Monthly Archives: February 2018



Sometimes its easier to bow than to stand up.

And sometimes it’s easier to quit than withstanding
the lumps of the journey.
And even in waiting…
progress takes
internal strength~Krissy Mosley

Miracles of Life:


I am a miracle
I am a walking miracle.
I see miracles all around me.

Miracles happen to me
they are open doors.

They are life-giving.
They are paramount.

Miracles are life-giving sweet.
Miracles are pleasant bread- sweet.

Miracles bring me joy.
Miracles bring me peace.
Miracles bring me, abundance.

Miracles bring me healing.
Miracles bring me restoration.
Miracles bring me clarity.
Miracles bring me relief.

I am a miracle.
I am life-giving sweet.
I see miracles all around me.~Krissy Mosley

Peace & Honey

I accept me justas I am without any changesneeded.._Krissy Mosley

As a girl, I was called so many names darky, black, and burnt -then comes the laughing and sneering. Having red undertones with a summer’s bronzing glow. I covered everything. I would have covered my face if they’d let me.

About the third grade, I entered a new school. And with that new school, I heard the whispers. I endured the taunting trials of immature students who had no idea of who I was and neither did I.

Although it’s taken many self-talks. Many years. Many journeys of hurt.

Prepping myself to love me.
Taking a hard long look.
I mean really look at my body.
And stop this affliction of hatred.

While I can’t change the perceptions of others. I choose to feel good about my identity as a woman. I choose to use this kindness and share it abroad until the world does not see but feel the warmth of kindness. And then it nourishes our paths. And with an open vision,
I choose love.~ you kindness sister Krissy Mosley image by the author of this post



Do we as writers outgrow the pen?

Do we as social people want to have followers without depth?

Do we let our passion slip and fizzle out because there is no crowd?


If you ask me, I know I’ve been shallow and walked politely around the issues in my life. Yet as I’ve had the grace to evolved into a more mature person about writing.

It’s not about whether I write great or suck.
Just as long as I do it.

And that has sufficed an insufficient need in my life
as a mother, a wife, and a woman of color.

Yes, I would love to live online but there’s is no such thing as of yet.
I still must shake a few hands, give out a few hugs be human and use the toilet- if I can be frank.

I’ve let my passion slip a time or four and realized how empty -without tears delivering a dry cry, hating everything in my path, only because I let the one thing

I love slip, but O’ baby not anymore!

So, for now, I have not outgrown my pen.
P.S. don’t judge I’m a gem in progress.~your kindness sister Krissy

If It Ain’t Broken:


Sometimes its good to be reminded
that this day is a brand new day
with brand new mercies.

As the old folks use to say
I rose to tell you.

that the bed I laid down in

last night was not my cooling board.

And the sheets that kept me last night
weren’t my cooling sheets.

And the car that drove me here
was not my funeral hearse.

And this celebration of life
was not my home going. Or my final resting place.

I’m still in the land of the living. I’m not dead yet…

That this day that the LORD has made…

And for that, I’m so thankful for one more day.~your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley