Fun Fact #21 – audiobooks are better

Fun Fact #21 – Audiobooks are BETTER. 

I’m going to make this short and sweet.

#1 Ive been MIA for WAY too long.

#2 Starting January 1st and every Friday going forward, I’ll be posting new blogs consistently (we have A LOT to catch up on)

#3 Let’s be real. We all LOVE blogs and books, but sometimes audiobooks are just BETTER.So guess what?


Do you want a free copy? Comment below. or CLICK HERE

See you all on Friday!


© 2018-19 All Rights Reserved America DeFleur

Fun Fact #19 – National Adoption Day is important because…

Fun Fact #19 – National Adoption Day is important because…

National Adoption Day is a collective effort to raise awareness about all of the children waiting to be adopted from foster care in the United States, but sometimes the children that need us the most are the ones that unexpectedly come into our lives. I’ve “officially” fostered 1 child in my life, and I can tell you from experience that it was the best and worst thing I ever went through. Saying goodbye is always the hardest part.

If you’ve ever considered adoption or fostering, I can guarantee you that there is a special child out there, waiting for someone like YOU to step into their lives and change their world. Fostering is an amazing, scary, fun and wonderful experience. But as beautiful as fostering can be, It’s not easy. there will be struggles, but there will also be moments of pure happiness. You’ll have ups and downs, and HEY! You may even doubt yourself and say things like, “I don’t know what I’m doing” or “am I doing the right thing?” 

Why yes. YES you are doing the right thing.  

For all you foster parents or prospective foster parents out there, I’m here to tell you that every moment will be worth it. At the end of the day, you ARE changing lives. So if you are currently fostering, you are amazing and I just wanted to remind you of that. 

If you ever thought about fostering, do it. Now is the best time to start. There is no “better time” than THIS TIME. Today. Tomorrow. This week. This month. Grab a brochure, Google an agency, make a call, reach out! Ask questions. Sometimes all it takes to change a life is for someone to CARE and you can be that someone. In fact, if you are unsure of where to start, let me provide you with a little resource called the, “National Foster Care & Adoption Directory Search.”


You’re welcome. 

Now, In honor of national adoption day I wanted to talk about my two unofficially adopted children, (names changed for privacy) Pax (age 15) and Axel (age 16). Pax plays the saxophone, loves camping, motorcycles and doing arts and crafts. Axel loves video games, cards, pokemon, pumpkin pie and learning new things. They are both awesome little people that my husband and I are lucky to know. We met these boys about three years ago as neighbors, when they randomly wandered into our garage. Curious and bright eyed, they wanted to learn more about the motorcycles we had parked there. They spent the next few days, weeks, months and years, learning, growing, playing, laughing and spending time with us. Today, I jokingly tell everyone I have three kids because these boys have become such a big part of our lives, I can’t imagine not having them around.

There are over 400,000 children in foster care waiting for a family and thousands more waiting to be adopted. Then there are the children that just need someone to look up to. Someone they can spend time with and learn new things with. Fostering to me, means having another little buddy to do things with. It means having an extra smiling face to pick you up when you are down. There are so many children that are just waiting for someone to walk into their lives and make a difference. Having the opportunity to watch a child grow into successful little adults while teaching them things along the way is nothing short of a miracle. It’s a journey that will enhance your life in so many indescribable ways. Children just want someone to pay attention to them, spend time with them, or teach them new things and we should. Because at the end of the day, these kids are the future. They are the next generation of humans that will define our world and if we take the time to open our hearts and homes then one day we will have helped paved a path for someone who will grow up and do amazing things, because every child deserves someone who cares, someone to tell them they can be anything they want to be. My daughter tells me that she wants to be the president one day. Yanno what I tell her? WHY NOT? GO FOR IT!

Even though Pax and Axel are not adopted, my daughter tells everyone she has two brothers. You don’t need to share DNA to be considered “family” and these boys are family, because a family can be anything you want it to be. There is something special to be said about when a child makes the decision to call you “mama” or “papa” I could literally have a terrible day, sick in bed and then suddenly, without asking, this bubbly faced kid will hand me a cup of tea with freshly squeezed lemon and tell me to “drink up mama” It’s moments like those that mean the most.

 Sometimes life is about the things that we learn along the way and the people that we create and share experiences with on this journey we call life. For me, it’s the little things that bring moments of joy, make a difference and keep me grounded. Fostering is about giving second chances. But it’s also about having a crafting buddy to make dream catchers or t-shirts with when i’m bored. It’s about learning how to bake together or having family game night. It’s about watching movies late, carving pumpkins, making random crafts and camping. To me, life is just about making good memories with good people because you never know how long you have left on this planet, and having extra kids in your house just means that there is extra room for extra love AND extra memories.  

So again, if your still thinking about fostering, my only advice to you is that… You may have to change a little to gain A LOT. 

America XOXO,



© 2018-19 All Rights Reserved America DeFleur

Fun Fact #18 – Everyone Deserves A Second Chance.

