudy days until hopefully they are all gone and I can finally be myself again.

My little GQ <3 

Precious Moments <3 

Such a sweet boy!

My foundation 

If not- then I pray God will give me the strength to accept this as part of me, to find a way to not see it as a weakness and to help support my husband and son through the journey as this isn't easy on any of us.

So for 2014, I look forward with fear and excitement to close one door and open another. May all your resolutions become reality and may 2014 be better than you imagine; just remember to take a breath to enjoy it <3

76 in December-

Following up from my last post- I did have my follow up appointment with my OB. 

Long story short: 

2007- I had, was treated for, and am about 90% free of cervical cancer. 

2009- I had 2 surgeries to fix my uterus, because I found out I had a bicorniated uterus meaning it was heart shaped and would not allow me to carry a baby. 

2010- My husband and I conceived for the first time, were about 14 weeks alon and found out we had an ectopic pregnancy meaning the baby was in my tubes and there was no safe way to have the baby so I had surgery and underwent chemotherapy to essentially "abort" the baby. It was a very dark time in my life- I almost committed suicide; a few times. 

2012- We finally conceived and had a healthy pregnancy with our handsome and smart miracle baby boy Braeden. 

I was a high risk pregnancy and was on bed rest a month and a half before he was born. 

2013- We decide to try again and realized we weren't getting pregnant after about 6 months of trying so when I went for my yearly exam I was told that I had too much scar tissue surrounding my Fallopian tubes, on my ovaries, and uterus. I had a solid chocolate cyst which my doctor was about 95% sure was endometriosis. I also had a normal cyst that was likely to rupture on it's own. Our plan was to wait 6 weeks and follow up, if it was still there we would schedule surgery and go from there. Which surgery would essentially mean no more babies. Which kind of broke the straw for this battle with depression. 

Well- I guess it being 76 on the first day of winter and in December only means one thing... Somehow both my cysts ruptured and are gone; meaning no surgery! I was in the floor in pain a few weeks ago and thought my stomach was just tore up because I had cheated and ate fast good- apparently the pain I was experiencing was my cyst rupturing; no bueno. 

So today- 12/21/2013 I am very thankful for the news. 

In my last blog I shared some struggles my husband and I have faced, I normally never do. However I've come to the conclusion that REAL people read this- so why not be REAL with them. 

So here is what's real-

*I am struggling with depression but taking it day by day- and with each day I feel a little stronger. 

*I have been married to the love of my life for 5 years and we have been together since 2006. We fight, we make up, we get on each other's nerves, sometimes I hate him, most times I love him ;) But the bottom line is we are REAL and we bust our ass to make the most of our marriage. Some days we lose; some we win. Deal with it ❤️

*I struggle with self-worth and I am a huge people pleaser; I bend over backwards for everyone and usually never even get noticed. (Disclosure: this will be changing 2014; my promise to myself)

*I am on a mission to find the strong, confident, and determined woman I once was and I will find her, I will be the best me, the best wife, and the best mom I can be. 

So for those who read this- know that yes sometimes I will post about issues because they are real issues. When I say life is perfect; in my eyes it is. I don't need to pretend, I also won't pretend anymore I'm happy if I'm not. 

This blog is for me and to hose who love me, support me, and care. It will get personal, sometimes mean, sad, and other times super happy. Those are all emotions I face so if you follow I appreciate you ❤️ 

Here's to new beginnings, closing old chapters, opening new ones and hell- 76 degree weather in December ☀️

Untitled-

I've been putting this entry off for far too long- mainly because I'm not really sure how I feel; much less how to write it. So I titled it "Untitled" because that kind of how I feel at the moment. I have essentially lost myself to where I really have no idea who I am anymore. I look back at the last few years and think- what happened? I feel like I have always been so happy, etc.- where did this come from?

