I Am Not Done

I hope by now you realize that I keep my word.
I do not give up; I will NEVER give up.

Are you tired of me yet?
If your answer is “yes,” my response is “good.”

What is more dangerous than a parent?
One whose child you have threatened.

Reveal my biggest, darkest secrets – scream it from the highest mountain but you will not silence me.

There is a simple, sure way to stop me…

…hire a hitman because I would rather die than give up.


© Copyright 2016 Olivia Owens. All rights reserved.



New Look

In honor of my amazing, six-year-old son Robert, I have dyed my hair blue (used to be bright red).Image1 Blue is Robert’s favorite color.

He came into my bedroom today and asked, “Mom your head is blue?”

“Yes it is. Robert, do you like my hair red or blue?”

“BLUE!” he responds laughing.

That’s my boy.


Earlier today I made the mistake of telling Michael I can even color my hair green.

“Mom, can you color your hair green?” he asked.

Because I’m so awesome (and clearly humble) and unable to control myself, I respond, “Sure honey. I’ll do it next time.”

“Mom can you do it tomorrow?”

“No. I have to wait a while.” I have the sense to say.

At this rate by the time I’m done I won’t have any hair left.

P.S. In case you’re wondering… yes, next time, for Michael I will color my hair green.  Hey… I’m already proving I’m weird… why not a little crazy too. 😀

A Little (More) About Me

This is one boring “me”. I could say something witty but I’m fresh out of quips… for now.

I am going to pretend to be (or at least sound like) a deep, thoughtful, great thinker. I am not.

I am not part of the “morality police” either. As long as it is not aimed at those I care about, one can lie, tell the truth, exaggerate, or even be amoral. I don’t care. I don’t judge.

I do have a problem with individuals who are immoral; but this is a personal issue. I can handle amorality just fine however. Yes, I am a walking contradiction but I blame this on being a woman simply because I can.

I believe I am an honest individual. I strive to tell “the truth”. The problem with the truth is that I tell it as I see it. I am rarely diplomatic when it comes to the truth, but I do not go out of my way to be rude or hurtful.

Everyone speaks “the truth” as they perceive it.

I believe, incorrectly or not, that truth does not exist; only perception. Truth is not objective and universal but rather subjective.

When one is sworn to “tell the truth and nothing but the truth,” the answer should be “the truth according to whom?”
I believe this is a legitimate question. My perception of the truth is certainly different from someone else’s.

Can one or more individuals perceive the same truth differently? Of course. I suppose this is the definition of Transcendental Perspectivism.

Nietzsche claimed that absolute truth does not exist but truth can only exist in one’s individual perception.

Transcendental Perspectivism challenges this claim, while acknowledging that the whole truth can be known only in a person’s individual perception. I agree with this. At least at this point in time. As a woman I reserve the right to change my mind at any point, at any time, without warning.

This does not, in any way, imply that I have never lied. Of course I have.
I have told my children they are incredible when they are in fact, tiny, babbling terrors. Nothing incredible about that.

Honesty and truth are fanatically important to me; the only handicap to this is the perception of “truth.”

Does any of this make sense to anyone? Since I’m the author, it makes sense to me. The fact that I am also a woman with, sometimes contradicting and incoherent thoughts should not make a difference.


I am a hard to impress individual. I don’t necessarily find this a fault in myself or others.

I do not gawk at celebrities, I do not window shop, shiny objects don’t make me go all gooey inside, I must not have the latest iPhone, or a shiny car… you get the idea.

Wait… there is one exception… Charlie Hunnam – I reserve the right to gawk at him at my leisure, thank you very much.

Sorry – got sidetracked there by the mere thought of “Jax Teller.”

What was I saying?

… Oh yes… I am not easily impressed…

I admire very few individuals; in fact I can count them on one hand. Sad, I know.

I very rarely find inspiring words that are affecting. That is until I read this simple poem written in 1875. It describes my life, my personality, my very being…

I love it so much that I had the first and last stanzas tattooed on my arm. Alright… so I’m a little crazy too.

Here it is. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.



By William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.