Properly organizing Every little thing Right down to the Finest of details Exact measurements Cannot accept anything less Than absolutely perfect Internal fears Of failure Not good enough I convince myself I am Still I struggle to Manifest it –Tiffany Sharp, 2023. Continue reading
When I was about 10 years old and my brother was 3 years old, our mother was working a lot so I helped take care of my little brother. He was in daycare all day and I was in daycare before and after school. When we got home, I watched my little brother while Mom… Continue reading
The Good Times
Today I need something positive, so I’m going to talk about the times when Mom was happy. From as early as I can remember, one of the things we did together was play games. I used to have this game called Chicken Limbo that was so fun! It’s just like the regular game of limbo,… Continue reading
Writing This Blog Is Not Easy.
As I describe my childhood, I “relive” those experiences that I’ve tried not to remember for so long (but at the same time, it feels relieving to get it off of my chest and not feel judgement for it). I also worry that my family could see this some day and I know my mom… Continue reading
Mom, Where Were You?
Growing up with Mom, there were countless nights that even after she was done working, she wouldn’t come straight home. She had more important things than coming home and seeing her kids, apparently. Things like stopping by her pot dealer’s house to grab a bag, hitting the bar, seeing a man, etc. I’m not even… Continue reading
I wish you were there, I wish you actually cared, I’m so done with you. -Tiffany Sharp 2023 Continue reading
Get to Know My Mother
On the surface, she seems friendly, outgoing, and respectful. When you first meet her, she greets you with her best, biggest, (fake) smile. She introduces herself, pretends she’s interested in getting to know you, and acts like everything in her life is all sunshine and rainbows. If you ask her about her kids, she’ll brag… Continue reading
Home is where: Family loves, shares, cares, No hateful stares and glares, Love lingers in the air, No yelling heard anywhere, Feeling safe everywhere, No running away, feeling scared, Everyone is treated fair, No sides to declare, A feeling beyond compare, No lies, we’re all aware, Respect and loyalty is there, No betrayal or cross… Continue reading
My Nomadic Upbringing
After I was born, my mom and dad lived with my grandmother and her husband, and then they moved into a trailer on their property. It was a farm about fifteen minutes from town. They had fields for horses and cows, and a big barn with chickens that I loved to play in and climb… Continue reading
Healing Through Writing
Opening my wounds Blood spilling onto the page Scars begin to heal. -Tiffany Sharp 2023 Continue reading
Proud mother of two, married and living happily in Washington state. I am a stay at home mom, gardener, photographer, hiker, birdwatcher, and adventurer. If I’m not at home, I’m busy getting lost in the forest.