I guess I should start with today and just hit rewind. Today (12/15) I sit here as my husband and I got into an argument last night because I wanted to surprise him by finishing Christmas AND putting money in our savings account with money I've made from selling our stuff on Ebay. (It's financially a hard time for us right now.) Well apparently we had a conversation prior that all the money I made from selling stuff was to go in the savings account- I must have forgot, bottom line he wasn't happy at all. My struggle is I'm depressed, I feel like aside from being mommy I really have no purpose in life. I feel like I am a huge joke to my peers and those around me. I have always tried to go above and beyond for others- but never once felt the same. I've never had flowers sent to school or a job randomly, I've never had a surprise party, and I've never ever had a simple surprise that makes ME actually feel important to someone. I thought once I got married that would change- obviously I would have to be important to my husband for him to marry me right? Well- anyone who knows mine and Calvin's history knows it has been rocky from the gate. When we first started dating we fought racism, which we still fight, then there was his jealousy, and controlling urges (neither of which I've ever dealt with before.) Then there was his temper- and my ability to always be blamed for his temper and how a simple conversation could turn into a shoving match or worse- yet someone "I" always start it. One may ask why I'm still here- well, a wise woman told me that good men are hard to find- and if you find one that doesn't drink, and doesn't cheat be thankful' take the good with the bad. Well, USUALLY there has always been relatively more good than bad. When we are good- its like toe curling, can't catch your breath, butterflies in my stomach, want to love you forever good. But when it's bad- I fall apart, completely. Now I should add- my husband is an amazing man; he knows his faults and works hard on controlling them; however he like any other human being is not perfect and struggles as well. My struggle is when to justify this to myself and when not to- when I need to be more understanding and when I need to be more firm.

If I rewind back to June- which is when the craziness really kicked in, we closed on our first home, celebrated our 4th wedding anniversary (7th year together), and our sons first birthday all in the same month; all also while potentially being homeless because of problems we encountered with USDA. I truly believe this is what started the wedge with Calvin and I- but I'm tired of the excuses, I bust my ass to be a damn good mother and wife- and for once I want to feel the same. The depression however makes this hard, because on good days I am perfectly capable of standing my ground and not accepting anything less than what I should deserve, but on bad days I feel like how I'm treated is what I deserve. Calvin is a wonderful man- and I know he has an enormous amount of stress on him as well, but when is there a point to put your foot down and say "hey, I love my wife- she's slowly dying out, and I'm her only support; if I don't help her no one will." Throughout this depression struggle which really kicked in after we ran into more fertility issues as we were trying for #2, but all I have really asked of him is to please be gentle with me, because I'm super sensitive to his words, and please just smile, to make me at least feel like you're happy to be home from work and with Braeden and I. Neither of those 2 options have been done on a consistent basis in the last 5 months, which makes my struggle of worth even worse.

Aside from my struggles with Calvin and myself; my grandfather's health is deteriorating (both of them actually, and neither of them are getting any younger.) It's to the point my one grandfather doesn't even really know me anymore- which also hurts, as he has always been my backbone and biggest fan.

I'll save the baby making issues for another post- I don't think I can handle reading all of this in one setting. My big struggle with myself is that I work at home ( I teach my son and 2 others) from 7am-5pm. Then add in an hour of mommy and Braeden time, then dinner, bath, clean-up, and then it's 11pm when I'm finally starting whatever needs to be done. I stay up til 1am nearly every night. I finally broke down and spoke to my OB about it (she's the only doctor I trust, and it just happened I was having my yearly at the time.) I had literally slept 14 hours in 7 days- and yet I was supposed to function and be a "normal" wife or else I got "what's wrong with you?" "Are you not in love with me anymore?" "I just can't make you happy?" ----- NO- it's called hello- I'm fucking tired?! I'm exhausted, and I need to get out of this house.

Tanning as horrible as it is, is my one escape. It's the only quiet and alone time I have EVER. So that was my only request after having Braeden was to be able to tan once a week or so to just get some air. Well usually I don't get to go- and when I do it's "hurry home" or "I'll see you in a couple hours." All sarcastically said of course, all the while I'm like really? I'm inside with kids (which I love) all day everyday which sometimes I just want enough quiet to hear my own thoughts.

Another point I struggle with- if I ask only simple things- (to me they seem simple) and they aren't able to get done, I blame myself. I must not be lovable enough, pretty enough, valued enough, important enough... This stems back to my deadbeat biological father who told me at age 3 he wasn't ready to be a father and he couldn't love me enough so he gave me up. So essentially all my life I struggle with putting myself out there only in hopes to be someone's someone. I'm almost 80% sure that prior to this depression that was perfect with Calvin, but the depression really clouds your vision and I can't tell what is his lack of effort on our marriage versus my depression battle which is all still really new territory for me.

