About the blogger

For everyone who does not know me, My name is Jessica. I have recently graduated for Northern Illinois with a BA in Communication Studies. I was born and raised in Chicago Illinois suburbs and now live in the City of Chicago. A fun fact about myself is that I was adopted into a very loving family at five days old! Some of my siblings are much older than I am but I do have a younger brother as well. I work as a technology consultant as of right now in River North.

The reason I decided to create a blog is simple, I need a hobby. I have always enjoyed writing and I hope that one day I will have the time to write a book. I was originally an English minor in college. I did not pursue the minor because of lack of support I received from the professors. However, that did not change the fact that I like to write. My goal here is to help someone. Whether that be helping someone look at a situation in a different light or maybe even help someone get through a hard time where they feel alone when in reality, you are never alone. Trust me, I am still trying to accept that myself.

In high hopes that there will eventually be more activity on my blog, I encourage you all to comment your thoughts on the posts that resonate with you. I believe that the more people involved the more impactful each post will be! That being said, I want to write about things that will be relatable to people and I can only do that with your help. I would love to hear what you are interested in reading about. Thank you for your support!

Click below to read my first blog post, Together We Can!

xoxo live on - Jess

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A Christmas Miracle

So if anyone knows a little bit about me, I grew up just with my mom. My parents divorced when I was three years old and my dad got remarried and had three kids. Now, my brothers were never really in my life until about a couple months ago... why? God only knows. I was just a kid... of course growing up I favored my mom because she did stick it out and raise me this entire time. But it wasn’t fair to me. I wasn’t really allowed to be a part of my brothers lives. Now the big question is why? I could go on and blame my dad and his wife but the real answer is that I couldn’t tell ya. Time went by, I got older. The oldest brother actually reached out to me. It was like he knew it wasn’t my fault, because it really wasn’t... I wanted to be there... I prayed about it every night. All I ever wanted was to be around and have that brother/sister relationship, be that good role model, be there for THEM. Like I said a couple months ago things changed. My dad reached out, he apologized, he s...

Lys's Sneak Peak

Alright so I’m here... finally made it here. At this point in my life where I’m living the city girl dream, where I’m a full-time working adult, and where I’m partnered with one of my good ole college pals and writing this introductory blog post... WHY? Throwback for a second, when I was in high school I wanted to be a motivational speaker. Yes, me wanting to go out there and inspire the world... BUT at that time in my life I felt like I didn’t experience anything THAT serious to be a motivational speaker. Then I graduated high school and the tables turned. Now, before I go in and tell you how and why the tables turned, just know no matter what I’ve been through, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way because I wouldn’t have ended up living the life I’m living today. Now, my story isn’t insanely drastic, but it’s a STORY let me tell yo...

For you, Dad

Photo captured 12/21/2008 December 23rd, 2008. You were shoveling snow, The white slushy snow. You expressed once, "my back hurts" Smoking your last cigarette of the night, In the cold, dark garage. You expressed twice, "my back hurts" Finally saying, "goodnight" and went up to bed. December 23rd, 2008. The day I found you lying on your back, gasping for air. The day I was told you wouldn't be coming home. December 23rd, 2008. The day I lost one of my favorite humans. You were funny, you were kind, and you always knew what to say. Your laugh. The laugh that put a smile on everyone's face. All the music, All the cleaning, All the Sunday morning breakfasts, Everything. I wish I could call you, ask you for advice, just hear your voice one last time. December 23rd, 2008. The last time we said "goodnight". -- Thank you for 10 years of parenting. Thank you for the memories. Thank you for your hard work, ...

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