Saturday, December 31, 2016

Update From My World

Another year is almost over and as usual, the ride has been a thrill.

It's also had its moments where I wanted nothing more than to halt its ascent and leap off the roller coaster.  Surely the fall would be far more exhilarating than the difficulty of another climb 😉

Here I am, wondering how I made it to the end of the year, while glimpsing back at how far I've come...

Some of my writing highlights of the year:

  • Released book two of Theia's Moons in February!
  • Attended my first Comic Con as a vendor and not only sold a number of my books, but I learned a great deal about the industry, along with taking a dive into the dreaded role a salesperson!

  • Eyes Wide Shut received a Reader's Favorite award, which to some might mean nothing, but to me it was a huge highlight of my year.
Reviewed By Divine Zape for Readers’ Favorite
Eyes Wide Shut is book one in the Theia's Moons series by Niki Livingston, a riveting intro into a series that is very promising for young readers. The citizens of the Moon are peaceful, having forgotten the old warring days that drastically cut down their numbers. Malkia, the chosen one, the Leader of her people, couldn’t rest until certain that they are safe. Chosen by God to lead her people, she gets signs of impending danger. Now she must protect them from very powerful enemies. This book chronicles their struggle to remain safe and alive, the frustrations involved in the journey, and the startling truths that will rock their world and perhaps the world of readers.
The opening lines – although a dream, which I never love for an opening – are mesmerizing and offer great insight into the world of the protagonist. I loved the sense of mystery already introduced from the very beginning of the story. The reader is gripped from the start, transported to a dream world, a world where they are still children, but the beauty of the tale and the powerful prose doesn’t diminish in any way. It only gets better as the characters evolve and the conflict intensifies. Niki Livingston is a gifted storyteller and it is wonderful to note that her story is told from a perspective that will appeal to young readers. Aside from the entertainment, Eyes Wide Shut teaches readers some important elements of leadership. The presence of God in this story could be symbolic of the values around which true leadership is built. Eyes Wide Shut is a thrilling read.

I have sold a number of books this year, but it has not been as high as I would like.  I'm setting new goals for 2017 and I hope you all stay tuned for all the writing projects I will be releasing and publishing throughout this next year!

Book three of Theia's Moons is going through an edit by myself and I'm planning on having it in my editors hand by the end of next week.  The book cover is being worked on and will be ready for its reveal by the end of January.  I will update soon on the actual release date, the book title and when it will be available for pre-order.  And for those who haven't began reading this series, I have printed books available to purchase on my website or the ebook and printed books are available on Amazon.

Thank you to all my readers, along with my friends and family who have supported me throughout my journey.  Your loyalty is noticed and I truly appreciate your love and encouragement!

Friday, December 2, 2016

It's All In My Head

It's closing in.

Honestly, I believed this was a step in my life I could avoid. A distant reality, never to come to pass.

But here I am, hurtling along, unable to halt the inevitable.

Four decades on this Earth 🙊

Seriously.  What happened to the time?

Twenty years ago, I was attending classes up at Utah State University, working two jobs and spending my time off being a rowdy college student with my roommates and friends.  It seems like it was just yesterday.  Until I remember what really happened yesterday.  Nope my two children crucified that memory.  Shot it right between the eyes.

Fifteen years ago, I was a young mother of two, exhausted from my long days and never ending nights.  Not to mention, I had absolutely no clue what I was doing.  I still look back to those days and wonder how we all survived.

Ten years ago, I was finishing up the last year of my bachelor's degree, juggling two young children and all their overkill of homework and activities, as well as working full-time.  It's no wonder my hair began to fall out shortly after graduation 😁 And yes, those are VHS videos behind me.  Shhhh...

Five years ago, I made a leap of faith.  I chose to stop sitting on the sidelines and rose up like a fierce lioness, never looking back on the life that I left.  I found my voice and owned my life.  Tower of Terror, baby.

What will the big 4-0 bring me?

I do know this...

  • I still feel like I'm 20.  Until I'm around 20 year-old's and then... well then I feel ancient.
  • The older I become, the less I care what others think of me. Although there are those split second moments where I think, "oh no, what will they think of me?", but it's quickly followed by, "who the fuck cares what they think of me."
  • Life rarely goes as planned.  In fact, life is a bitch with an axe and a bottle of tequila.  Hold the lime.  She uses that to drip into our wounds, followed by the salt of our existence.
  • Life is also like "a box of chocolates".  Same philosophy as above, just better tasting and far more exciting 😚
  • I'm not the same person I was twenty years ago.  I'm not even the same person I was five years ago.  I hear that's a good thing.  Always growing and evolving, becoming a better person and taking the lessons I have learned so far and applying them to my life.
  • Giving is better than receiving.
Being in the last month of my 30s feels bizarre, although yes... I realize it's all in my head.  My journey as an author has taught me the value of support and friendship to those who are working their ass off to be the best they can be in this life.  That being said, my sprint towards my 40s has to be done in style.

If you are an artist of any kind, writer, photographer, sculptor, painter, musician, etc. I would LOVE to support you on your path, while releasing the last days of my 30s out into the universe.  Every single day for the next 31 days, I will purchase a creation by an artist.  As well, over the course of 2017 I will choose a day to highlight that piece of art on my blog and all my social media.

If you are interested in having one of your books, albums/songs, paintings or any piece of art featured by me, please leave a message in the comments below with a link to your website and place to purchase.  If it is something I know I would enjoy, I'll contact you and will purchase the item within the next month.  If it is not something I would be interested in, but you commented and it is appropriate for my readers and followers, I will share it on all my social media.

Let's make this fun.  Spread the love and may Theia's light shine favorably upon you 🌚🌏🌄

And as always, check out my books 😘

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Tony Robbins Five Steps To Change

“Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.” -Mahatma Gandi

Five Steps To Change

  1. See it as it is, not worse than it is.
  2. Get to the real truth and deal with it.
  3. Get a vision and get strong.
  4. Get a role model and learn their strategies.
  5. Give more than you expect to receive.
Tony Robbins asks five questions and these are my answers:

1. What has been one of the toughest times of your life that you made it through?

I married a drug addict. My toughest time was the five years I watched, while he destroyed everything we built, along with himself. I say watched, because no matter what I said and no matter what I did, nothing changed. He stole, he lied, he told me I was crazy, he disappeared, he threw up, he drugged me, he rigged my phone to not turn on, he got our telephone wires cut, he had mafia after him, etc., etc., etc.