Everyone says go get a pedicure, or have a friend watch Braeden, go on a date- just get out. Explain to me what to do on a VERY limited budget, no family around, and no friends to watch Braeden because none of them have been around him enough for him not to feel like we left him with a stranger. Braeden has been with myself or Calvin everyday since he was born 18 months ago. We lost our first baby and I would do anything and everything for Braeden to make sure he is never scared, or feels even a remote way of the feelings I struggle with. He WILL know he is loved, appreciated, and always always wanted.

 

 

Today has been a rough struggle- so I think I may start blogging again- it helped me when we lost the baby, maybe it'll help now. It is a constant struggle knowing what is truly my fault, what I have no control over, and what has nothing to do with me. My goals for myself are simple- find myself again, live life like I used to, and just be happy again. If you happen to read this- if you really want to help, just say a prayer for my family that we can all get back in sync and the way we once were.

Reasons to smile..

I look around and this world is crumbling, some have lost their homes, children, and families... yet I can't seem to pick up my feet from losing our house. I just keep worrying about where we are going to live after June 1st. The closest family is about 4 hours away, and after all the current events I feel selfish for feeling so weak, but I just can't shake it. I try to be such a good person, live right, do unto others the way I want to be treated and yet this happens. Sure, things may work out in a different light, but that doesn't erase all the time, money, and heart that we have put into this "home." For once I thought we would have it all together, and I know that no matter where we are, as long as we have each other we will be okay, but it doesn't wash away the frustrations and pain I feel now.

The last few days, I have found myself questioning why? When we lost our baby in 2011 everyone said "time will heal your wounds", "everything happens for a reason"... maybe I am too logical of a person, but I didn't miscarry, I had an ectopic pregnancy and almost died. Having to abort my healthy baby at 13 weeks because I would have died, and seeing the little hands and feet still haunts me to this day.

I know that we will pick up our feet and get it together again in time, but there is a lot of fog right now in view. It is just so frustrating for me right now, not just because of this house situation, but because I know so many good people, that bad things happen to.. and it is never logical. And I know I am not supposed to question to Lord, or his plan.. but you know sometimes I am human, and I do. There is not one person in the world, that just sits back like a robot and does everything by the book. And is sad as it is to say, doing some research in the bible and some of its words, makes me even question my faith at times. As absolutely horrible as that sounds in my head, I can only imagine how it sounds written out, but the point of these blogs is to free my mind, so that is part of it. Judge me if you wish, but I always speak the truth. I can promise that anyone who wishes to judge me should clean out their closets first, because no one is a saint, we are all sinners in our own ways.

Regardless, this experience has taught me not to stress about money, because if something horrible is going to happen, sometimes it is completely out of our hands and it doesn't matter how much money your have. Obviously money helps, but in our situation money didn't cause this problem. I have also learned that no matter how "comfortable" you think you are, bad things can happen in an instant, and you can go from living in a beautiful apartment or house to homeless like a light switch. In regards to the recent horrible acts of violence all over our country, I know these people feel like they have hit rock bottom and I know that if they can get up and move on so can I. I just needed to clear my head and re-focus. They say if it looks too good to be true, it probably is. I guess some people just aren't meant to have it all, in regards to a family and house.

I truly appreciate all the phone calls, text messages, and Facebook messages; it truly means a lot. I apologize for delayed or no responses sometimes I just don't have the words. They say God doesn't give you more than you can handle, well I am sure millions of American's would agree... several people are being pushed to their limits. I know I am have a beautiful son and an amazing and hardworking husband to be strong for. My family pull through and somehow find a place to live, make all this work.

With love,

A day for all Mother's: Past, Present, and Future

Happy Mother's Day 2013!

You know, it is truly amazing how the last 3 years have been in regards to Mother's day! So let's rewind, Mother's day 2010, I was happily married to the love of my life without a care in the world! Mother's day 2011, I was struggling with depression as we had lost our first baby and still no luck being pregnant again. Mother's day 2012, I was pregnant (and almost due) with Braeden! Mother's day 2013, I get to look into these gorgeous brown eyes of this little boy who is almost a year old and fall even harder in love with him, for giving me this day to celebrate!

