Transitions & Blog Close


Sometimes life transitions usher you into unfamiliar territory. Territories that can change the trajectory of your life.

This year started out with the harsh reality of losing my mom in February. After this devastation, things weren’t the same anymore.


The sun didn’t shine as bright, my heart didn’t beat as fast, and my inner purpose didn’t energize my soul.

There were other transitions like career changes and redirection for both myself and my husband, my first born son leaving for college (the house feels weird without him), and the fact I haven’t been writing or working on my novel since my mom moved to heaven (I can’t seem to get into the creative groove).


I’ve been ushered into new territories and I’m in the process of trying to reclaim my path, chart new roads, and make peace with the broken pieces.

Therefore, I’ve decided to suspend this blog indefinitely (since I haven’t been showing up for it anymore) and make peace with my absence here.

However, regardless of the detours thrown my way, I’ll still be publishing more novels. And you can still find me here and here, and also here if you want to stay updated on all my author shenanigans. 🙂

Sending you love and light. Shine on!


8 thoughts on “Transitions & Blog Close

  1. Oh, I am so so sorry to hear about your Mom! I can totally relate to your pain and adjusting to the changes in your life. The only constant I have is my faith and relationship with God, which I cling to daily. Life is a journey. No one can compare their life with anyone else. Everyone has a different journey and experience. I have really learned to not have any expectations of what life should be, but to accept what life will be and that it is unpredictable. There’s no special formula and it doesn’t come in a neatly wrapped little package. It’s messy and you can either grow bitter or better from it. I realize it’s all in my attitude in the face of adversity and trusting God to pull me through it. My prayers are with you during these transitions. You are not alone.

    • Well hello there, Ellie! Good to hear from you! Yes, I know you can relate to the pain of being a motherless daughter. It’s a very challenging thing to handle.

      This year has been a series of adjustments for me. It’s like the old adage: when it rains, it pours. And as you said, life is messy, but I choose to grow better NOT bitter. Growth is always my choice. Thanks for your condolences and prayers. It’s greatly appreciated. 🙂

  2. Oh Demetria- I am so sorry about your mom. No matter your age or the circumstances, it’s never easy saying goodbye to a parent. Sounds like you have been inundated with changes in your life- they can leave you adrift and in survival mode- hard sometimes to feel creative when you are trying to find your footing. I look forward to your return and wish you well oj your novels. You are a wise woman and a great writer- I always enjoy your perspective, the professionalism you show your readers, and the thought provoking manner you use when tackling your subjects. Sending hugs-
    See you soon.

    • So true, Susan, it’s never easy to say goodbye to a parent, and this year feels like I’ve just been in a mode of survival while trying to gain my footing. Thank you so much for your condolences and well wishes. Also, thanks for your kind and generous words about my writing. It’s a wonderful boost of inspiration.

      Sending warm, toasty hugs right back at ya. 🙂

  3. Hi Meach, Take your time and once you’ve “reclaimed your path”, you will have more growth and experiences under your belt….all for the making of an even better writer/author. It’s just another part of your journey. All said, we’ll be right here for ya when you return big sis (remember, you are older than me 😘)

    • I agree, Starla, about the growth and experience. I even agree with it’ll make me a better writer/author and agree it’s just another part of the journey.

      However, here’s the part I DON’T AGREE WITH…..being called big sis, and that I’m older than you. So what, who cares if your birthday is four days after mine. Four days doesn’t make a hill-of-beans difference. At least in my book it doesn’t. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it, little sis. 🙂

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