2. What pulled you through this crisis?

My children. I had to protect them. Although his fatherhood was never questioned, he put all of our lives in danger, multiple times. I couldn’t turn to anyone for a long time, because I feared their rejection of him. I finally had to make a decision... take back my power or fall with him.

3. What was your life before the crisis?

Before I realized the drug addiction, I was happy. The first six months of our marriage was absolute bliss and joy and I laughed at people when they claimed the first year of marriage was the hardest. At that time, I couldn’t imagine a better relationship.

4. What did you do to turn things around?

I walked away. After his druggie friend called me and told me my husband was a mess and a hazard to everyone around him, I knew he had crossed a line that I could no longer save him from. I barely saw him any more, as he was gone day and night, only returning once or twice a week and I had no idea what was occurring in his life. I called my dad and brothers and I left that night. It was the day I chose to not be a victim any longer.

5. How is your life better today because of what you went through?

Before him, I didn’t believe I had a voice in this world. The day I took back my power and chose to stand in my strength was the day I realized I not only had a voice, but I had the right to express it.

What are the answers to your five questions? 
You are stronger than you think.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Organizing My Day

One of my followers on Wiselike asked me these questions and I wanted to share what was discussed here and get all your thoughts on the subject :)

Everyone has the same number of hours in a day, not everyone is able to use them effectively as you seem to. What advice can you give those who want to stay focused and accomplished more? How can you write a novel and a blog while handling the responsibilities of being a buyer without feeling overwhelmed or burned out?


Oh, I have my moments. I don't believe I would be human if I didn’t become overwhelmed or burned out at times. These are the things that have worked to help me stay focused:

1. I always have my "me" time. This could consist of 5 minutes of meditation, an hour of reading, or a half hour of a bubble bath, among many ideas. I have found if I do not find moments during the day to breath, and remember why I want success, I will fail before I even begin.

2. Organizing, by prioritizing my day, keeps me from being overwhelmed. I work as a Buyer Monday-Friday, during the day. When I return home, I focus on dinner, homework, or whatever my family may need. It is never a consistent or normal time, as most parents know, however I have adapted to rolling with the punches. I don't always have the chance to write everyday, but I make it a priority at least 4-6 times a week. Along with exercise and "me" time.

Advice on staying focused and accomplishing more... First, breath. It will never be perfect, and it will rarely turn out the way you planned in your head, but consistency is what creates a name. Keep going. Take your breaks, but never give up.

Organize and prioritize, not only your profession(s), but your home as well. A well organized home requires less upkeep and therefore a person will be able to focus more on the goals and plans they have set before them.

I leave my Author hat at home, when I’m a Buyer. Concentrating on two professions, at the same time, does not work for me. I have learned to focus on each of them, during their designated times. Although they filter into one another, at times, it is something I do not allow to happen often, and I stay on target by giving each my full attention, at their appropriate moments.


What do all my friends and fans think about managing their time? We all have crazy, chaotic lives... what do you all do to keep your life from imploding (or exploding)?


Friday, September 30, 2016

The Unforgiven Book Reveal


The Unforgiven


Enter the twisted, talented minds of

J.L. Clayton

R.L. Weeks

K.L. Humphreys

Aaron L Speer

Becca Moree

Valerie Roeseler

as they bring you six horrifying tales of woe and malice packed with monsters seeking revenge. These original short stories will have you looking over your shoulders and cowering under your covers in fear of what lurks in the dark.


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Seeing Red By J.L. Clayton


All her life, Challis has been bullied by the people around her, and now the thin string holding her sanity intact has snapped...The only thing she sees is crimson. They say revenge is best served cold, but Challis will take hers: hot, sticky and red! Come along for one horrific ride as author J.L.Clayton takes a forsaken girl and turns her into a heartless killer. Seeing Red has never looked so frightening.


Twisted Insanity By R.L. Weeks


Author R. L. Weeks brings you Twisted Insanity. It cannot be reasoned with. It cannot be bargained with. Jacob has been locked up for ten years, waiting for his chance to take his revenge on Gale, his ex-wife. After persuading the mental health team that he has recovered, he goes on a killing stint. Gale is about to find out the extent of his twisted insanity. facebook-button


Truth Or Dare By K.L. Humphreys


Taken to a psychotic man's playground, Becca only hopes her husband can get help to save her, before she ends up like the others.The Missing Persons Unit team know that unless they stop a madman and find missing Becca, they will be finding body parts in the forest. Author KL Humphreys will have you looking over your shoulder wondering what is really going on in the minds of those you call family. facebook-button


The Independents By Aaron L Speer



Martina Johnson is a failed traditionally published author. She's already been forgotten by the public. Martina hatches a plan to re-emerge from the shadows of obscurity, by creating a persona for herself as an indie author, the hot and mysterious Damien Kane. While her deception garners her many admirers, she also comes to the attention of the Independents. Success comes with a price and Martina hasn't paid hers. Not yet. facebook-button


Hell House By Becca Moree



A walk through the Hell House leaves Erin questioning if visiting the Carnival of Darkness was a good idea after all. The sounds pouring from the mouths of the actors in each room were just a little too good.A little too...real. Step into a world of unthinkable torture as author Becca Moree takes one innocent college student on a Halloween outing she will never forget..


Ashes of Paradise By Valerie Roeseler


In the heart of small town Sycamore stands a quiet home with a new addition to a loving couple. The Davidson’s have longed for this moment, and Abigail is the most beautiful baby they had ever dreamed of. What Olivia and Christopher Davidson don’t realize is a festering darkness grins from the shadows of Abigail’s room and leaves a piece of itself behind. Author Valerie Roeseler will enlighten you on a story you know all too well, revealing the lies within your comfortable fairytale with a twist you never saw coming. facebook-button


Sunday, September 25, 2016

Note To Self - You've Got This

It's happened again.  That moment where my body is screaming at me to slow the fuck down.

How do I know, you ask?

When my stomach churns with bubbled knots and my heart skips ferociously in my chest, while my left wrist aches with the pricks of a dozen needles, I know I have tossed myself back into the panic zone.

Eleven years ago, my older children's dad passed away, leaving me to mend their broken hearts and soothe their ravaged nightmares.  Months later, I raced to the E.R. with a pain in my chest and shortness of breath.  As I registered, the check-in lady informed me I was most likely experiencing a panic attack.  She was wrong.

After the rush of the CT Scan, I was admitted to the hospital with a Pulmonary Embolism.  My life would never be the same.