You see, the last 3 years this day has had a particular meaning, and some not always good. I have so many friends that dread this day because they have either lost their mother, or are not mothers themselves. God does not get confused when it comes to his plan, but even I still do not always understand why we go through the obstacles we go through to get where we are going.

I know so many amazing women who would be wonderful moms, yet they can't get pregnant; or have a healthy pregnancy. I also know so many beautiful people whose moms have since left to go to Heaven. So this day means something entirely different for them than me.

However, today should be a celebration of your mom, whether she is here or not, remember all the good times and know she is watching you from the sky and is dear in your heart. Those mommies with little baby angels, know that our little angels are flying high and waiting to finally meet us one day in Heaven and they are proud of us even if we have yet to meet them yet.

And those mommies who are pregnant or have been pregnant, you deserve to celebrate too for what is to come. And even if God does not allow your body to produce a beautiful child on your own, know that their are millions of precious babies that would love to call you mommy.

Today we are not just women, but we are powerful, strong, beautiful mommies! We each have our story, and our children will soon understand why today is so important, and eventually they too will have their own meaning for this day too!

With love <3

Can of Worms, Follow up

First off, I would like to apologize to any that saw the argument between myself and a friend on the link where I posted my previous blog. That was completely childish, immature, and it never should have happened. It has sense been deleted as has the friendship. Regardless, out of everyone that read it, I only seemed to have pushed two people's buttons, which is two people two many, however under the context of what the blog was about I guess it definitely could have been worse.

I have read and re-read my previous blog multiple times and in the end my blog was solely about something I read which opened my eyes, and lead me to post about it. If it opened your eyes to something great, if not then that was fine as well. It was never about judgement of any kind. I then asked the questions I asked because I wanted further knowledge of why people post the things they do in regards to racial groups. Some responses I gained were "I share, because I take pride in my culture and I want other to as well." "I share because, usually there is a cute quote and I like it, not necessarily having anything to do with culture." "I share because there is a huge problem with negativity around the black community and I want to shed a more positive light." "I share because I do feel that white women belong with white men and black women belong with black men, I feel like if people stayed within their cultures the world would be a better place." See all of these answers are diverse and different, in (MY) personal opinion the last comment was a little derogatory but that is in (MY) opinion. I asked a question, and I got answers, at the end of the day it was never to demean or conform to my way of thinking it was simply as it was stated.. to gain further knowledge; which I did.

 At the end of the day, I have always believed that everyone should be proud of where they come from, but I guess I also believe that as a country we should also work together versus apart and take pride in each others cultures as well. I guess I am really weird because I have always taken interest in learning about others and how other cultures live, and do. I feel like learning this information make me more diverse and culturally aware, so sometimes if I seem stupid for asking these questions, I promise it is not intended I just am trying to better understand others points of views. I have stated multiple times, for I'll state it again, I love all people; White, Black, Asian, Chinese, Japanese, Indian, Christian, Jewish, Muslim,, people are people to me and I do not nor have I ever judged people based on their cultures, etc.

I hope that if there were any readers that mis-read what I wrote that this has helped further explain where I am coming from. In a perfect world, none of these things would matter and we would all just get along. Maybe one day or at least wishful thinking.. haha.

With Love.

Can of Worms?

So I have wondered for the last few months on whether to write about this or not, simply because I feel I could be opening a can of worms. However, anyone that knows me knows I am not afraid to handle hot topics.

Recently, I was on Facebook and saw a blog post on a page I follow titled "Mixed Children are the Prettiest- Racism". So of course, I felt inclined to click it and read. Well, the author was mixed herself and she was writing of how she was in the grocery store the other day and a woman came up and said "aww, your daughter is so cute, but then again mixed babies are the cutest." The author said she simply replied "thank you, but all God's children are beautiful." The author said she felt horrible for the white lady standing behind her with her white baby, because the woman told her daughter.. sweetheart you are adorable too. Obviously the intent of the stranger was not to offend anyone, however these are the things we do not necessarily think about before we speak.

