Denice Taylor Rinks
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It was March 8, 2001.
The moment was a long hard battle to reach. I had braved the elements that had been placed upon my body. Poisoning, viruses and finally chicken pox couldn't kill us.
It couldn't have been more rewarding when the nurse handed him to me! Even though he was giving me blood curdling screams, it was music to my ears and love at first site!
I don't know what I did to deserve my son, but I'll always call him the love of my life.
Time and space closes in
Voluntarily I fall helpless
Only God can give me the strength
I must go on reluctantly through this day
My hope quivering within me
Guide me, love me, give me grace
Before I vanish without a trace!
Beauty fades with each day break
Flaws form from rough edges brushing and crashing against time
Torn between youth and wisdom
Molded scars create a deepened understanding
From this life let there be grace
Forevermore we find the beast!
I put myself here in this place
I was so afraid and fearful of living
I was afraid of becoming a disgrace
But instead I've become something more horrific
My choices reveal their outcome
I can't hide from the fear anymore!
Happy mother's day to You Denice!
Knew that it is Alex's birthday today from Jen's Instagram.
Happy birthday to your son, Denice!
And on this woman's day, it's happy mother's day to You! Nice coincidence, don't you think?
And also many thanks for leaving your impressions on my letters. It feels like I am heard and I might not be wrong after all, when I see the notification that "Denice Taylor Rinks is impressed with your letter!"
Ps: after drafting this letter , I came to your fridge and saw it's Alex's 16th birthday.
I'm looking out at all the beautiful women; sisters, daughters, mothers, friends
We are united by grace, strong in will and full of life!
Our strength comes from deep within a place filled with scars.
Our character challenged, our stature broken, we gather up the courage to go on with our days.
Let it be known that we have a voice! No matter how gentle we sing, we will be heard from the the top of the mountain, down in the depth of the sea!
We bring all our weapons ready to fight. Our weapons are love, compassion, wisdom and God almighty!
As a woman, I celebrate with you on this National Women's Day! May you hold your head high and feel your daggers by your side...just in case! 😉💗
My light shines so you can see
To guide you through the darkest times
Your troubled mind can rest easy
Forget the day with all its heinous crimes
The way is true and full of grace
Follow your heart and pray to love
You'll forever fulfill your destiny in this place
With all you need from up above...
When I look to the sky and wonder how to keep going I come across a letter like yours and a bright star shows me the way, to fill my cup, sip it slowly, and lift my soul to go another day. Thank you.
I've had lettrs on my mind more than usual this week!
Not the actual letters, but this app, I mean, this place.
It's not just an app by any means. It's home to my artwork in stamps and stationary. It's home for my words that I write from my heart. It's where I doodle and sketch my ideas or to make someone else smile or react.
This place, I mean, this home. Where I have a fridge and a kitchen counter with which I can choose to place my prized possessions which I trust will last forever and ever within this social media platform we call "lettrs".
I choose this app, place, home first over any other. My friends, family and penpals live here. It makes this world seem a bit smaller.
When I nee...
Dear Denice Taylor Rinks,
How are you today?
I just saw some videos of Alex's channel. I love the 'Testing My Mom's Knowledge'.
So I just came here to wrote this words, because I admire the way you love your son. It's so beautiful!!!!
If someone is helping you in some way, you really like what they are doing, they inspire you or just make you smile...
Let them know it! Tell them in front of others for the world to see.
Don't just use them for your own benefit like a coward hiding behind the curtain.
Trust me, it'll be worth it to you and the world. Raise up and praise others!
Dear Denice Taylor Rinks,
Those are wonderful pieces or work. The words and the art, both! I may have flooded you with notifications and I apologise for that but I couldn't hold myself back :)
December 12, 1967
I was born on the west coast in San Francisco, CA. My dad was in the army and stationed there at Presidio. My mom was 18 years old and had me there at the base.
She said she named me after the Beatles song "My Michele". All the girls born on the same day were also named Michele or Michelle. So she called me by my middle name, Denice.
I began to draw at the age of one. Don't get excited, I drew circles. Over and over I drew them trying to get a perfectly round one.
I was attracted to paint since three years of age. I wasn't allowed though because it was considered toxic at the time for young children to handle it.
I did my first painting at four. I still have it along wi...
This song has been one of my favorites for years, but I've come to know it again and love to hear it play over and over.
"Living on Ego is an illusion and is fake, he sings to freedom and chooses to let go of superficial bounderies or masks and live lighter and happier. Freedom is a song of celebration!!"
It gives me a feeling of empowerment. It makes me want to get out and do big things!
It gives me energy whenever I hear the chorus no matter what time of day.
I love to listen to music when I paint. It seems to help my ideas flow more easily. I think music and art go hand in hand.
I sort of remember the first fan I ever had. Not the person, a girl without a doubt, but the way it made me feel.
I have been writing most of my life. I started when I was about ten with a true kiddy story, had a break at age fifteen and continued when I was eighteen. My first real girlfriend restored my desire to put words on paper and speak my mind. I was a late bloomer and an angry teenager, as every teenager is. And then she broke up with me, telling me this wasn't our time.
"Maybe someday, when I stop acting stupid." she said as we cried.
She visited me half a year later, asking herself why she still cried when she thought about me, telling me she loved me. But w...
I want to commend you on your awesome work last night hosting the Golden Globes! I don't know how you can come up with some of the hilarious stuff that you do! Your improv is something to aspire to!
I didn't go to bed without laughing until my side split or crying my eyes out! It was an amazing night for history, for the arts and humanity. I'm thankful to be alive to see it all.
I hope to see you work many more gigs like this one. Hands down the best one yet!
Your fan girl and falpal,