Fun Fact #18 – Everyone Deserves A Second Chance.

Since as far back as I can remember, I’ve always wanted a dog. But growing up on the streets has a way of depriving you of a lot of things that other people take for granted, so a dog was never on my list of necessities. It was just something I dreamt of.

Bouncing between broken homes and shelters before entering foster care, I never had the opportunity to have a dog. And as an adult, it wasn’t high on my priority list either. I became too wrapped up in trying to survive. No, scratch that, STRUGGLING to survive that I didn’t have time to even think about a furbaby.

Most foster youth and former foster youth lack resources and the parental guidance that it takes to become a successful and productive member of society in today’s world. It’s sad, but it’s true. We need more mentors, foster parents, friends and family to make it through this journey we call life. It’s one of the main reasons why you see so many youth branded as a “statistic” or labeled as “troubled” because there are not enough resources and support. Period. Had there been more people to reach out and offer me guidance, protect me when I needed it, support my transition into adulthood or been someone that I could talk to and ask advice from, I would have avoided so much pain, drama and a hundred different and treacherous paths. Paths that most foster youth succumb too. Why? Because pain, neglect, confusion, PTSD, Depression, lack of family members and years of boiling trauma can break anyone.

It takes a special kind of person to be there for you when no one else has, take your hand (or paw) and lift you up when everyone else let you down. It takes time, patience and unconditional love to heal anyone or in this case, any creature. Which brings me to my point, I spent the majority of my life wishing for a family that never came. It wasn’t until I was able to grow up and create a family of my own, through friends, co-workers my husband and my daughter, did I realize that no matter where you come from, You are capable of being loved. EVERYONE deserves a second chance. So can I have a drum roll please…Everyone MEET DOTTIE!

Dottie needs a second chance. She is a pit bull mix and desperately in need of a loving home. I had the opportunity to spend time with Dottie today through the Front Street Animal Shelter – City of Sacramento“Doggie Day Out” program. If you haven’t heard of it yet, it’s basically the coolest thing since sliced bread and helps so many animals find loving homes. You basically “borrow” a shelter dog and go on an outing. You can take the shelter pups hiking, jogging or even have them spend the night at your house. The idea behind the project is that these dogs have more exposure to loving individuals, burn off energy and spend some time away from the shelter. You can take pictures, leaves notes, advice or tips and hopefully all of this helps get the doggie get adopted.

When I first heard about this program I instantly thought that it was an amazing idea but never acted upon those “wanting to help instincts” Today, I said no more and decided to give it a try and honestly it was the best thing I could have done for myself and for Dottie. I’ll tell you why.

1. Animals are therapeutic, they have a way of making you feel better.
2. It motivated me to get out of the house, lately I’ve been a lazy slob.
3. I felt so much better after doing it (and so did she) Physically, mentally, emotionally. It was great!

For the past while now, I have been struggling with depression and have been trying to figure out a way to stay motivated and positive while impacting others and making a difference. I usually find that volunteering helps keep me distracted because let’s be real, when I have too much time to myself I overthink EVERYTHING and can’t escape my past. I need to stay busy. Which is why I’ve been excited about that writing workshop for foster youth I’ll be hosting! And now, more recently “Doggie Day Out” I’ve decided that at least once a week I will be at the Front Street Shelter “borrowing” dogs until I can have one of my own. Until then, check out my latest adventure with Dottie.

PS: She needs a home. NOW.


© 2018-19 All Rights Reserved America DeFleur

Fun Fact #17 – Your gonna let them beat the strength out of you or they’re going beat it into you.

Fun Fact #17 – “Your gonna let them beat the strength out of you or they’re going beat it into you.” – Robin Hood

This is something I’ve thought about my entire life. I can let what happened to me disable me, or I can take what happened to me and let it make me. I’m struggling with where I stand on this lately though so, I’m going to try this thing where I blog more, it seems to help organize my thoughts and lately I could really use a bit of organization. I tend to live my life on a whim, waking up and doing whatever comes to mind. Some days it’s wandering the isles of Michaels with my daughter at my side, as she begs me to leave because we’ve been there a hundred times already.

Others times, its wandering around aimlessly online with no real direction, no purpose. Just browsing the random garbage that sparks my interest for the moment. Sometimes I get lost, REALLY lost, stuck on cliche celebrity romances or outrageous news that completely throws my emotions out of balance. Some days I craft. Other days, I just sleep. But most days, I find myself dwelling. On life. On Love. On old friends. Lost love. Family and everything in between. It’s not healthy to dwell on life, on what we don’t have. What we could of had, but I do. I get lost in my thoughts mostly and try to distract myself with these random things to avoid having to feel.. well, like shit. But today I feel like shit, so much that I’m drowning in thoughts, thus here I am again, blogging to everyone and no one in particular because it makes me feel better.