My doctor stood next to my hospital bed, listening to me cope by joking about my own death.  She cleared her throat and said, "I know this is your way to make yourself feel better, but your chances of not making it, were more significant then you realize.  Be glad you arrived, before this turned into something more dire."

My life shifted that day.  I realized I was all my children had.  Their dad had already passed on and now I couldn't be reckless in my life, because those two babies were counting on me to be in their lives every single day from here on out.

And that was the day my panic attacks became a normal occurrence in my life.

At first, they were constant, forcing me to consult my doctor and have her prescribe me Xanax.  For months I relied on that pill to keep me sane.  I hated the way I felt on them, but I despised the way I my body functioned off of them.

After nearly a year, I quit taking the pill.  Cold turkey.  Yes, I know how dangerous that is.  At least, now I know.  In the moment, I had no idea, but I was determined to take back my power.  I refused to be controlled by my anxiety, nor was I going to have my only saving grace be a little white pill.

I stopped taking the pills and I have never looked back.  Step by step, I learned to recognize my triggers and control my reactions.

Now, I'm extremely conscious of my body's reactions to the world around me.  Today, after two days of consistent panic attacks (nausea, quickened pulse, light-headiness, pain in my left wrist and an inability to think clearly) I have acknowledged I need to take a deep breath.

Sometimes, it takes me a few days to realize the pickle I have put myself in.  But now that the light has come on, I can fix it.

I am in control of my body.

And today I soothe my own self back to health, because I am my number one advocate.


Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Itty Bitty Tale - Look To The Stars

My mom was a woman of science and I would spend hours lying on her bed, listening to her talk about the universe and all that it encompasses. She taught me about the suns, black holes, and the planets, educating me on everything we had discovered, up to that point.

But it didn't end there.

She spoke of other intelligent life, believing that the universe would be a lonely place if other beings, humans or some form of intelligent life did not exist out in that vast amount of space.

"If you can dream it, God has already created it."

Her words.

This is why my fascination with our existence and the mysteries of our universe, interrupts my dreams and keeps me awake at night, manifesting into multiple stories, including Theia's Moons.

My stories have evolved over the years and I owe my vivid imagination to my mom and dad. They both enjoyed speaking of the stars to their children, lying out on the trampoline, in our rural little town, content to share their love for the unknown.

Cheers to the dreamers!  You keep the creative spark alive in me!

I often wonder what inspires others to write, draw, paint, compose music, etc. For everyone out in the world, what brings on that undying desire and drive to create something from nothing?   

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Niki's August Reading Favorites

Hello world!  I have been a tad bit behind these past few weeks and I am working hard to catch up before Comic Con this next week.  Although, I did go on a much needed ADULT vacation just over a week ago, and I have to say, it was fantastic!! 

I thought I would catch up on writing and blogging while I was away, but well... I didn't.  I baked in the sun (with sunscreen, of course), I read two books, I used Uber for the first time, drank beer with a room full of firefighters, and spent as much time as possible with my handsome man.  Oh yes... and there was absolutely zero complaining, whining and arguing.  I was in heaven.

Anyway, after all the fun, I returned home to being a responsible parent and adult and was rushed right back into my daily duties, and never had the chance to sit down and complete all my much needed and wanted writing.

So... back to business!  This month I wanted to showcase the three books I have most recently completed, along with one I finished last year.

Book One - A Passing Of Each Perfect Moment

The beginning of this book threw me for a loop, but not in a bad way.  The author created a mysterious start with chapter one and spiraled it down a path that eventually twisted back and explained the many mental questions. 

Here is  my review on Amazon:

This was a fantastic sci-fi read with a twist of spirituality and fantasy. The protaganist, Emily Diaz wakes up from a dream that had been filled with screams, crying and confusion. She woke up in her dorm room, but looking around she feels something is off. The story moved forward quickly with a stunning amount of twistsand turns that kept me on the edge of my seat.

Without giving anything away, Emily has always felt she did not belong in this world and when she wakes up in her dorm room that day and begins her journey of awareness the author creates a world of mystery and a storyline where you cannot wait to find out what happens next. The details are engaging and the development of characters makes you feel like you are part of their story.

Book Two - Up In A Treehouse

I just finished this book this past week!  K.K. Allen has become one of new favorite authors and I am excited to read her short story that is currently in my reading list.

I began following the author on Twitter, about a year ago and from there I read her entire series The Summer Solstice.  When this book came out, I purchased a signed copy directly from the author and I was not disappointed!

Here is my review:

I began this book while I was on vacation, sunbathing in Las Vegas and I became so engrossed in the story, from page one that I forgot I was baking in the sun. After over three hours, I begrudgingly closed the book and allowed my skin a break from the toaster.

That being said, this was an incredibly fantastic written story. I was mesmerized by the characters and their entanglement with one another. The flashbacks and flash forwards made the story that much more interesting and made me fall in love with Devon, Chloe and Gavin more and more. And I adored reading about Chloe and Gavin's relationship. What a beautiful, tormenting, sexy and heartbreaking love story.

The author has once again, pulled me in and twisted my heart into a knot. I love her books and highly recommend this book to anyone who loves a great love story.

Book Three - A Blaze of Magic: Chosen Saga Book Two

Another favorite author!  J.L. Clayton is a joy to follow on Facebook and I have loved reading the first two books of the Chosen Saga.  After Comic Con, I will be starting book three and I CANNOT wait!  She brings her characters to life in the most exciting  and enthralling ways and keeps me on the edge of my seat throughout the entire books.

If you want to be involved in a fun group, find her on Facebook or Twitter and join in the crazy fun!  There is nothing like watching someone you admire, rise quickly to the top and know they belong there!

Here is my review on Amazon:

I am smitten by Charlie's story! What a fantastic sequel! I enjoyed the fast pace and the constant twist and turns that kept me on the edge of my seat from the beginning to the end. The author did a great job to keep my attention and created a story that is still making me crave more! I cannot wait to read number three and see what is in store for Charlie, her family and all her new friends!

Book Four - Raven's Peak

This, my friends, was an excellent beginning to what will be an amazing series.  Lincoln Cole has such a gift with words and I have loved reading every single one of his books.

I have no idea where he is going with this series, but if they are written as well as this one, I will not be disappointed.  I am a sucker for any form of fantasy, paranormal, supernatural, sci-fi and/or adventure book and this one quickly rose to my top ten favorite series. 

Because I came into this series from the beginning, I will have to actually wait for the next book, but since my reading list is extremely ginormous, I just might be able to cool down the anticipation.  Haha!

