Twenty Questions

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“Love yourself, there is no one else like you.”

Hello Loves

Time to get to know me a little better. I love Q & A’s and thought it would be fun to answer 20 random question about myself:

  1. What is your name?

Kimshme (Kishma)

     2. Where were you born?

St. Thomas U.S.V.I

     3. What is your zodiac sign?


     4. What is your favorite thing to do?


      5. What was your first job?

A summer job as a file clerk, when  I was 17

      6. Movie you could watch over and over again?

Any Avengers movies or any Fast & Furious movies

      7. A favorite snack

Albanese gummy bears

      8. Favorite color?


      9. Book you can read over and over?

Harry Potter

      10. Favorite Food?


      11. A favorite drink?

Pina Colada (virgin)

      12. What was your favorite subject in school?


      13. What is your favorite time of day?

Night time

      14. What religion are you?

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints

      15. What was your favorite toy as a child?


      16. Least favorite chore?

Washing Dishes

      17. What is your favorite season?


     18. What are you listening to right now?

Album Beautiful Trauma by Pink!

      19. If you could go back five years in your life, what advice would you give yourself?

Don’t wait start now! There is never a right time, just start now!

      20. If you could go any place in the world right now, where would you go?

Bora Bora

There are so many questions to answers, I will probably do another twenty questions soon.

I would love hear yours leave a comment below with your answers.






A mother is someone who loves, provides and nurtures. She encourages you to be your best self. She comforts you when you are sad, she hurts when you hurt, she cries when you cry, and laughs when you laugh.

Mothers are not perfect, we make mistakes too. We get frustrated, we sometimes yell and throw tantrums when our
children don’t listen. Sometimes we lose our jobs and struggle to provide.

Our job is a hard one, we do not get paid, we do not receive awards, we work twenty-four hours a day
seven days a week. No holidays, no vacation time, no sick days.

Motherhood is not the job that was left over. It was given to women, creators of life. It was given to the strong,
the divine, the survivors. The one who understood what it meant to hold on through disappointments.

Being a mother does not equal perfection, most of the time we do not feel qualified to be a mother. There are times
when you want to run away and hide forever. You may wonder if God chose right when he chose you.
But we go on anyway and we keep trying.

So while being a mother may not be perfect, though we may have more tears than laughter, more worry than joy
and we suffer many disappoints. A mother love will always be there.


As I write this I think about the mothers without children, mothers who have lost there children.
Children without mothers, and those who never had the love of a mother.
I see you, I know you are out there. Our stories may be different, I do not fully understand you sadness or your pain,
and I may not know you personally, but I think about you. I pray that your pain eases a little everyday and that you know
that you are important too, you have a purpose and a voice that can be used to heal.

Happy Mothers Day

Love Always,

Hands of Time


Some say I am the enemy, a thief that steals the ones they love.

Some will say I am not a friend, but I can be if you use me wisely.

They say wait I need more time, but I cannot stand still and wait for you. I can however remind you that time is passing, always moving, always going on.

I can also remind you that I am a gift, given to you freely, but to seek and be used with good intent.

I am a treasure to some and a curse to others it depends on how you see  me.

The hands of time is always moving, it waits for no one, it does not have favorites.

Time is just there to be used wisely.



Every day we are confronted by giants, financial giants, giants of loss, abuse, sadness, loneliness, worry, fear, depression, anxiety. We sometimes become consumed by the craziness of the world death, destruction, politics, race, violence, chaos. When we are faced with these giants we tend to shrink back, we make ourselves small and insignificant, because we have forgotten that what lies within us is far greater than our giants

It is a strong, fierce, unstoppable spirit that lives in us, it was put there by our Father the creator of all things good and beautiful. The giants we face is nothing compared to who we were created to be, obstacles are inevitable they are there to remind us of our strengths. When God made us he did not create us with a spirit of fear, he made us to be fearless.

Heavenly Father is the ultimate giant he conquers the impossible, he blesses beyond our comprehension, he moves mountains that no one else can move, opens doors that no one can close. Trust Him, believe in Him and your giants will fall.

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Why I Write

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When i think about why I write so many thoughts and reasons flood my mind, so here are a few.

I write because there are stories inside that need to be told, stories that need a voice, stories that need to be heard. When I don’t let them out they strain and push against the wall tries to keep them in.

Some days I write to feel joy or to take the pain from the inside and put it on the outside, to empty my mind and save room for something else.

I write in hopes that the stories I tell will make people laugh, cry, cheer, shout in anger or frustration, I hope they will fall madly in love or go mad with envy. When someone picks up my story, they can  be transported from their reality and live as someone else for awhile.

I write so when I tell others of my journey, they to can feel inspired to start their own.

Words Matters

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The journey of a writer is not an easy one. Words don’t always flow free, like the waters flowing down a rivers bed. Some days we ask ourselves why we chose this profession in the first place, (little do we know the profession chooses us) and through the tears and tongue lashing we unleash on ourselves, we sometimes tell ourselves “this is it! I am done”. With the light of a new day comes a new perspective and you realize that, the thing that makes you crazy is the thing you crave, the thing you can’t  live without.

Writing can be a beautiful melody one day and an ugly breakup the next. Appreciate the beautiful days when we are at our best and ours words make sense. When the bad comes banging on our door, remember the good times, the moments when your words flowed expertly from pen to paper. If you have step away for the day that’s okay, but don’t forget to come back.

Never give up on your dreams, no matter what. Even if you are the only one who believes, because sometimes that all it takes.

Always remember anything worth doing is not meant to be easy.

For the Love of Writing

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When I was younger I wrote all the time, I loved to write. My imagination spun at a hundred miles per hour. I knew writing would be my future career. Eventually life got in the way and writing became non-existent, I decided that writing was not practical or stable so I quit and convinced myself I was no good anyway, so therefore the world would not miss anything. I choose a different path, but that path brought me no joy.

I realized that the desire to write never died, it was suppressed for many years. Three years ago the writer woke up and I wrote, some was crap, and some was really good, I felt alive, I was happy, but still out of fear of not being good enough along with the need to be notice, or negativity you sometimes face when you those words “I would love to write a book” leaves your mouth, I began to silence the writer yet again, but she refused to be quiet.

I read an awesome post by Jeff Goins How To Fall Back In Love With Writing and here are some of the things I’ve learned

*Believe in yourself! If you want to be a writer claim it! As long as you believe it, others will believe it to.

*Be yourself! Learn and understand your voice, if you haven’t quite found your voice yet. Practice!

*Write for yourself!

Writing is not about how many people love your work, it’s about how much you love and believe in your work. If you write from the heart others will feel it too!

Write with love

Kimshme Shivaun


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If I step on the other side of the mirror

what would I see?

would I see a mirror image of the same old me?

or would I step into a place

where fantasies roam free

a place where I could be completely different

and nothing at all like me……

Kimshme S Hodge