“Love decorating all the beds at home with a bunch of cozy pillows”

I cannot wait to see my children grow up and create a brighter future and a better world for all.

The scourge of injustice in our society must be overcome. We are united in the struggle for justice as we turn towards the bright light of truth and the warm embrace of reconciliation.

I now say to myself, ‘I trust the process of life’ to remind me that even in the darkest hours there is still light and possibility.

Knowing yourself and coming to trust your feelings and your intuition will open up your life to greater possibilities and keep you moving toward your goals.

Focus your intention on your dreams, you can wave magic when you set your heart and mind to it.

Yoga is at the core of my health and wellness routine; even if it’s only for 10 to 15 minutes I find it helps me to re-center and to focus as well as improve my overall core strength.

I love to go nature on walks and discover different plants, flowers and leaves, all beautiful and unique in their own way. It’s the small choices we make that have the greatest impact on the environment.

We are limited only by our thoughts.

I open my heart and soul to allow love to flow.

We all have bad days, but one thing is true; no cloud is so dark that the sun can’t shine through.

A cup of tea adds value to the friendship.

Sometimes, challenges and struggles are exactly what we need in our lives.

One thing I have learned is that I should trust my ‘gut’ instincts. Ultimately, only we know what is best for us.

I love relaxing with a good book.

I could not be more proud to be the Mother of my son. He is a ray of light in this world.

I want to encourage women to embrace their own uniqueness.

First of all, I love singing. I mean, I get out of bed and I sing. I can’t help it.

Just you and only you. You fit so perfectly in my arms, in my bed and between my legs.

I want you to be the one I stay in bed with on sunday morning, and never want to leave.

If its not for the distance, you would be with me under the silken sheets by now. By now the bedsheets would have soaked in out wetness.

Let your heat melt me. Let my desires flow down slowly from my thighs into the bedsheet.

Push me on the bed and come over me. Let me pull down your pants and press my mouth onto your naked peak. Let me taste the lava that flows out of your volcano.

I want a love that shouts from the rooftops holds me close in bed, wants to show me off and will forever hold my hand.

Help! Mom! There Are Liberals Under My Bed’ is the title of the book.