Take a look at my review:

As usual, Lincoln Cole, astounds me. This is now my new favorite of his books. Amazing writing that sucks me in from page one and every time I had to put it down, my thoughts continuously returned to the story, anxious to read what happened next.

I absolutely loved the paranormal/supernatural aspect of the story and as the author set up different scenes and new characters, the suspense continued to build. I loved reading about Haatim and his growth throughout the book, along with his growing admiration for Abigail. This story ended on a major cliffhanger, which I love, and I cannot wait to get my hands on the next book in the series.

Five stars all the way and I highly recommend this read!

Well, folks, let me know if you have any questions about these authors.  You can find them all on Facebook and Twitter.

Keep up the reading and I will chat with you all again soon!

XXXX - Niki

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Itty-Bitty Tale - We Survived To Be Adults

I have to start this Itty-Bitty tale with a disclaimer:

I LOVE my siblings and while I might make fun of them, their clothes and their expressions and possibly their thoughts (well what I think they are thinking), I am poking at my own oddball moments as well.  On that note...

My childhood was quite the adventure.  I grew up in a Podunk town about thirty minutes South of Salt Lake City, Utah, nestled up against Mahogany Mountain.  I spent my days during the summer riding bikes, playing sports, swimming in the creek, building huts in the trees, chasing deer up the mountain and sneaking through the golf course to stare enviously at the copious amounts of sweets at Kountry Korner, our closest gas station.

We lived in a child's dreamland.

One of the fantastic things that my parents did was drive us around our ginormous state and introduce us to some delightful views.  Here is one of my favorites...

It cannot get better than this.  Look at us!  We were epic in our day!

Can you guess our whereabouts?!?

Yes, I am the one inserting my unsanitary fingers in my mouth and sticking my tongue out at the camera.  I thought it was adorable and well, I was correct.

My 100% natural, younger brother believed he was adorable as well, but he fails to recognize to this day that only one of us is awarded that status and because he was birthed after me, he never stood a chance.  I mean, really.

Back to the Future brother, sporting his rad glasses and holding his lucky rabbit's foot has no idea how lucky he was, to not be decked by my booty shorts bro standing next to him.  Not because he did anything wrong, but because he was the closest person within reach and my sister (I love you!) was most likely grumbling as most teenagers do, creating the stare of death pulsating from booty shorts bro's eyes.

And my mom... she is smiling.  I had to zoom in and double check, but there is definitely a smile dangling on her lips.  It might be a "I am ready to throttle my child" kind of grin, but alas it was still a smile.

We survived and that is what counts.  Cheers to my parents enduring patience!

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Later, folks!

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Itty-Bitty Tale - Nose In A Book

My dad had this habit of dragging us kids off to distant mountain ranges, with nothing but dirt, sagebrush and looming trees. On occasion we would camp near a stream and would spend our day panning for gold, which did spark moments of excitement, along with our metal detector findings.

However, without fail, no matter where we ventured, I made sure I had a book to read. Call it an obsession, but back in the cool days I didn't have an iPhone to stick my nose in, just my books.

Yes, this was typically what I did while camping. Don't laugh. Apparently, someone thought it was an excellent moment to capture on film...


These days when I find one of my kids reading, especially when it's one of my books, my heart swells with pride. Maybe they will learn the love of reading and follow in their mom's footsteps.

Or something along those lines.

What fun adventures did your parents force you to go on? (Dad I'm kidding, promise!)

Cheers to the 1980 and 1990 book nerds. May your children be just as rad.

Swing on by my website and take a gander at my fantasy books...

Until next time. Mwah!

Monday, July 18, 2016

Niki's July Book Recommendations

I have to say, reading is way too much of an obsession and if my eyes would just stay open like they did at age twelve, I would read all night long.  Over the years I have read hundreds, upon hundreds of books and if I had my way, I would have one room filled with books from floor to ceiling and cushy couches nestled in the middle. 

My own secluded library.  I may share it with my family... if they are nice.

As a fun, new addition to my blog, I thought I would give four book recommendations each month.  For now I will do it as one blog post, but I might break it up and do one book per week, with more information.

Don't forget, when you buy a book, the author is depending on your review once you have completed reading. It only takes a few minutes out of your day to stop by Amazon and Goodreads and let others know your thoughts.


Book One - The Summer Solstice Series

The first one is actually a series.  I finished the third book about a month ago, and now I am a loyal reader of this author, K.K. Allen. 

I LOVE these books and I think Disney should pay close attention to this author.  They would be an excellent new addition to their movies!

Here is my review for the final book, The Descendants:
I have been dying to read the last book of the Summer Solstice series for a few months now, and life finally handed me some time to sit down and enjoy the chaotic madness of Kat's life and adventures! I LOVE this book!!! K.K. Allen is a fantastic author and I am so pleased to have stumbled across her books.

Don't take my word for it. Buy the books and dive into the magical world that the author has so beautifully created! You will not regret it.
These are already on my list to buy for my eleven year old daughter, as her Easter gift next year (we are boring, books and treats are what my kids receive for Easter).  Don't let these books or this author's work pass you by!

You can find these on Amazon:

The Summer Solstice Series Amazon Link

Book Two - What Would Angels Do?

Have you ever been interested in learning about Angels?  If so, this is the book for you.  Crystal Doty has articulated a well thought out book, full of personal stories, explanations of the Archangels and how we can become more like these mysterious beings.

This author has things going for her.  I can see her ascending to positions in this world like Doreen Virtue and Dr. Wayne Dyer.  You don't want to miss her way to the top.

Here is my review of her book:
Wow! I am in awe of this book. Before I began reading, I did not know much about the 15 Archangels, but now I can understand why the author felt compelled to write about them. She has created a masterpiece full of engaging and intriguing ideas. She calls the Archangels our strongest allies and then proceeds to bring them to life, by explaining their missions and how we can be more like them, in order to create a better world for all. I am excited to read her future books and continue to educate myself on her teachings.
You can it on Amazon here:

What Would Angels Do? Amazon Link

Book Three - Spark of Magic

I have come across many exciting books, and this one is no exception.  The author keeps events fast paced and intense, which makes me only crave more.

This book is also a part of a series and I am currently reading book of the Chosen Saga.  J.L. Clayton is an entertaining writer and will spiral you down a number of unexpected paths, making you beg for more.

My review of her A Spark of Magic:
Once the story began to move forward, I couldn't put it down. I tried reading throughout the night, but my eyes were too tired, and had to finally put it down. I just finished today, and I have to say, I'm hooked.