Speaking of feeling better, I came across that “strength” quote earlier (which inspired my current mood) about 48 minutes into the newish Robin Hood movie. It was so impactful that I had to pause the television and rewatch it a few times just to hear the words out loud.

“Your gonna let them beat the strength out of you or they’re going beat it into you.”

Before that, I had a pretty good day. I mean REALLY good day (I’ll explain why later) and even after this amazing, fantastical, wonderfully productive day… Is fantastical a word? I don’t know. EVEN after this amazing day, something as simple as a string of words pieced together by a character in a movie struck a chord with me, and then it was all downhill from there. One glass of wine later, and WELL. Here I am.

My sister said I was unstable and quote, “fucking crazy.” I guess I am. I have this savior complex, where I feel like I need to do everything in my power to make this world a better place, strive to make a difference and leave my footprint behind in this world because I feel like so many injustices have been done to me, I need to make up for it so other kids or people never have to feel that same way.

  • Call me crazy for wanting to make a difference, change lives and help youth who were once in my position.
  • Call me crazy for making stupid decisions when I should know better.
  • Call me crazy for trying so hard to please everyone that I lose myself in the process.

I’m fine with that.

But don’t call me crazy because I’m hurt.

Because so many people In my life, that I’ve known have hurt me and I see the world a little differently. I trust less, I feel emotions stronger than others, I’m scared more often, cautious of everything and everyone around, push people away, curious to a fault and angry most of the time. That’s not crazy. That a fucking side effect of childhood trauma. 

That’s something I live with everyday as an adult. This inability to live a “normal” life-What’s normal anyways?  I check every door in the house, sometimes twice before bed and constantly throughout the day. I look the door when I sleep and sometimes push a dresser in front of it, just in case. I never let my daughter sleepover anywhere or visit friends alone. I jump at every noise and I wake up with nightmares almost every night, so much that most nights I avoid sleeping all together.

I’m not crazy, I’m hurt.

But how do you tell people that without sounding crazy? I don’t know.

I’m trying everyday to change some of the ridiculous ways I feel, but despite my best efforts I’ve had a difficult time lately. It sometimes feels like crawling out of a hole. It’s beyond uncomfortable. This comfy, warm, safe hole that I’ve buried myself in, I don’t want to let go of it. It’s terrifying leaving my bedroom door unlocked at night, even when I know perfectly well that I’m safe and nothing will happen. It’s hard because I also know it HAS happened and what if it will again? Just what if. I feel like I should always be prepared but there is nothing to prepare for! I should be, by “normal” standards, in the best place mentally and physically that I possibly can be, but I’m not. Life is so different for me now that it ever has been but I’m living through a wild depression that has ups and downs, and well, let’s be honest… It’s mostly downs. As much as I TRY to be positive and do exciting fun things, or craft and have a purpose, most days its … just a distraction from everything else.

I’ve got this person inside me, this creative, fun, outgoing, innovative, fun, passionate person just wanting to thrive in this chaos of a world, but most days I don’t feel like I see myself anymore. I feel like I’m protecting myself, hiding away, processing everything slowly. The only time I really feel alive is when I’m doing something for someone else, other than myself. Like my most recent project lately, “Creative Connections.” That really drives me!

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It’s something I’m very passionate about, very excited about, so much that I force myself to do things that I haven’t done in a long time. Things like volunteering at my favorite foster care agency! I’ve been a long time volunteer there for a while now, but this past year they kind of fell off my radar for various personal reasons. But lately, I’ve been in the office once or twice a week and it’s been amazing! Things have especially started to pick up these past two months and I’ve kind of just dove in head first. Every time I go in, I’m giving every bit of energy I have left to my work. I try and be the best version of myself on those days. That happy go lucky girl I used to be is-truth be told, easy to do when I’m there. People are always giving out hugs for no reason, or brining you snacks, food and coffee when you need it. Everyone is always truly invested in your thoughts and opinions. Conversations are easy. They drop everything they are doing just to sit and chat, and not the casual “hey how are you conversation.” It’s the, “Let’s talk about life and the meaning of everything. It’s the My existence, your life, our world” kind of conversation and I learn so much.

It’s refreshing, honest and true. In my experience of the best things I’ve been able to focus my attention on lately. But back to “Creative Connections” THAT is hands down my daily motivation. I’m partnering with the agency to bring this amazing writing workshop to over 40 current foster youth there. It will be a therapeutic creative writing course that will go into mid year, next year. Basically, I’m going to teach youth how to write their own novel and publish it (YES, Actually publish it) You can find it on Amazon next year.

I’ve been working on gathering donations, reaching out to the community and asking for support in a million different ways because I believe -so much- in the healing power of writing. As much as I dwell on my past, even now, there was a point in my life where I literally lost everything, including myself. And it took months of writing and self reflection and of course a little trip to the beach to figure out what I really wanted and needed out of this life to continue pushing forward. But for the longest time, I felt like I was (I’ve said this before) walking through life in a haze. Writing helped me find peace, gain clarity and change my overall my perspective and view on the world and everything in between. It was healing, and healthy and fun! and I made a book! If you haven’t read it, then go ahead and click HERE to find it on Amazon.

