Author: Nova

“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.” ― Aisha Mirza

Day 14: Mommy Needs a Time Out

Good Morning:D It’s a grey and bleek Thursday morning here in my part of Ohio. I believe rain is to visit, periodically, this morning. While I had plans to invest some quality time into blogging, my daughters needed entertainment.

I knew there was plenty for them to do. Something about mommy pulling out toys with a few added words sparks their imagination much more quickly.

Growing up, I had 3 sisters and 4 brothers. I hated sharing toys. I hated when my mom would get impatient and tell us to go play. Now, I get it! Sometimes, every momma needs personal space. Sometimes, she just needs a 5 minuet time out.. to herself… So she can recollect and feel some sense of control in her life.

While I’m working on my thing, taking a little time for me, here’s a peak into the world of Zivah & Calandra 😀


Friday Fictioneers: Slave Duties


Photo Prompt ©️Yvette Prior

Thelma, Beatrice, and Georgette huddled in the back corner, awaiting the entrance of the Master’s wife , Angelica. She was the Lady of the House, and she conducted strict business with her “house slaves.”

“I reckon you’re in for an awful slashin!”, Beatrice whispered to Georgette.

“I pray for her mercy on you. Master & his wife always adding the distaste of untidiness in their stories away from home!”, Thelma added with empathetic eyes.

“Georgette, come with me! NOW!” Angelica harshly demanded. The night before flashed through Georgette’s mind. Her unexpected visitor charmed her with many sensual distractions.


Day 13

Prompt: List 5 things that bring me peace

  1. Spiritual (panflute, piano, panpipe, Celtic, and flute especially) music.
  2. Bodies of water
  3. Eucalyptus and Lanvander bath salts
  4. Incense
  5. Nature

  • What things bring you peace? Do you make sure these things are incorporated into your life regularly?

Day 12

Prompt:Which cartoon character best represents your personality?

A cartoon character that best fits my personality is the baboon, Rafiki, from The Lion King.

He is smart, funny, wise, always seeking truth, and respectful of the Earth’s balance. He tries to keep others on the right path, and he’s always putting others before himself. His wisdom is shared in moments when it’s needed, whether or not it was asked if him. He’s active, nurturing, and a great contribution to any group of characters.

Now, if I were to choose a historical fiction character,

Pocahontas would defiantly be her! She’s beautiful, wise, full of adventure, courageous, and Native American. She’s loved in nature as much as she loves it herself. She does what’s right despite what’s the popular opinion, and she’s a spiritual being.

Day 11

Prompt: Would you rather read only one book for a year or only watch one television show for a year, and which book or show would you pick?

I have tried several times, to read on a consistent basis… And I just can’t catch on. Watching a TV show, the same one for a year it is. To be quite honest, I’m not sure which one I’d pick.

What about you? Would you read a book or watch a movie? Which of either would you choose?

Day Ten

Prompt: Finish this sentence: Life is too short to…

Skip Dessert!

I’m a huge fan of donuts, muffins, chocolate, ice cream, …. well, MOST desserts🍦🍰🍪🍩🍫🍡🍰🥧! Don’t get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy fresh fruits, veggies, and good saturated fats, too. Desserts are just the “treat” that sweetens life. If I had to choose my top favorite, I’d say I’d pick:

Raspberry Chocolate Cheesecake! Yummy!!

Fictioneers Friday

Photo Prompt: Ronda Del Boccio 

Sarah sat in her wheelchair, admiring the new greenery her mother arranged on the old brick porch. She’s missed her wildlife, outdoors, and nature friends. She hasn’t been able to adventure out much this Spring; her immune system has been much too fragile.

Until recently, Sarah was a member of the Rhode Island Gardeners Association and Future Farmers Association . She also volunteered with the local Girl Scouts & 4H Club.

Roughly, 9 months ago, her world crashed. Sarah was diagnosed with Hodgkin Lympoma. Despite her illness, Sarah decided then to live every  moment to the fullest.

Depend on You


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“Wow, that’s high!”, thought the snail, “How will I ever eat now?”

“You can ride on my shell!” the turtle exclaimed. ” To slow!” thought the snail.

“You can sit on my wings!” the Robin added. “To fast!” thought the snail.

The only reasonable answer the snail 🐌 could find is to inch her way up all on her own.

She’s never too slow, where the meal becomes ruined; or she has to make it first.

She’s never too fast, where the meal has yet to arrive, when she’s hungry.