The author did a phenomenal job with character development, and created a world I related to as a teenager. It was fun to careen back to that age and remember the crazy drama of my younger years! J.L. Clayton takes you down a wild ride, filled with magic, love, darkness and chaos. I highly recommend reading this book! I can't wait to read the next two books and find out more about Charlie, Crispin, Jace and Tru!
You can find this book on Amazon:

Spark of Magic Amazon Link

Book Four - Second Chances

If you want to plummet into an emotional roller coaster, filled with goosebumps, tears, loads of smiles, and a fistful of WTF's, this will be an excellent choice of reading.  Lincoln Cole is a genius and his writing style had me captivated from page one.

Take a look at my review:

Wow! Second Chances by Lincoln Cole, is a must read. From the first page, I was hooked, and anxious for more. I read whenever I had a moment, and was absolutely engrossed by the story. I cannot say enough fabulous things about this book. The author is sincerely a gifted writer, and has a way with words. If you are looking for a dynamically emotional story, filled with life lessons, this is the story for you.

It begins with a mother, looking for a better education for her younger children, which spirals into the struggles of her eldest daughter, and a man who forgot how to be outward focused. Beautifully written, I was enthralled by their lives and the reasons they all became who they were. Everyone has a story, and this book embodies that thought, along with learning to take responsibility for our own lives.

I cannot recommend this book enough! It is officially in my top ten favorites.
You can find this book on Amazon here:

Second Chances Amazon Link

If you have any questions about these books, the authors pages and contact information are also on Amazon.  Just click on their names and send them a message. 

Until next time!  Happy Reading!

XXXX - Niki Livingston

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Dear Fellow Humans

As a writer, I second guess everything I type onto social media, blogs, and even my books. I can spend days mulling over one paragraph or scene, wondering if it will be taken incorrectly or if it sounds the way I envision it in my head.

This post is no different.

Writing can lack expression, so I want to be crystal clear on my thoughts and feelings.

My heart is full of love and compassion for the people I share this planet with. At the same time, my heart grieves and aches for the lives we have so carelessly and maliciously lost this past week.


In many eyes, I am a white, privileged woman, who was born into an area where I was surrounded by abundance. I do not know what it is like to be truly in a state of poverty. Although I have been to the bottom of a pit, curled up in fetal position (literally), wondering if I will ever be able to climb back out, it was not the lowest pit in our world and this is something I recognize and acknowledge. My trials do not compare to what others in our world and nation have endured.

I have never walked in a store and been racially profiled. People do not walk by me and cling to their purses, partners or children. The fraction of racism I have encountered, is nothing compared to what black people are enduring, even in the 21st century.

I just want to say to all African Americans, I see you. I hear you. I BELIEVE you. And... I am on your side.

Today was the day I finally had my AH-HA moment. Yes, ALL LIVES DO MATTER. I agree! However, that is not the point. Right now there is a part of us that is hurting and that is why BLACK LIVES MATTER has become a movement. We are ALL in this together and just like a broken bone needs healing, we deserve to repair the damage we have done to the black people in our lives.

As well, let's support the men and women who put on their police uniform and serve and protect our communities. Let's teach our children to respect the ones who risk their lives every single day, on and off duty, to keep us safe. Yes, there are bad cops. No, they are not the majority. Respect goes both ways and until we learn and teach each other that ALL of us matter, nothing will change.

I refuse to sit by and wait to see what happens. I will do my part by NOT being silent. I am on the side of humanity and I want to change the way our world is functioning, reacting and responding to anyone who is different from themselves.

Together, let's discover a new way to make our world a better place. What we are doing now, is not working. We have the capability to step back, take a wider view and re-evaluate. Instead of reacting, we can act. Stand up for one another. Stop sitting back and expecting others to do the work. If every single person, stood up and said, "Enough is enough", I believe we will create a ripple effect that will have a positive impact for future generations.

No more lives need to be taken. No more violence needs to be acted upon. WE can make a change for the better and for once, really SEE each other.

I don't always have the right words and I don't always know what to say, but I'm here and willing to be a part of our Human Movement. I want our children to grow up in a safer world. I desire for us all to know and love each other as human beings.

I stand by my fellow humans.

Who's with me?


Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Happy 4th of July America

Last night I reclined in my comfy camp chair, on the lawn of the courthouse in Steamboat Spring, Colorado and admired the awe-striking fireworks in front of me.

I listened to my tiny nieces words, who sat next to me on her mama's lap, "I like that one. I like that one. Mommy, do you like that one?"

Every single firework, had a commentary from her and it was adorable. She was memorized by the light show. Awe... to be a child again.

Last year, on the 24th of July, we moved into our new home. We had brought our cats over to the house and left them on our back porch. Honestly, I don't know what we were thinking. The 24th of July is Pioneer Day in Utah and therefore we have a plethora of fireworks lighting up the sky. As we were nearing our previous home to pick up a load of our possessions, the fireworks began to fill the sky and my thoughts immediately went to my two kitty-cats.

I knew they would not be home when we returned.

We never found my cats and it broke my heart. We searched the fields near the house, we delivered flyers to our neighbors, and we even visited pet jail, but to no avail. As the days turned into weeks, I felt my heart shatter a little bit more, knowing the chances of finding them was growing slim. They had been with us for seven years and were the sweetest, most loving cats I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.

I blamed the fireworks. I was angry with the people who so recklessly shot up hundreds of fireworks across our little town. However, the only person I have to blame was myself. My negligence was the reason I no longer get to see my cats every day. I should have put them inside, knowing the new home and the fireworks combined would be too much stress for them. Although my son and I are both allergic, we could have tolerated a few days, allowing them to become familiar with their new home.

Flash forward to today and although I miss my kitties, I did enjoy the firework show last night. It was not the fireworks or the other people's fault my cats are gone. It is mine and I get to take responsibility, instead of passing the buck onto someone who was probably being far more responsible than I was. The fireworks are a symbol of our freedoms and I will not be the one to take away from that celebration.

That being said, I have to say, I am proud to be an American. I am thrilled to be a citizen of the United States of America. I stand in awe and quiet praise of the men and women who have given their lives for my freedom. I do not apologize for my citizenship or my love for my country.

No, I do not support war and I realize others do not think the U.S of A is the greatest country in the world. To me it is not a competition. However, THAT does not take away my pride. I am allowed to love the country I live in, without apology. I don't have to love the government and their idiotic and destructive choices, to still love MY country.