Writing saved me. Literacy, is so important. So when I was offered the opportunity to make a difference through launching this program and hosting these classes, I nearly choked on my own saliva! How amazing would it be to bring this passion of mine to our most vulnerable youth who need it the most. This positive outlet that allows for growth and healing and self exploration…

How AMAZING would it be to introduce this to children. I wish I would have had this opportunity when I was tossed around in the system.But I didn’t, and since I know from experience how impactful this would be, I know and understand the NEED for programs like this. So why not huh? Why freaking try everything in power to make this happen?!

When I told you earlier that I had this beautiful / wonderful day! before that stupid quote, I meant it. I woke up, with this burning desire to make this workshop a reality. I began writing a grant, and took a break to play on twitter, only to find inspiration in one of the most odd ways…

I follow this amazing author, Alane Adams on twitter. She is the founder of Rise Up Foundation and just does amazing things for youth and the community. Anyways, I saw that she had been #clearingthelisteveryday for teachers. If your not familiar with #clearthelist it’s basically a new trend on twitter where teachers create wishlists for their classroom as the new year starts, and strangers help wipe the list clean for the kids. It’s amazing. Well, earlier this month I created an Amazon wish list for our youth at the Agency, and I used it to spam emails to everyone. (Sorry if you got that email multiple times, ha!)

And today, I was playing around on twitter and somehow had the bright idea to stop everything I was doing to make a t-shirt and try and catch Alane Adams attention.

Well, it worked! Not only did she spread the word about my project & list, she FILLED UP her shopping cart with tons of items and offered to help me a little more. HOW AMAZING! It was just the most amazing feeling, knowing that sometimes, when you want something strongly enough. You can’t be afraid the toss your line out into the universe, because you never know who is going to be on the other end. In my case, it was her.

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After my little success, as much as I had felt honored and blessed, I also felt the pressure and need for this writing program to be a success for our kids. When people believe in me, I tend to believe in myself more. Is that normal? Either way, it was good because literally right after that, I got in my car and drove to the printing press to work out a deal for publishing our youths novels. Turns out, the printing press is ran by another amazing human who, get this.. was a former foster dad for years with his wife. They fostered so many children! That guy was pretty awesome! So awesome in fact that he waived a few BIG costs for printing. Another amazing win for “Creative Connections.” Are you ready for the next thing that happened? Barnes & Noble wants to host our launch party for the youth so that they can sign their books and read them aloud to the public. The assistant store manager, Eric told me to email him the details and they would get back to me shortly. Now hows that for fate?

Eric aka AmERICa.

Is it just me? Or is the universe telling me that this is exactly what I need to crawl out of my hole? I dunno? Maybe I’m just putting together pieces that aren’t there.

Whatever the case, I know that I haven’t felt this inspired in months. After these workshops, and If I never see these kiddos again, one thing I hope they take with them on their journey IS hope.

  • Hope for a bright future.
  • Hope for healing.
  • Hope for their dreams and wishes.
  • Hope that inspires them to do great things and
  • Hope that leaves a passionate imprint on everything they do and create in this world.

Growing up, lord knows I’ve seen so many kids just… never make it out okay. And I think to myself, had one person intervened in their life.. Would that have changed their outcome? Now we are all adults and the past is just history. But, I still wonder and believe.. YES. It may have changed their fate.

Sometimes, even though I don’t feel okay. At least I know that one day I will be, and it won’t hurt anymore. What’s that quote?

You can’t change the world for every child, but for one child, you can change their world… something like that. I want to change as many lives as I can before I run out of time in this life. If you’re still with me at this point, check out my Amazon wish list. I only have a few items left to buy for our kiddos. For now, I’m signing off.


America XOXO,




© 2018 All Rights Reserved America DeFleur

Fun Fact #16 – Boredom Drives Creativity 

Fun Fact #16 – Boredom Drives Creativity


I’ve had a lot of time on my hands lately so I decided to open an Etsy shop for fun! It seems to help time pass, plus I LOVE creating things.

Anyways, I decided to start selling fun little Foster Care related items to promote positivity and de-stigmatize the negativity around this topic. Check out my new Etsy and share laughter, love and positive vibes through branded products.


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© 2018 All Rights Reserved America DeFleur

Fun Fact #15 – Sometimes Love Just Isn’t Enough

Fun Fact #15 – Sometimes Love Just Isn’t Enough


My family is broken, they always have been since as far back as I can remember and no matter how much I try to help them, there’s nothing I can do because they are not ready to help themselves. (At least some of them) The “System” it breaks you, the cycle of abuse that everyone talks about. It’s real. When I left foster care at eighteen I told myself I was never going back (I know you’ve heard me say this a thousand times) I told myself that my life was going to be different because even though I didn’t get to choose the family I was born into, or my beginning, I could definitely change my ending. Well, A few weeks ago I reconnected with a part of  my biological family that I had shut out, it was the first time in a long time that I let them into my life without restrictions.