She proudly learned to depend on herself.


Day Nine

Prompt: Do you communicate differently online than you do in person?:

I don’t feel that I do. While growing up, my mother always said, “You’re never going to know who you are.” 🤔 That really annoyed me. It upset me moreso, though, because the way my life was going, it was completely true. I had no time to be a child, explore hobbies, participate in clubs or groups. I didn’t have the freedom to make mistakes and learn. That’s shit my parents couldn’t deal with because they chose to have 8 kids.

To slide away from the cynical, it wasn’t until I was much much older, that I decided wasted time is too expensive for me. I decided that I’m going to use clearly articulated communication as much as possible.

And, since then, I have. I know what I mean when say something. I am specific to the color of a period at the end of every sentence. Haha my friend recently confirmed my theory with, ” You put the 10 in 100.”

With that being said, I don’t feel I communicate differently. The difference is, I write more online than I talk in my real life. I don’t like people so I keep to myself. Haha!

Quit Being so Sensitive

If you’ve heard this more times in your life, than you’re own name, You may want to check out this HSP Pinterest Account 💙💚💙

HSP is known as Highly Sensitive People (plural is person). The common quote all of us has repeatedly heard is “Quit Being So Sensitive!”…. But, I want to suggest you don’t.

Being Highly Sensitive means you’re able to sense things on a much deeper level. This is a special gift, that was specifically chosen for you. Research, read, and remember your sensitivity is OK!

M.C.O.K. In Clarksville, TN

This has my face just smiling 💗 What a beautiful way to begin the new school year! I hope this new change blossoms uncontrollable positivity for this community 💚

What’s On My IPhone!

I have many of those!
For the money saver in me, I have many apps like Shopkicks and ibotta. My favorite app to find awesome blog content is Google News!

Just My Thoughts

Hey everyone! Today I am going to show you whats on my iPhone! Please follow me if you aren’t already and enjoy!

First of all I have the iPhone SE, which is pretty old. I am currently working on saving enough money to get a newer one. Which IPhone do you recommend?


This is my wallpaper. I found it on Pinterest and then I added the text to make it more personalized. It say “You got this” which I thought was really cute.

I am not going to go through all of the apps I have, but mostly the ones that didn’t come on my phone, or are my favorite. Also apps marked with this * are my absolute favorites.

  • My first favorite app is Snapchat. I really like snapchat because it is an easy way to send pictures to your friends or family.
  • Next is Instagram, I…

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M.C.O.K Under Construction

I absolutely love seeing every day people doing easy peasy acts of kindness, such as this! This is how we make a difference in this world. This is how the world changes, and this is how we restore hope into humanity.

Bloggers Support

Before I continue, I want to make it clear, this is strictly my opinion and referencing ONLY my personal experiences. In no way am I coercing anyone, nor disregarding any particular blog style or page.

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Day Eight

Prompt: .What is something blogging has taught you about yourself?

I’ve not been blogging long; but, it surely has become a special piece of my life.

Here are 5 Things Blogging has taught me about myself :

  1. I have a big heart to invest time into the silent tears of others.
  2. I need to learn to proofread!
  3. My best writings happen when I’m going through something.
  4. I find encouragement and inspiration through other bloggers.
  5. Regardless of my level of proficiency, I’m apart of a new family.. The blogging community.

Here are 5 things other bloggers have taught me :

  1. There’s a blog post for nearly every subject and every one of its subareas.
  2. There’s no judgement because writing is sharing the intimate form of Love: language.
  3. Early morning posts can be quite interesting to read.
  4. Lipstick is highly valued!
  5. Advice is limitless and often delivered with such class.

Going Bananas 🍌🍌

I wouldn’t be fulfilling my purpose of this blog, and very nice to keep this cool info to myself, if I didn’t share this article with you! Bananas, not only, help with physical health, but also, mental! So cool!

M.C.O.K – Please Cast a Vote

This sweet boy has spent all the normality he knows doing for others. What a beautiful soul; he’s only 11. His goal is to meet Ellen💗💗💗 My heart has such love for this sweet boy. If you stop by this link below, would you please take a moment and cast a Vote? Kindness in exchanged for kindness🌸

Preparing for Back-to-School Germs

Oh yes, we all know children share every possible germ they carry. When Mid-August rolls around, those musinex snotty bugger things start making their ugly appearances. I thought I would get a Jumpstart on the bandwagon, and started getting sick this weekend. 😦 My eyes have been annoying and watery. Made trying to do makeup horrible. Today, I feel like I’m chilly, despite the 80+ degrees out. I’m sore and just want to soak a hot bubble bath, then sleep.