I grow weary of the vile and disgusting way other people demand that I feel guilty for loving my country. I am saddened by my fellow citizens desire to put down everything great this country has worked for to become a strong house in this world. We have divided on an immeasurable level and it frightens me to know where this path is taking us.

We are in an election year and unfortunately this brings out the absolute worst in people across the nation. We forget that we are all in this together and when we choose to divide, we only encourage others to find ways to make us fall. By our own making, we have delivered ourselves to the enemy and unless we pull our heads out of the sand, they will win.

I am a Humanist. I believe in doing good to all people. We have the capability of evolving and rising above the hate and greed and becoming a united people once again. Regardless of religion, gender, sexual orientation, race, etc. we can stand strong and put a stop to the leaders, the government, the loud and obnoxious voices, who are intent on dividing us into our separate SHEEPLE stations. Really listen to what these "leaders" are saying to us and then RESEARCH for yourself and use your own brain to decide if what they are saying is really worth the hate between one another.

I for one choose to rise above the hateful and vile comments. I AM better than this. And I believe everyone else out there, is as well. Let go of the desire to be right and realize this world is only going to become better if we stop acting like a bunch of entitled, spoiled children.


Friday, July 1, 2016

Combating Stress

I am easily in a constant state of fight or flight mentality, every single waking moment (and sometimes while slumbering).  I didn't want to be here, in fact I never even saw it coming, until it smacked me upside the head and knocked me to the ground. Alas, it is my life and I have to find a way to get a grip on my stress.

A normal day for me goes like this:

6AM - Wake up, shower, wake up two teenagers, meditate (a new implementation), make-up, hair
7AM - Wake up my 1st grader, help him start the shower, finish getting ready and make sure he showers and gets ready, make his breakfast, pack his lunch and eat my own breakfast
8:20AM - Drop off my 1st grader to school and head into work
8:45AM - 3PM - Work in the office... which consists of everything and anything, along with my basic duties. Multiple texts from my two teenagers, asking for whatever their hearts are desiring. Fires to be extinguished (figuratively speaking, thank the gods), and so on and so forth.
3:25PM - Pick up my 1st grader from school
3:40 - 6:30PM - Work from home
6:30PM - Make dinner and eat
7:30PM - A variety of things can happen at this time, but usually I spend an hour to three hours working on my writing, book marketing or researching. If I'm burned out, I will watch TV.  I also find 15-30 minutes to work out, during this time, although there are weeks I am not as consistent with this. Before I go to bed, I usually read for 30 minutes to an hour and meditate for at least 10 minutes.  I would read until 3AM, but I no longer have that ability, considering 6AM arrives so damn fast.

Weekends consist of a mixture of events.  I work on my writing, book marketing and researching, but I also clean my house, run errands, work on other projects, yard work, laundry and blah, blah, blah... you get the picture.

This all sounds like typical life, so why am I complaining, you ask? I'm not...

What I AM doing is getting my shit together and finding better ways to deal with my life.

#1 - Mandatory Morning Meditation

To get a grip on my maddening stress, I implemented a mandatory meditation every morning for at least ten minutes. I have to do it. I am on the ledge, staring down at the terrain below and I would prefer to jump with a parachute, instead of free fall to my death.

During my meditation I envision how I would like my day to go. I put all my tasks in order, while calmly taking deep breaths. When I finish my mental daily task list, I spend the last few minutes thinking of the early morning ocean waves or sitting under a tree, high in the mountains after a fresh rain shower, and I allow my body to completely relax and remember who I am and what I truly desire in life.

Just this small change has deeply impacted how my days have gone. Although it remains a work in process, it has assisted me to focus more and has allowed my body the relaxation it requires.

#2 - For the Love of Life, Get Off Your Chair

Anyone who works at a desk and stares at a computer all day, will understand what I mean. When my back is slumped so far that a hump is emerging and my neck is officially turtle contorted, I have to stop what I am doing, stand up and walk away. Whatever it takes, I will find a reason to walk away. Bathroom break, walk around the building break, or finally go speak face-to-face with the co-worker in the next office, instead of picking up my phone and calling them break.

Even better, if you can afford a standing desk, buy one. I am saving up for mine, which will be for my home office and maybe someday I can talk the owner into buying me one for work. Or use a Yoga ball. Those things magically keep you on the straight and narrow.

#3 - Take Deep Breathes

I know, this is what everyone says to do. Because.. TA-DA... it works. When my children are on the verge of doom, I ask them to take a deep breath... or two.  Seeing red soon turns into a pale pink (and no, I'm not talking about my pasty skin). When my life suddenly feels impossibly chaotic and unorganized, I stop what I'm doing, close my eyes and take several deep and long breaths. Whatever that extra oxygen does to my brain, has held me back from saying sentences and words that should never be mentioned out loud... to anyone.

#4 - Work It

I can suck at this part, but when I do stay consistently active, my stress levels decrease and I suddenly feel like I can manage life once again. Usually in the evening I do something. Five minutes is better than nothing, and sometimes that is all I can manage.

#5 - Evening Ritual

I sit against my bed, close my eyes and relax every muscle from my shoulders and up. Then I do neck circles, stretching my neck muscles little by little. I spend 10-15 minutes stretching and massaging my jaw and neck and then another 5-10 minutes meditating and allowing my whole body to let go of the day. The best part of it all, I have been going to bed earlier and waking up feeling more refreshed and ready to conquer the new day.

#6 - Get Over Others Opinions Of Myself

Who cares what everyone else thinks. As long as I am being a decent human, other people's opinions are just that, their opinion. As I've become wiser in my increasing lifespan, I have arrived to a place where others thoughts and opinions of myself, don't mean diddly squat. If you don't like me, don't let the door hit you on the ass on your way out of my life. I only want and deserve awesome, motivated and inspiring folks in my life, and if you are not here to add value to my life, then go find someone else to harass... preferably yourself.

#7 - Stop Reading The News And Comments

Do I really need to explain why this is imperative. Just stop. I did, for the most part (although every so often I get sucked back in). You will thank yourself, even when you are completely oblivious to our world's one-sided and half-truth news. People are assholes to each other over the internet. So just stop.

Just my thoughts on the subject. Stress bites. Everyone deserves some solace and peace in their lives and if my solutions assist others, then I say hip-hip-hooray!


XXXX - Niki

Thursday, June 9, 2016

Itty-Bitty Tale - Childhood Adventures

Adventure was the norm in my family. We were always going somewhere, doing something. My dad loved to go camping, and we did the extreme camping in the middle of Timbuktu, where the bears and wolves were waiting in the shadows ready to chow down on our scrawny limbs... maybe that's why we survived.