I received a call from my grandmother. She was screaming and yelling on the phone, “Help! Save Me! SEND HELP!” but my uncle grabbed the phone out of her hand and hung up too quickly cutting the call short, before I could actually figure out what was going on. I spent the next 30 minutes on the phone with emergency services, giving an in depth explanation as to why they needed to send someone out to their house to check on her. I didn’t know her address, but I described the street to the best that I could remember. It had been so long since I had seen her, I felt guilty. A few hours later I received a call from my uncle, he was fuming on the other end of the line, I could hear it between the drunk mumbles and angry stutter. He knew that I called the cops, and I didn’t deny it. I spent the next two days at the hospital with my grandmother and for the first time in a long time, I felt something. Something other than this depression I have been dwelling in, I felt a simmering rage build up from the bottom of my bones. My grandmother was weak and bruised with infections that needed antibiotics. Weighing less than my eight-year-old, I could see the skeletal indents on her cheeks, and every vein in her body as it burst through her thin flesh. She had been abused, neglected, malnourished and held against her will in that house with him for months. 

It took weeks of emotional stress, depression, fragile encounters, and an acute mental breakdown before I’ve realized that I had made the wrong decision of letting them back into my life, or letting her back in. Then a few more weeks to push them out of my life. I spent the past few weeks with my biological family, working around the clock to ensure that my grandmother was well fed and cared for, “Nourished” in essence.

 Before I came back into the picture, my grandmother lived with her son, my uncle, in a small duplex in the heart of the ghetto. The kind of street where people get shot, and car windows get smashed; trust me, I know from experience (It’s pretty costly to replace a windshield) They live together and slowly they are dying together. He is a terrible alcoholic and suffers from bouts of aggression whenever he consumes a drink; he also is legally responsible for my grandmother because she’s disabled, slowly deteriorating and can hardly walk herself. Between the both of them, I’m not sure who will live longer.

Anyways, I had distanced myself from my family to escape the cloud of toxicity that surrounds them, but I left my grandma behind; mostly because she wanted to be there and I couldn’t stand the toxic environment. For the past twenty eight years she’s chosen her son over everyone and everything, but when I saw her in the hospital I could tell she was at her breaking point (or so I thought) Between making police reports, following up on those reports at the department, calling Adult Protective Services (APS) and collecting her things with police escorts, I barely had time to catch my breath and actually comprehend what was happening as my life picked up pace. She moved in with my sister, at the time it was the best option, though looking back now, not the best idea either. 

You see, my sister and I have a difficult relationship, between the never-ending arguments and drama it’s actually not healthy at all; just another example of the effects that our broken childhood had on us, and trust me, I’m not trying to give you a pity party or anything, It’s the damn truth. Childhood trauma effects you well into adulthood, no matter who you are, or where you come from. It’s that trauma which boils over and spills out onto everything we call life, making it difficult to sustain anything. 

Anyways, Between my sister and my grandmother… I apparently thought that wasn’t enough self inflicted pain, so I started becoming a part of my brothers life again as well. The first time I had seen him in over two years I was straddling a cold metal chair behind a thick wall of glass. As I sat there staring at him trying to make sense of everything, I kinda lost my shit internally but I couldn’t tell him that. Our relationship, much like my sisters, was toxic. I pushed him away, we pushed each other away (for good reasons) yet there I was holding a thick black phone to my ear trying to console him while he fell apart on the other end of the line. I tried my best to tell him everything I would have wanted to hear. 

“You’re going to be okay.” 

“Don’t worry, I’m here for you, how much do you need on your books” 

“I love you.”

“We have to be better than this, Parker. We HAVE to for our children. We need to be here for them.” 

“You’re not alone.”

I was actually pretty proud of myself after walking away from that glass window, I thought I had actually made some sense to him, got through to him and helped him see things differently in some way. Some inspirational voice inside burst through my seams and gave him one of the best speeches I was capable of giving at the time. After my sister and I buzzed through the steel door and made our way down the elevator, I took a deep breath. Speechless. Lilian looked at me with an odd expression and said, “What the fuck, that was awesome.” and it was, in that moment it was AWESOME.

After that, both Lillian and I called him, went to see him multiple times a week. I told him that I would attend all of his court dates and support him through the process (I did) For a while, I tried. We really tried. But between balancing my grandmothers drama and his upcoming needs, I was exhausted. I connected with the social workers on his CPS case so that I could potentially become a placement option for his daughter if needed. I went to family CFT meetings. [CFT meetings are structured, guided discussions with the family and other team members about family strengths, needs, and problems and the impact they have on the safety, permanence, and well-being of the family’s children. CFT meetings always have a clear but open-ended purpose.] I submitted fingerprints for processing and started the process on getting my house cleared to become a  foster parent. 