Here are several helpful tips that can speed up the recovery process, no matter at what stage one is sick. Some of these are brilliant.

Going Back to School 2018


This year has been my very first experience with this part of parenting. Every year before, I’ve always felt annoyed with how “in your face” stores seemed to be about it. I suppose the hype from the ridiculous list contributed to my cause of irritability.

Today, while in Family Dollar, I pulled up that trusty ol School Supplies List… And I felt as if I just landed in Tibet! “What on earth type of pencil sharper? “, I mumbled to myself. “A tablet? Kindergarters have a tablet on the list” I explained in hysteria (little me.. In my head). I felt so new with the procedure of preparing my daughter for school.

I’d like to tell you that’s the end of the akward and anxiety this chapter of change has brought me, but it’s not. Getting the paperwork to enroll required me to drive to downtown Cleveland, to an area of which I’ve never been, and sign her up. I quadruple checked the night before that I had all the needed paperwork and then some! Thankfully, Zivah (Zee-v-Uh) {my older daughter} and I were in and out of there quickly.

Next came signing up for the choices of schools I’d want to her. Here, the parents have to choose several. Depending on previous students, students with incoming siblings, seats available (all the fun variables that work your nerves simply because it’s tedious), I had to wait and see if my first choice would offer her a spot…. And they did!

Whew, I was overwhelmed! I cried!!! I knew this setting, teaching style, and philosophy was exactly what Zivah needed. I knew here she’d blossom and actually enjoy learning….. But, with my excitement came more anxiety….

What about getting to school? Zivah has a 2 1/2 year old sister. We three would have to wake every morning, get dressed, eat and out the door by 8:30! That’s structured! I haven’t had an obligated schedule that structured since I was in school. Needless to say, the anxiety was taking over my breathing rather aggressively. I not only had another child, but my vehicle is picky come winter temperatures (as if three women with hormones isn’t enough)! What if my car wouldn’t start and I was out, trying to get Zivah and stranded… Who would I call? I mean, I was really psyching myself out. It was horrible 😦

I eventually found a bus schedule, rather easy to follow and safe for her to wait. I of course will take her some days, but the option of public service is a thousand pounds off my chest. (When I wasn’t worried about bus bullies, accidents, and shit!) Our schools even have a bus tracker feature in the parent portal so we know when the children arrive!

This whole experience has been exhausting, to say least (and I even left out the aspect of school uniforms shopping 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️)! I’ve felt like I’ve been too exposed to society and change. I knew this was coming, but on any given day, there’s at least a zillion factors that could make something “new” feel like something “terrifying”! I really wanted a teacher friend, or a fellow parent, hell my momma, to talk to about everything. I feel I need reassuring that everything will be OK… And Zivah will do great in school. I haven’t had that… So, I’m reaching out to you all…

Asking simply for a hug! You don’t have to fix anything, nothings broken… You don’t have to suggest anything, I’ve gotten by,…. I just need some hugs so I can feel comfort of a safe and familiar place again.

Thank you 💙

Day Five

Prompt: What is your dream job?

When I was a young child, I LOVED playing school. I loved looking up lesson plans, writing the class schedule out, writing up lessons and grading tests. I loved all of it. The funny part, I don’t remember teaching them anything 😂😂! It’s likely, though, that at 8 years old, I expected them to know everything and be prepared for pop-quizes at any minute of their childhood. Haha, sounds rational enough for that age.

As of 10 years ago, I still thought I was going to teach. I was in a community college, in classrooms with twenty plus kids under 5, and working on my PreK license. The closer I got to graduation, the more convinced I was that I DID NOT want in front of all those kids, having to answer to parents, do home visits, exc exc exc. Nope. That wasn’t what I want.

Meanwhile, my interest in Private Detective work was substantially rising! I watched NCIS, Law and Order of every kind, Criminal Minds. I watched House and ER, all the medical shoes. I always found myself lost in the untied lose ends that different clues rose up in the cases. It’s UNBELIEVABLEY mind blowing what detectives and authorities can figure out with techniques and technology! Through the decades, advances have only critiqued the world of detective work.

I wish, when I was young, my parents allowed me to explore areas. I wish an opportunity to study forensic science presented itself. I really would have loved that job!

