More than a Brother

“This is when a nurse came and got all of us and said “follow me please”. We walked right pass the waiting room and I remember thinking to myself “thank god that dumb ass is alright and she is taking us to his room.” So here we are walking, walking past the waiting room around the corner and into a small private room with a door. Confused was an understatement. Thats when my mom lost it, she started saying “he’s gone, he’s gone, they don’t put you in these fucking rooms to give you good news, they put you in here so no one can hear you cry”. “

Sincerely Chey

I wasn’t sure if I should start from the beginning or go with something more recent, but I figured to make you all understand my current situation it was better to start from the beginning. So here it goes…

December 20, 2010

My mother had planned a big Pre-Christmas dinner at Japanese Garden for the family. My sister and brother-in-law were coming, and that was a pretty big deal considering we didn’t get to see them or my nephew Jaydon much at that time. This would actually be the first time my brother Donnie would be meeting his nephew. Dinner was great perusal. We spent the evening laughing, sharing stories, and exchanging gifts with my sister. All in all a pretty normal night spent with family. After dinner we said our goodbyes and headed home. Once home, my brother Donnie changed and headed out with some friends. Little did I…

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Two Years.


Two years.

Two years. It is hard to believe that it has been that long. But at the same time, it feels a hundred years too long. It has been two years since the hardest night of my life. I truly think it is a memory that I will never be able to shake.

I still remember the night, vividly. I was out to the movies with someone who I loved. My phone was dead, so I was surprised when my date leaned over with a text from my mom. My mom had texted her saying that I needed to call her before I came home that night. That instantly worried me. I borrowed her phone and asked my mom what was going on. My mom said to not worry and to just call her when I got the chance. But I was persistent; I had to know what was…

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Meet the Author

Ashley is a gorgeous, clever,funny, sexy, self-destructive, screwed up and utterly fascinating 22 year old. She grew up in small town Illinois about 20 minutes from the Gateway Arch and St. Louis lifestyle. Although she is from the midwest, Ashley longs to be on a beach or hiking a mountain.

She loves the following (in no particular order)

the smell of earth

the touch of the waves

the taste of berries

the sight of trees

the sound of laughter

the feeling of being alive.


PCB summer 2015



She is a dreamer and a firm believer that someday her voice will be heard.


She survives on caffeine, crafts, patience from her love PW, and her super sweet puppies-Ziggy and Cleo.

In case you need to give a gift to Ashley- go for anything covered in purple, elephants, or dream catchers. Bonus points if you get her a purple dream catcher in the shape of an elephant. Yes, purple elephant dream catchers exist- she has one.

If you really love her, do not forget her obsession of OPALS!

This blog is for Ashley as well as anyone else who needs their voice to be heard


Thank you for your time and interest!
I was wondering if you’d share a little bit of your life for a post?
I can include your name or keep it totally anonymous.
It can be anything in the world that you want from life, friends, family, your favorite recipe, best/worst memory anything.
I just want something raw and honest. I can come up with some ideas for you or if you have something in mind, go for it. I don’t want to censor much. It can be as long or as short as you want! Take your time there is no rush!
I want to be able to connect with people like HONY or Post Secret (if you are not familiar with these projects- I am happy to explain.) does but on a smaller level. I want to expand my knowledge on life really. I have learned so much from encountering different people or reading stories on those sites. I want to make people not feel so isolated.

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