My sister and I delivered his rent check to his landlord so he wouldn’t lose his apartment during the time he was “locked up” and I picked him up from the Rio Cosumnes Correctional Facility at 4:00 AM in the morning. Why the fuck do they release people at 4 in the morning?!

I wanted to help him as much as I could, I drove him around town to do errands upon his release. I was there for him because at the end of the day all we have is each other. Mommy and daddy won’t come save us from a fucked up situation if we get stuck, find trouble, make mistakes or get lost along the way. At some point or another we all need each other, and even though we were at odds. I did as much as a good sister would do and then I became angry. But not at him, angry at life, at the situations we ended up in as adults. The struggles we all faced. The four of us kids (my siblings and I) magically lived through our childhood, and sometimes I like to think we survived it too. But a larger part of me knows that we are all fucked up in our own ways. So much that it all affects us differently and though mostly I want to believe it all happened for a reason, I still have times where I struggle. Like recently for example. 

Somewhere between feeling helpless and trying to be helpful, I became angry and hurt, upset, depressed even. I started losing MY ESSENCE. Then somewhere in between that anger I found, I started giving up. At some point, everything over the past few months became too much. I was doing too much, spreading myself too thin. And then I realized that everything I had been doing for people wouldn’t change a thing. My brother was still angry, and battling his own demons that I couldn’t help him with. My grandmother, abused and neglected still wanted to go back to her son and there was nothing APS could do about it, even after the multiple reports, police visits and removal. My sister, was still difficult to hold a conversation with, angry and volatile as hell, we would never get along. 

After everything that happened,  I realized I was beginning to lose myself, so I did the only thing I knew how. I left them behind and pushed everyone away, because I knew that I would fall apart if I didn’t. I love my siblings. I always will, but sometimes love just isn’t enough. Just because you love someone, doesn’t necessarily mean that they are good for you, or vice versa. I miss the version of us as kids. Little messy haired-bare footed-yellow stained-baggy t-shirt wearing- dirty – foul mouthed- rambunctious- kids. I miss us like that; before our innocence was stolen.

After pushing everyone away, I felt better. For a while it worked. Life was back to it’s slow pace and things were quiet again. I have my family at home of course, but for the most part, there was a painful silence. And sometimes where there’s too much silence, I get lost in thought, memories, moments. LIFE. After a while of self inflicted solitary confinement, I started becoming lost. (So if you thought I was drowning during all of this, the struggle during the silence was worse) But if life has taught me anything, it’s that I’m strong. I just need to learn how to balance everything I guess. I suppose that’s why I’m here, blogging again. For some reason, being able to say “Fuck the world” makes me feel better. Though I don’t really mean that, because obviously I want to make this world a better place. Still, the power of turning thoughts into spoken word frees the mind somehow, so thus! Here I am. 

Every now and then I just need a little reaffirmation that I’m doing the right thing and maybe a little self care. I’ve never really had the opportunity to be selfish because i’m so busy taking care of everything else, everyone else.  But this time around it has to be different because I have to say fuck everyone else, It’s my turn now. It’s about time I nourish my mental health and stop letting this cycle of abuse drag me down. I’m tired of being consumed by what I went through. I want my daughter to never have to experience what I went through as a child, and what everyone around me continues to live through as adults.

 I’m going to give her a childhood she doesn’t have to heal from. But first, I know that I’m still working on healing myself, which is why after everything happened and life slowed down, I spent an obscene amount of money on seeing Mumford and Sons live at Bottle Rock Napa (post soon to come) They are so soul refreshing it’s ridiculous. 

So now what do I do ask? The fuck if I know. Hmmm..

Well, I started volunteering at my favorite foster care agency again, it’s been awhile since I’ve been there but it definitely lifts my spirits and puts me in a positive state of mind. Other than that i’m just cycling my favorite songs on repeat, feeding the stray kittens on my porch (anyone want a kitten? Seriously…Do you want a kitten?) and watching reruns of old tv shows until I can figure out what to do with my summer. I’ll probably spend my next few Saturdays around the Sutro Baths or Ocean Beach. Hell, maybe I’ll write more. Book number two? Lord knows I have enough to fill a library with. When’s my lifetime movie coming out? When do I get to watch that? 
PS: I need ideas on fun things to do with my daughter for the summer.. Drop a line below. Until next time.

America XOXO,


© 2018 All Rights Reserved America DeFleur

Fun Fact #14: Sometimes You Just Can’t Cope

Fun Fact #14 – Sometimes You Just Cant Cope

So many wonderful things happened last year, and then it hit me. Depression, out of nowhere. Most days I feel like there are two different versions of myself. A curious and creative child, yearning to grow and absorb as much information as possible, taking in vast amounts of knowledge and piecing together the world through fragments of broken glass that lay shattered around me. Sometimes, with that glass, I can create a mosaic of bright vibrant color that glistens when you look through it. Sometimes I can color my world and leave shadows of light in the darkness that surrounds me, but most days I can’t find the energy to create anything.