I know when we first had Braeden, people said that all the time, and I never once thought about it the way this woman wrote. To me race has never been something I paid attention to, I have also never made the comment "mixed babies are the cutest." I have just always commented on the child, not their race. So I guess for those friends who have said this, I don't think any of you meant it in a harmful way, but next time before you say it think about how it may make someone else feel. If someone said "black babies are the cutest" or "white babies are the cutest" that person would be considered racist, and in this woman's blog she was stating how this is no different.

With that, I have a lingering question, I of all people have no prejudice against anyone but I keep seeing things on my news feed and it makes me wonder the true thought of some of my facebook friends. So I figured I would address it. I have lots of friends who post things like "black love rocks" "black pride" "black women united" and there are many others but I can't remember all the names. Now without trying to stir anything up-- because that is far from my intention I just want to know from the black perspective how would you ladies feel it you saw "white pride" "white love rocks" or "white women united"? To me solely "white" items are labeled as racists, so what is the difference? I know most of the women who post these things are far from racists, but similar the blog I posted about above, it is all in the way your messages are received. I guess race has always been a hot topic for me because my family and I catch hell from white people and black people in regards to us being interracial. Which brings me to my next question, I have seen on Facebook "friends" of mine posting snide comments about people who do mix race and how black women are strong and white women are inferior which is why black men choose white women and many other non-sense things like this. **If you post things like this on Facebook, just know that 1) it is 2013 and men choose women for the qualities that they have, not their race, and 2) I think each race has it's strong, weak, ignorant, educated, and so forth.

Comments like these make people look closed minded and ignorant, and I KNOW that the people who post these things on Facebook are neither of these, so I wanted to provide a new perspective for the things you post. I know I have posted some things in the past that annoy people, and once addressed I have taken it down, because the last thing I would ever want to do is offend someone, so if this blog offends you then I apologize -- it was not my intent. This is just an issue that I feel needs to be addressed because if any of the above is in fact the way people feel, then I need to clean up my friends list because I do not need that negativity around me, my husband, or my son.

The way I see it, God created everyone equally and if you choose to marry or date within your race, that is your decision no different than those people who choose to marry or date outside their race. My point is I hope that this blog makes people who genuinely care about how they come across to be more aware about how the things they post can be received. I love you all and hopefully can gain some knowledge about why people post these things and the meaning behind it.

With love
Me :)

When did my baby turn into a toddler?

Tomorrow at exactly 12:50 a.m. my sweet baby boy will be 10 months old. Hitting double digits is like a reality check that he is growing up, everyone said it would go by so quick but I can't help but think back to those first few nights at home when I called the pediatrician for every little thing! Braeden would burp almost and Calvin and I were like "what do we do?" haha.. I was definitely that crazy mom who wrote down every poop, every pee, how long he ate on the left and right boob and every little detail of our day. I look at him now and he has hit every milestone so far ahead, he is walking-- trying to run, clapping, peek a boo, blowing kisses, and so much more. He is one of the smartest little babies I know and it is so bittersweet because I am proud of how smart and well mannered he is, but I also wish he would slow down a little sometimes.

I get picked on at times because I still give him a bottle before his nap and at night. I secretly do it because it gives me a chance to cuddle and hold him when he drifts on to sleep. I know it may not be the "best" decision at times, but I want to enjoy it while he is small enough to do so. Luckily for us, he sleeps through the night and only occasionally wakes up at 3 or 4 am, and sure I am tired, but there is nothing I wouldn't trade for him needing his mommy or daddy to put him back to sleep; because I know in the not so far future those precious moments will be a thing in the past.

I never thought I would have such a hard time so soon with him growing up, but I really am. I want my little 8.5 lb baby back who still needs mommy to rock him, and nurse him, and who is small enough to sleep on mommy if he wants too. I miss those nights where we only got 4 hours of sleep but he was in the bed with us and I would stay awake just to watch him breathe. Time flies so fast, and I don't want to take a single bit of it for granted. If I blink, he will be driving, and then off to college, and married... and phew that makes me want to cry just thinking that far ahead!

