Day One of What happens after the music stops....

I'm sitting here with my neice, in the sweetest outfit EVER!. She helped me get this started. So, I'd like to send a shout out to Laneshia for all her help. I've felt, for a long time, that I have a book inside me somewhere, but was cautious about the timing. Well, this is the "test pilot" for that. So, don't be afraid to express your interest, or lack of interest, in the topics discussed. I will be as gracious as possible either way. Having said that, I'd like to just say that life inside the "fish bowl" of the music industry can seem vary glamorous from the outside, but have some suprising ups and downs from the inside. I'm a better person for all the ups and dows now, but it wasn't rosey the whole way.

I will keep this as real as possible, while protecting the innocent. My life came to, what I felt then, a screaching hault on June 19, 2003, the day my divorce was final. My indentity, as I perceived it, was altered permenantly. I remember taking a walk outside my ex-husband's studio, with my nephew. It was sunny, and I'd just come out of a church conference. My sister would  pass away in the  weeks to come after a long battle with M.S. I was starting to gain weight, after losing forty pounds without trying. I was about 120lbs by now, after going as low as 115lbs. Mind you, my top weight, at my curvey weight was 150lbs. So, you can imagine how I looked at the lowest, like a crack addict.

I have no sad stories to tell, only ones of triumph and faith, because God had a plan in all of it. I think it is important to tell your testimony because you never know who you might help.  I also have a good relationship with my ex-husband. We are committed to raise our son in faith, with a healthy atmosphere surrounding him. So, here I am, in a Dallas suburb, getting ready to go to work tomorrow, with a story to tell. Let's see who wants to hear it.