This past year sped by so quickly, I hardly had the time to catch my breath. It’s been a while since I last wrote or posted anything, I kind of went on a social media hiatus. I mean, sure I clicked the “like” button a few times or threw together random videos and pictures but for the most part, I’ve been out of the loop on everything. I tried my best to avoid anything and everything that connected me to the outside world, and without realizing, became extremely withdrawn (which is totally not me). On top of that, that I lost my Macbook Pro, yea! That sucked a whole lot. It was the only outlet that I really had to be creative and make sense of the world through art and writing. So I’ve been kind of behind in that department as well.

At first, I told myself I was too busy with my work and everything that I pushed to achieve everyday and THAT was the reason I stopped talking to friends, accepting invitations to go out, or taking my daughter to the park. Sure I was busy and that may have all been true, but after a while it turned into something else entirely. I spent this past year filling my day to the brim with things that would help others, so much… that I forgot to take care of myself and my family in the process. I think a part of me was secretly still hurting and trying to avoid feeling anything at all. Staying busy in a world that never stops moving was my way to cope with everything I suppose. I know it wasn’t the right way, but it worked at the time. I mean, it’s much easier to stay busy and pretend like nothing else existed because at least then, I’m making a difference right? I’m using every fiber in my being to make something special happen. Creating opportunities for people so that I could convince myself there still was a bit of good left in this world. All the while, trying to convince myself that everything I went through was for a reason.

I spent the past few years working at a non-profit agency, hiring over 300+ instructors, teachers and employees to work in title one schools throughout Sacramento. I ignited a new hiring tactic to recruit staff members, “Hiring Parties” I called them. I went from school to school, opening themed parties to the public and hosting two hour sessions in lieu of interviews. Candidates would walk in and play games, crafts, and engage in activities that allowed me to truly see their personality and potential. We had fun and it allowed me the opportunity to hire the right person to work with youth in our schools. I loved it! (for maybe a year or so) After time I really began to feel as though my efforts, while important, were not feeding my soul in the way that I needed. Up until this point, I’ve always felt as though I was O.K because there was a bigger picture or purpose that I had yet to see. I was never a prostitute, gang member, on drugs, or alcoholic, “I made it out for a reason.” and I was going to use that reason to help others survive too! One of my old bosses called it the “savior” complex, what the fuck does she know right?

Meh, maybe she was right! But yanno what, I didn’t care, I know that what I’ve been through and how far I’ve come was for something greater, something inside told me that my story needed to be heard, shared and read. Had I been a younger version of myself, and read a book that I was able to connect with and relate to, I know that I wouldn’t have felt so alone and that in itself would have made a difference. That’s what life is about right? Love, connection, helping each other move forward in this world. My time at the Center was fulfilling, until it didn’t become enough anymore. No matter how much I loved my co-workers and friends that I had made through my time there, my soul wasn’t being fed. Between the struggles I faced at home and the environment at work, I just fell into this deep, dark depression.

I went through a phase where I was filled with a constant reminder of everything that ailed my soul. Laughter, smiles, and painful recollections of all that I had lost in this life constantly spun through my mind and like a spider web collecting dust, I became stagnant in this dreary cesspool of places and people I missed, things I’ve encountered or aspirations I never achieved. I worked 9:00 AM – 5:00 PM and sometimes on the weekend to distract myself, but even that became too much. Life became too much and I began suffocating in the work that I surrounded myself with, so I kind of gave up. I wanted to help establish transitional housing for foster youth, begin work in marketing through video creation. I wanted to establish a solid platform for our social media network at the Center and create a campaign that helped ignite the work that we did back at the office. For awhile I was on track. I started seeking partnerships with local shelters, some closer than others. I traveled to San Francisco often and met with executives of various organizations to learn and discuss the possibilities of our shelter idea. I worked on video interviews and engineered advertisements to help start and fund a campaign. I connected a local foster care agency and students throughout Sacramento with Paramount pictures and hosted a free screening for Foster youth, families and social workers to, “Instant Family.” I pushed to impact as many people as possible.

In my time there, I did so much! So why did it feel like so little? Because I forgot to heal my soul before feeding my soul? Perhaps because most of my time was spent tucked away in a little cubicle, hidden from the world and confined to the thoughts that scavenged my mind. For the most part, I was able to motivate myself in new and exciting ways, but mostly I suffered. Like a caged bird, I needed to spread my wings, and after a while I grew tired and depressed. When the chaos of life began to slow down, my mind began to wander, and where did I find myself? At the end of my rope, again.

I’ve been here before, twice. Once as a child suffering at the hands of adults, and another as an adult, just before I wrote my book, “Dandelion.” What I remember the most is the feeling of hopelessness, like no matter what I do, or how far I push myself in this life, it’s never enough. I’m never satisfied with anything, and I can’t find something that quenches my thirst, this insatiable hunger that pains the pit of my stomach making it difficult to breathe, let alone move. Hell, maybe its the unresolved issues that I never had the true opportunity to dive into and fix. If I’ve learned anything from living in the past, it’s that nothing will ever be “fixed” per say… but at least addressing them makes me feel better. I suppose that’s why I write, because it feels better, its therapeutic.