A Heart that Listens

Imagine for a moment,

A single moment in time,

When all the distractions

And nonsense noise,

Spontaneously stopped,

Even the birds are silent.

Imagine that atmosphere,

We see and nothing said,

All that’s been muffled

Has now taken on this life.

Would we notice that lady crying,

Would we help the man in pain,

How much more could we do

How much more we would gain.

We would see the elderly struggling,

We would see her sudden change

We would watch his self distraction,

And just maybe offer a hand to hold.

Maybe We’d hug fellow strangers,

Maybe We’d smile to say hello.

Children could play in safety again

Relationships could heal and grow.

If the noise fades away, and we really

open our eyes,

We’d really hear our world because we’d

listen with Our hearts❤️

Day Six

Prompt: How do you respond to change?

Like most people, I hate it. Change creates uncomfortablility. Too much of that at once makes me feel numb. I don’t flip out and act hysterical. I don’t run around screaming and react how one typically would.

When life hands me the unknown, my brain battles between emotions and logic. It’s vital for me to know certain details. Because I feel so much, the more I know, the more prepared I am to handle situations. Depression can be tough sometimes, but I’ve gotten through some hella high waters.

Now, on the contrary, I hate monotonous and boring. I have to keep variety in my food choices, art, everything.

I’m the typical INFJ hate change but constantly changing! 🤷🏼‍♀️

What To Post On Instagram: 33 Amazing Content Ideas – Plann

Stuck for what to post on Instagram? These 33 amazing content ideas will help you get back on track and keep your followers engaged.
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I’m so thankful I came across this amazing list! The variety in the suggestions is awesome. This is a must have saved link for every person on any social media site💟☯️💟☯️💟☯️

Day Four

Prompt: What would you include in a truly epic gift basket?

Epic? Gift means give to someone. Hmmmm… I would say, then, this depends on to whom it’s going.

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Day Three

Prompt: Have you ever traveled to a foreign country? What country would you most like to visit?

Growing up, my family and I took a vacation in a cruise to the Inside Passage of Alaska! It was during the month of June, so the weather was warm but defiantly not a enough to be sitting in an outer deck hot tub. I was doing that lol.

Unfortunately, that’s the furthest of distance I’ve traveled. I think visiting another continent would be quite the adventure. I hate heights, and I don’t feel it’s as safe today as years ago.

If I could go anywhere, I’d pack my bags and head to Lake Como, Italy. The setting is beautiful! There’s cute buildings with window hanging baskets. The water in the lake is sparkling beauty. I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it on Pinterest. That’s my dream place.



I know I know, that’s technically not a word; but, I have no other that describes the escalating sensation of my taste buds!

Haha, you foodies KNOW what I’m talking about, right?! That instant you taste the very first bite of heaven after salivating for twenty years, while it cooked. The sweetest hint of love, the perfect temperature, and the burst of flavors all combined in a single euphoric moment!

That was my past 20 mins. I made a Walmart Great Value batch of stuffed shells, Marie Calendar Mashed Sweet Potatoes and Carrots, with New York Bakery Pull Aparts garlic bread!

I didn’t keep the shells covered as instructed. I also never start cooking a dish at the recommended temperature. Shortly after 45 mins, I increased the degree, added Kraft cheddar cheese to the shells and cinnamon, light sugar, and pecans to the sweet potatoes!

Whether I was unaware of my hunger level, or how awesome I cook, my lunch was the bomb diggity!

Day Two

Prompt: Do you need solitude?

Like flowers need the rain to grow!

I didn’t realize this necessity until recently, when I truly began discovering myself. Growing up, when I was in trouble, my mother would send me to my room, or to sit on the steps. Truth be told, and thank God she didn’t know this, I didn’t mind! Nooooo, I didn’t misbehave to intentionally isolate myself.

A few years ago, I was reading about Personality types, types of people, and such ways that help one identify who he or she is. I tested to be an INFJ, commonly Introverted, and an Empath.

The terminology can be confusing; I was initially! In simple terms though, I’m someone who feels emotional and sometimes physical energy of others. When I walk out my door, everyone around me absorbs my energy, and I absorb his/hers. A simple split second of eye contact can tell me things about an individual, and no words are spoken.

Though I’d never exchange my gifts for others, I am easily exhausted. Everything that stimulates the senses, overstimulates mine.

I find solitude because I know I need it. I can’t neglect myself, and I won’t. Usually, I find restoration around bodies of water. I live by Lake Erie 🙂 I also enjoy walks in our Metroparks, sitting at home and writing, and visiting attractions on less busy days.

When I’m by myself, I also take pictures. Photography makes me feel good about myself 🙂

Day One

Prompt: Am I more like my dad or my mom?

Honestly, I don’t know that I’m more like either. When I was born, my mother had 3 children (one was my twin lol) already, and too much stress. My younger sister was born less than two years later. She was overwhelmed, and she moved to Virginia.

Meanwhile, my siblings and I were placed “into the system”, and the craziness of my childhood began. I don’t remember my mom. I didn’t know my dad.

I do know my mother was strong though. She cared for several children on her own. She maintained her life without family support or her husband, while pregnant (multiple times!). She gave us up so we could have a better life.

She was selfless… resilient… and I admire her for that. I know I follow her in those aspects.

Drifting off Tonight

I just wanted to take a minute and say I am so glad I made the decision to begin a blog. As I reconstructed my design, not only did I grow tremendously proud of my dedication, but also, eagerly excited to read that from all of you. I can’t believe how much I’ve learned, simply by wishing to share valuable but unique content, and to better know fellow bloggers. This journey has been so adventurous thus far. I’m really looking forward to growing as a blogger and sharing “just another human” in this trip we call life!

Have a blessed night!

MoonChild Nova


Tell Me Your Story

1533044115114I want to learn about my followers, and anyone who’d like to share:) If any certain number pertains to you, please list it in numerical order in a comment below. Thanks:)

When a Horny Meal Goes Wrong!

Lmao! This article is too funny! We adults LOVE sex! I should say MOST of us do. This article talks about the perfect combination of aphrodisiacs to get the night spicy…. IF something doesn’t go wrong.

My favorite part is the very end! 😂😂😂😂


ABC to Self Care

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It’s NEVER to late to begin loving yourself! Your mental health is a result of how you treat yourself….

AND if no ones told you today, you are deserving of good things!

Here’s a wonderful list to get you started🌸🌼

Beautiful Birds

Bird watching was always something my grandpa enjoyed doing. He watched from his chair , in the living room, on the front porch, at the cabin, even at the beach. My grandpa had several bird feeders hanging from the porch roof. There was always plenty for them to eat. My grandma would throw pieces of bread out to the grass for them, as well. I’ve taken a grand liking to them, myself. I enjoy watching the variety , such a beautiful mix of colors. I love listening to their unique sounds. They’re just a pleasantry that I’ve had that helps me remain close to my grandpa.

ABC of Him

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You are:

Abysmally boundless in your journey to excite my senses.

Cajolingly destined to influence my decisions.

Enravishingly favourable with your charismatic charm.

Graciously hypnotic in your body form.

Immeasurably jurisprudential knowledge.

Knavishly lasting in my every day thoughts.

Masterly navigable through any adversity you face.

Outerly passionate about being a father.

Quietly reflective before you act or say anything.

Scandalously tempting with your mysterious nature.

Unceasingly versatile in any environment.

Wonderfully xylotomous to survive in the wilderness.

Yearningly zestful about knowledge.

  When I met you, I didn’t realize you’d become home to me. I didn’t know how much pain I’d handle, and I’d come out living and loving you stronger. I never imagined I’d feel literally as if a piece of myself is missing when we’re not together. I didn’t know that it’s impossible for me to stay angry at someone who drives me crazy. I didn’t know that it’s possible to fall deeper in love with someone after every fight, and that every quality I had ever wanted in a man could be found in you. When I met you, I didn’t understand or was even aware of me entirely. You’ve challenged me to hold on to truths, to seek and find answers, and to believe in myself. You’ve forced me to face fear of the unknown and to believe Faith is bigger than anything else. Most importantly, you’ve become the miracle I’ve always wanted to see… A life changed because I was in it, and that I could make a positive impact. I love you with every beat of my heart, love! Until the day I die, and every life after, you will be my dream come true. 

Eco-friendly Non-Plastic Straws

I’ve heard this phenomenon was in its infancy stage. For a better world, a cleaner environment, and safer place for animals, I’m truly excited about the movement of using alternatives to plastic straws,….. But, will I enjoy my delightful iced mocha coffee or scrumptious strawberry -Banana Smoothie just as much?

We shall see 🤷🏼‍♀️ Thankfully, I have my options 🙂

The war on plastic straws is here, and you’re going to need to know what your options are.
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