#1000Speak Amazing Compassion for Horrible Grammar

“I seen it”

“You SAW it. It’s your grammar. She doesn’t like you because your grammar sucks.”

Tears instantly ran down my face. My heart gained fifteen pounds in five seconds. The words on my phone became blurred. I no longer cared what he had to say. I needed to walk away.

My heart hurt.

There was no reason to reply to him, it wasn’t his fault. He hadn’t been hackling with the hens about why I wasn’t invited to the new blogging group. He didn’t want to be in the middle but that’s exactly where he was- right dab in the middle of my heart ache. But it wasn’t his words that hurt, it was hers.

I sobbed for hours.

She was friendly to my face which gave her words the ability to slice my heart in half.

Tears slowly escaped one by one for days.

Time spent writing was time wasted in vain. It’s time I can’t get back, time that could have been spent with my husband and children.

I sulked for weeks.

Quitting was the most viable option. If every blogger lacked compassion, walking away would be easy.

Then again, I’m no quitter. And I am firm believer that no two people are exactly alike.

Announcing to my blogging crew the possibility of my departure was harder than telling my Puerto Rican father I was pregnant out of wedlock.

The “no, you can’t leave” I expected was actually “no, you aren’t leaving” from them. Their reaction melted my heart. I felt wanted.




These are people I have never met. People who could walk pass me on the street and not recognize me. People who have never heard my laugh or seen me smile. People who like me for who I am.

These are people I adore.

Within days of being told my grammar sucked The Original Bunker Punks (the actual website) created something to not only make me feel better but to help others in similar situations.



The Original Bunker Punks (their Facebook page) have stood by me and created a movement in order to spread compassion across the blogging community.

These people have taken me under their wings and taught me the tidbits of knowledge I should have acquired in school. The compassion in their criticism is crucial. Each of them have helped me become a better writer because of something they have done or said along the way. I have flourished because of them.

For that, I am forever thankful.

Without compassion from The Original Bunker Punks I would not be here writing this right now.





Bunker Punk Tour

Recently I had the honor of working along side 4 of the greatest bloggers while launching our new publishing site, Original Bunker Punks.

Since the site went live I feel like everyone who has been a part of this, in one way or another, has had their blogging stats boost.

We’re famous, Bunker Punks!

What else is there to do but go on tour?

What is your most prized possession? 


I cherish my wedding ring. It symbolizes Brandon’s everlasting love and devotion to me. His love has no boundaries or stipulations that accompany it. It’s true love.


A relationship like ours doesn’t come often and I am well aware of that. I feel like everything in my life came together the moment he placed that ring on my finger.

Let me show off my bling.


How do you unwind after a long day?


Immediately after the kids go to bed I sit in my big chair, prop my feet up on the ottoman,  and catch up on Life with the Bearded J’s or Original Bunker Punks business. 


Where all my Facebook interactions take place, my big chair.

Once I get caught up I try to put my phone down and spend some quality time with Brandon. We usually cuddle up on the couch, talk to each other and watch TV. It’s my favorite part of the whole day. 

Recently I started drinking wine. I’m literally 4 days into my new habit. I enjoy a bottle glass of wine after the kids go to bed. It’s very relaxing.

Pink Moscato, cheers!


What is one song that has followed you throughout your whole life?


I feel like most of my life was spent trying to find love. I bounced from one heartache to the next trying to find a place to fit in. It wasn’t until Brandon that I finally felt like I belonged somewhere, with him.



I would have to say “How to Love” by Lil Wayne pretty much sums up my life. There isn’t one word that doesn’t describe me. I don’t like the music video but whatever, there it is. It’s the lyrics I relate too.


If you could give one piece of advice to new bloggers in your field,  what would it be?


Don’t put much thought into what other writers in your field are doing or saying. Remember where you came from and how or why you started. Don’t lose yourself because every time you hit publish you are putting yourself out there for the world to see, and the world can see through phonies.


Now that you’re famous, we need a quote from you. 


“Never love one of your children more than another, love them all differently- the way they need to be loved.” -Jenny Miller

Bunker Punk for life!

Jaelyn’s Journey

The biggest Booga I have ever seen.

I’ve been wanting to share Jaelyn’s first medical experience with everyone for awhile. I wasn’t sure how to write it. I needed you guys to understand having my 3 month old child go through surgery was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I wasn’t sure I could produce the words to describe it.

On a recent road trip to Michigan,  I was able to sit in the back of a minivan and write.  I decided to tell Jaelyn’s journey. I remember the tears streaming down my face as my fingers clicked away on the laptop. I secretly cried while I wrote about the scariest moment of my life.

Jaelyn has had numerous health issues in his 7 years of life. All have puzzled my mind and broke my heart. They do not define who he is, but they do allow some insight into his life.

Click here to read my featured piece about Jaelyns first surgery,

Jaelyn’s Journey.