My childhood was filled with panning for gold, searching for Native American writings, and afternoons traveling down the Snake River with my cousins. Just to name a few.

Growing up, my mom would tell me stories of the stars, and what she believed was out there. My dad introduced Star Wars, Star Trek, E.T., and even Alien to me at an early age. We were surrounded by adventure, along with a fascination of our universe. We had my mom's scientific views and my dad's imagination. Our young minds were filled with their knowledge and words.

My parent's passed this on to me, and to honor them, I write. I take my past, and their many stories, and I twist them into a new and exciting fantasy.

Join me in my adventures! It is only going to get better from here!

***Picture is from the mid 80s with four of my siblings (there are seven of us) and my parent's. Adorable, right? 

Friday, June 3, 2016

A Child's Grief

Rummaging through my pictures I ran across this picture from September 2005. Instantly, memories of this trip to St. George, Utah flooded my mind and brought tears to my eyes.
Less than three weeks before this moment, my older children's dad passed away. Most people who know me, know all to well, the hell we endured during this heart wrenching passing of time.

We traveled the few hours to St. George for a family reunion on my Dad's side, but we mostly tagged along because I needed to breath. The pain I was watching my children endure was excruciating and I needed to whisk them away and pause reality, if just for a moment.

However, the pain followed us there... During one of our gatherings, I lost sight of my four year old son, Chandler, and went in search of him. Opening the doors to the deck, I spotted him leaning against the railing, his arms folded and resting on top of the banister, with his face to the setting sun. As I stepped towards him, I noticed the glistening of tears streaming down his face. My happy, go-lucky child was hurting. Lowering myself down to his level, I turned him towards me.

"Why are you crying?" I asked, searching his eyes.

A sob rose quickly, as he said, "I miss my daddy."

A flood of tears escaped his eyes, as I gathered him into my arms. We wept in our grief and my little boy clung to me more than he has ever done again.

He missed his daddy.

This picture was taken when we visited my Great Aunt Nola, during this trip. My little guy was not shy and was more than willing to show her his favorite book. He has always been the happy, upbeat and overly hyper child, but he still has his moments of sadness. And this was one of them I will never forget.

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Powerful Warrior Mama's

My six year old asked what I wanted for Mother's Day, and I told him, "Peace and quiet."  He was silent for a moment, and then responded with, "But only on Mother's Day, right?"  Ha! 

Maybe someday he will learn!

I was reading this article from Working Mothers and I thought how great it is to be honoring such strong and powerful mothers.

As I was reading, my thoughts turned to all the mother's in my life, who I believe deserve some recognition, and within moments I had a lengthy mental list.  Just to name a few...

1. My Mother - Mary Patricia

What a woman.  She successfully raised seven children, and somehow managed not to strangle any of us through our teenage years.  Now that I have teenagers of my own, that accomplishment alone makes my admiration for her grow 100 fold.

She was tough on us and she held us to a high standard, but no matter what mistakes we made in our lives, she was there to pat our head or give us a hug.  She refused to enable us, and insisted we learn from our blunders, but she was always a phone call away if we needed to cry, vent or curse the world.  She was the epitome of love.

2. My Two Older Sisters

They have teased and sometimes tortured me my entire life, but these two women have been on my hero list for as long as I can remember.  They are strong mothers, who are raising wonderful children, and I can only hope I am half the mother they are.

3. My Sister-In-Laws

The fact that they are my sister-in-laws is reason enough for me to admire them.  I know my brothers and several of their habits, and these women are hero's for putting up with them.  But not only do they put up with them, they love, appreciate, and honor them as their husbands and the father of their children. They are some of the most patient and beautiful women I know, and I am grateful to have them be a member of our dysfunctional family.

4. My Dad's Wife - Sheri

Can I just say, putting up with my brothers is one feat, but guess who raised them?  Ha!  My dad is a lucky man to have found a woman who has the patience and serenity, which Sheri possesses.  She treats him well, and endures his jokes, while remaining classy and graceful.  She welcomed all seven of us misfits, plus our families into her life with open arms, and we have loved her ever since.  I admire her strength and love how supportive she is of all us, while being a never ending support to her own children and grandchildren.

5. My Partner's Mother - Kathy

I've only had the pleasure of meeting up in Colorado with her twice, but she has treated us like family from the first day we met.  Not only that, she raised a warrior.  A man who loves with his whole heart and has shown me how a real man treats a woman.  Because of her strength and guidance, she has given the world someone who is not only a hero to our community, but to myself and our family as well.  I am filled with gratitude knowing she is a part of mine and my children's lives.

6. My Kids Grandma - RoniLynn

This woman has a heart of gold.  She loves my kids with everything she has, and no matter what the time or distance, she makes sure they know they are loved.  As well, she let's me know that she loves me, and reminds me of my worth as a mother.  She successfully ran her own business for many years, and after selling it, she continued to pursue her passions, while taking care of her husband, children and grandchildren.  I have watched her go through one trial after another, and every time she rises above the ashes and resonates with a strength I have yet to know. 

7. All The Women I Work With

I can't say enough about my work friends.  I see these women four days of the week, all day long, and I cannot think of one who does not embody strength, dignity and beauty.  They work hard, endlessly striving to make the company we work for, that much better.  The ones who have children, spend hours after work and on weekends, cooking, chauffeuring, cleaning, doing homework and after putting them all to bed, having a few moments to themselves, before their exhausted bodies dive into dreamland.  These women know how to make the impossible happen.  They are powerful warriors in my book.

8. Animal Mama's

These women love their animals and deserve to be recognized for the good they do in our world.  I have a number of friends, who enjoy being an animal mama and have given these pets the love and safety they deserve, as living creatures of our Earth.  

To say I'm lucky, is an understatement.  I am surrounded by powerful women, and they have all been an example to me in one way or another.  I could go on about so many different women, and name them each one by one, but it would take too long and someone is bound to cry tears of boredom.  So I will leave you with this...

Don't forget to let the mom's in your lives know they are important, because they need love too.  Not only on Mother's Day, but every single day of the year.  They love their children with all their heart, and have sacrificed their time, body, and sanity to give them the best lives possible.  It means the world to them to know they mean something to their loved ones.  So go hug a mom today... but not in a creepy way... meaning, if you don't know them personally, don't hug them. 

Who in your life is a powerful warrior mama?

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Finding Success Within A Relationship

I have been married twice.

And twice I've been divorced.