No matter how old he gets, or how big he gets he will always be my little baby boy, and I just hope as he grows he always knows that he fills my heart with so much joy, words can not describe. Babies are the true meaning of love at first sight, because from the instant I saw him, Calvin and I cried and fell in love that very instant. It did not matter that we had just been through 19+ hours of all natural, non-medicated labor, he was here and made me forget all about it, at least for a few moments ;)

From the first few weeks 

9 months old 

So in the end, I will mostly cry on his first birthday, and every birthday because that will be one year older that he gets. It will be an amazing ride I am sure, and I will appreciate and enjoy every single second. God gave us a second chance to have a baby, and even in the most tired, exhausted, and frustrated times I would never complain because Braeden truly is our miracle child and he makes our family so much more fun and vibrant. I look forward to our future and can only hope God will allow us to give Braeden a sister or brother or two ;) 

With Love :)

Trying to be a good person.......

It's been awhile, but I need to get this off my chest, and not really sure how or where to post, so I figured I would start here.

A little over a month ago I started an organization called Stop the Hate, Spread the Love in response to some attacks on my family due to racism. I have always been against bullying and hate towards others, I was bullied in school for my height, my brother was bullied in school to certain extremes, and as an adult I have endured much hate from others in regards to my marriage being interracial.

When I first started the group on Facebook, most everyone thought I was only supporting interracial couples, and therefore painted me as a "non-Christian" who was racist against people who choose to same within their race. <--- Farthest from the truth. I support all people, and I support stopping bullying regardless. I have my own personal beliefs about lots of things, however my main point has always been NO HATE.

After I created this group, I was asked by WBTV to do a t.v. interview, which I did and that helped raise a lot of awareness, the group went from about 200 members in 24 hours to 500 in 48 hours. Now a month and a half later we are almost at 2,000! Shortly after the interview with WBTV, I was asked to interview for CBS online, and that also helped in raising awareness. Currently however, I feel like I am at a stand still. I have tried asking my "friends" on Facebook to add friends to the group, to share the links and such and unfortunately only a handful of people have been supportive. This truly hurts, because bullying is something that effects everyone, not just me and my family. It is disheartening that my own friends and family that know me and the size of my heart, give me more grief than anything else.

I have tried not to "beg" for donations and help, but in a sense I need it. I have had several schools, and organizations reach out to me for presentations and educational material to help their classrooms, etc. And I have to say "I'm working on getting the materials together." I am making books to have printed to give to teachers and organizations that include resources, links, and information about what bullying is, how to prevent it, how to deal with it, and when to get help. Also, I have reached out to several teens, some have consulted with me about self-harming, potential suicide, and more and I feel obligated for them and others to fight even harder. But I can't fight for what I can't afford.

I am pushing hard to get this 5k going in October to raise money for families in my area who have been the victim of bullying, but I can not do it off of smiles and charm. Everything costs money, and unfortunately I have only received $30 in donations.

My main reason for writing this, I want people to understand where I am coming from, and I also needed to get the frustration from the lack of support off my chest. I have always thought I had a higher purpose in life, and having been in the face of suicide before, I understand how serious it can be. I understand how the words of others can be mean, hurtful, and deadly. I want to help people, teach people, and over-all be a good person.

It has come to my attention, that some had questioned my intentions, and motives, so I wanted it to be clear where my heart, mind, and soul are. I hope that you guys will continue to support me, this organization, and help me in spreading the word!

So, in the end, I am only one person, I have prayed and prayed and God keeps leading me down this path to fight for this organization and keep it going. I am not sure why, when I feel I am fighting a losing battle at times, but for whatever reason my heart and mind keep me on this path for myself, for my son, my husband, family, friends, community, strangers, and even our country. So please understand my efforts are genuine, my heart is good, and all I am asking for is help, as I can not do this alone.

-With love,
Heather

Links from this post:
Stop the Hate, Spread the Love - www.facebook.com/groups/stopthehatespreadthelove
Donation page - http://fnd.us/c/9TkGe

WBTV News Interview & Story

Story: http://www.wbtv.com/story/21578934/local-mom-starts-anti-hate-facebook-page-after-stranger-targets-her-family

Video: http://www.wbtv.com/category/240205/video-landing-page?autoStart=true&topVideoCatNo=default&clipId=8599629

CBS News Article & Interview

http://charlotte.cbslocal.com/2013/03/15/racism-in-america-one-local-moms-quest-to-stop-the-hate-spread-the-love/