I am definitely not an expert on relationships, but I have an idea of what it takes to be a powerful and supportive partner.

I say this because today I am in an amazing relationship, where for once, I feel accepted, loved, appreciated, and free to become the best selling author I have always dreamed of being.

"When it comes time to settle down, find someone who wants an equal partner.  Someone who thinks women should be smart, opinionated, and ambitious.  Someone who values fairness and expects or, even better, wants to do his share in the home.  These men exist and, trust me, over time, nothing is sexier." - Sheryl Sandberg

I actually read that quote in the book Girlcode by Cara Alwill Leyba.  She and I had a similar experience from a past relationship, which upon reading her experience compelled me to share mine as well.

Eight years ago I decided I was actually going to write a book.  I loved to write, keeping steady journals for myself and my children, along with doodling short stories in any notebook I could get my hands on.  I began blogging, slowly integrating myself into the writing world.  After about a year, while I was pregnant with my third and last child, I announced to my then husband that I was going to write and publish a book.

He was silent at first.  I reclined on a chair in the kitchen staring at his blank expression, wondering if he had heard me.  Moments later his eyes rolled, and with a condescending tone he said, "We will see."

Those words cut into my heart, twisting relentlessly at my soul.  I remained quiet, as he turned and walked away.  From there on out, he showed absolutely no interest in any of my writing, or my desire for success.

Cara Alwill Leyba continues to write her reaction, "That moment was a turning point for me.  I knew I could never be with a man who did not get as excited about my dreams as I did.  I knew I needed to be with someone who respected my ambition, who wanted to see me grow, and who wasn't afraid to see me shine."

What a brilliant lady.  In that moment, I felt the same way, but I was married to the man and carrying his child.  It was also my second marriage.  I wasn't prepared to leave him just because he didn't support my dreams, as well, I wanted to give him the chance to see what I could do and hopefully change his mind.  But as it turns out, my life path was not with him.  Over the next couple of years it became evident through more of his actions, and the day I decided to end the marriage was one of elation and gratitude to know I still had a voice.

I had continued to write, despite his lack of support, but the process was slow and I allowed him to take my power because I was worried I would irritate him.  Once we were divorced, my writing picked up speed and from that moment I grew exponentially, finally evolving because I took back my power and demanded to be heard. 

Now I live with a man who understands me.  He supports my goals and dreams.  When I ask him for advice on my ideas or plans, he is there to assist me onto a clearer path and brainstorm without complaint.  He loves to witness my passion for my writing, and is one of my loudest and strongest supporters.  It is super sexy to see his excitement for my ambitions, and I am forever grateful I found a man who is not afraid of my success.

Plus, he makes me laugh.  Hard.  To the point of tears and a headache.  Which only makes me love him more.

Mwah - Niki

It's my mom's birthday. She passed away six and a half years ago, and I still miss her and wish she could see where my life has gone. I think she would be proud.

Happy Birthday, Mom.  I miss you.

Monday, April 11, 2016

Taking Back Your Own Power

The other day I wrote a post listing four of my frustrations and issues with the world and our media.  You can find it here, if you would like to read it:

I realize I was a bit harsh, but I do not regret writing it.  I am not one to write those controversial of posts, because I believe that it invites more negativity into a person's life.  However, writing those words was not done lightly and I am honoring my feelings on those issues.

There is a fine line between allowing the negativity to consume your life and standing up for what you believe in.  If I remain silent just because I fear the backlash or dread the negative comments, I will only allow for the world to hold my power.  And that is not something I can allow to happen.

Someone once said to me, "You are part of the problem, if you choose to remain silent, and never stand up for others or yourself."

That right there, has stuck with me for a very long time.

The other day, when I decided to list my frustrations, and announce to the world I was boycotting the media outlets, I was doing it to take back my power.  It was not to hurt or ridicule any of the good people of our world, but only to remind myself, I have a choice.  My struggle with the garbage that is being broadcasted over the TV and social media, was my own issue, and I found a way to take back my power and gain control of the situation, until I discover a better way to deal with it.

Taking back your power... It can be a process, or it can come swift and firm.  It depends on the situation and your own determination and will power.

  1. Recognizing that your power has been taken, is always the first step.
  2. Getting a grip and focusing on the situation is next.
  3. Once you are focused and calm, it is time to decide what it will take to be in control of your own life again. This does not include any violent acts, physical force, or even mean, rude or hurtful words.  What this does include is finding your inner peace and deciding to stand up for yourself and what you believe is right.  If you do need assistance to get to that place, this is where you take the leap and find help.

****Just in case anyone takes what I said, as an excuse for hurting another human, or animal for that matter, then you have missed the point entirely and should return to my first post on the subject and read from the beginning****

Just a little story of my own...

I was once married to a drug addict.  I'm not talking about marijuana (although he did partake), I am speaking about cocaine, meth, heroine, etc.  Any hard drug, plus pain pills, he used.  I was afraid, alone, and the mother of two small children.  And I thought I was powerless to change my stars.

One night, I received a phone call from his drug addict buddy.  He was frightened for my husband, and wanted to warn me that "C" was out of control.  He proceeded to go down a list of events that had occurred recently.  I stood petrified in my kitchen, tears rolling down my cheeks, my hands shaking with grief, as one by one he named these awful things "C" had been doing.  A tornado of emotions swirled rapidly around my body, as dread for my life and my children's lives filled my mind.

I don't remember hanging up the phone, or even calling my dad, but within the next thirty minutes my three brothers, my dad and my good friend pulled up to my house and proceeded to pack up my belongings, and load them into their trucks.

Somehow, in one of the darkest holes of my life, I found the courage to free myself and my children from the dangers of his world.

Of course, it did not end there, and my life took some turns that scared me more than that phone call did, but I survived, and I did it because I found the strength to take back my power. 

I believe in the people of our world, and I also believe we have the ability to evolve and ascend to higher degree of humanity.  Taking control of our own lives, along with taking responsibility for our actions and reactions, will only make our planet a more peaceful place to live.  If we only stopped blaming others for our own lives, and realized we have the capability to change our stars, then the violence has a chance to end and we will no longer live as victims.

That was my point in the other post.  Even when something bad happens in our lives, because we cannot control other people's actions and reactions, we can still make a choice...

Be a victim and live in a state of anger, self-pity, hatred, resentment, etc, until we die with nothing to show but a sad life.


Rise above, take back our power, and live a life of accountability, love, peace and happiness, walking our own path, so when we reach the end we can look back and smile.

What choice will you make?