Anyways, Just before my emotional break, I started going back to school again this past January… I’ve known the direction I want to take in life, I know where I want to end, but I don’t know how to get there I suppose. I picture myself, living a comfortable life, perhaps somewhere along the beach or in the busy streets of the city with my family. A place near the ocean, where I can still smell the salty breeze. Maybe, I’ll write on the beach at night or crochet as I watch the tide swell. During the day, I’d help families and as many youth as I could, I don’t know to what capacity but I’m thinking some type of social worker to say the least. I just want to be able to use my experiences and impact others in a way that helps them continue to grow and learn through trying times. I want to save all the little versions of myself that I see in these kids, mostly because no one saved me. I want to make a difference. My goal was to work toward that Master’s in Social work degree, I have a long way until I get there but at least when I enrolled for school this semester, I knew I was fighting for something. Now I just feel weighed down by the intensity of life and everything that comes along with it.

I’ll be honest, I spend most of my time sleeping or crying. It’s pretty pathetic. I feel like a shroud of dark mass or energy wrapped itself around every molecule of air that I’ve inhaled, weighing down my lungs, making it difficult to breathe. Most days, I feel like I’m stumbling through life, listening to the world pass by in a haze like a muffled conversation behind closed doors. In fact, most days it’s difficult just to get out of bed and take my daughter to school. I stopped working about two weeks ago, I knew it was the right decision but it was difficult. All of these people, coworkers and friends that have turned into family and held me together like glue just vanished. Like everything else does. Gone. I’m close with my biological sister now, but it took years of learning each other and figuring out how to get along. Other than that.. It’s just my husband and daughter. A part of me feels so guilty because it’s not enough to keep me going. I can’t rely on my tiny child to push me through difficult times. My husband, as supportive as he is… just doesn’t get it. I don’t think most people do.

Last week, I lay in bed everyday crying and watching re-runs of stupid TV series and movies I loved as a kid. One day, my daughter comes up to me and says, “Mommy, sit up!” It took her about 10 minutes of arguing with me to convince me to pull the blankets off myself and sit at the edge of my bed, but she was persistent! After vanishing for a minute, she popped back into the bedroom and carefully tip-toed to the edge of my bed with a big pot from the kitchen sink full of cold water. She placed my feet into the frigid water as I screamed in shock and laughed through tears once I understood what she was doing. She was washing my feet! After a thorough scrub with scented bubble gum soap, she began drying my toes and painting my toenails a variety of colors. She then moved onto to brushing my hair, massaging my back and tucking me back into bed with a cup of orange juice and silly bent straw to sip from. She’s so sweet and observant. I felt guilty in that moment, upset at the fact that I hadn’t been there for her lately. I stopped helping her with homework, I stopped playing dolls with her. I spent the majority of my time distracting myself from living these past two months, that I forgot about her. I tend to be selfish in that way when depression hits and hits HARD. I think a piece of her knows that something is wrong with me, it’s why shes been so kind lately. Instead of begging me to go to the park, she plays with her toys quietly on the floor or draws pictures upon pictures of imaginary worlds that she creates. She also spends a lot of time on mine craft now days, but what 8 year old doesn’t right? Most the time the time, I let her do pretty much whatever she wants because anything other than laying in bed is exhausting. When she spends time with her daddy, he keeps her pretty occupied but he works a lot these days so it’s tough to spend quality time together.

I recently went and saw a doctor, yanno the kind in white jackets? The kind that wears tiny brimmed glasses that sit at the bridge of their nose, making their eyes seem more exaggerated than they really are, “Now tell me, what’s wrong?” he says.

“The fuck if I know?! I wouldn’t be here if I did, jeez.”

Sobbing, I couldn’t seem to keep my mouth closed and all at once the floodgates to hell were kicked wide open, I was a sobbing mess. I think we talked for about 2 hours before the doctor finally stopped me and suggested that I attend an IOP classes daily. Apparently Intensive Outpatient Therapy classes will help me become more mentally adapt and stable. Give me tools and resources to use that I can implement in my life. I’ve been attending “sessions” everyday about 4 and a half hours each day and so far… I haven’t learned anything except that I know I’m a little distressed about some of the events that happened in my childhood. I’ve been going for a little while now. We have community meetings, art therapy, mediation and skills classes. Oh! We also do that fun little “open discussion” in a small white room with about 15 metal chairs. Yanno that cliche, ” Hi, I’m America” …”Hello, America”. Ya that bullshit.

In all honesty though, it helps. Just sitting there and listening to others share their story makes me feel less alone. And when the person sitting next to me says something out loud that I’ve been struggling to say to anyone for years, it really hits home and makes me feel understood. Things have been really dark lately so it’s nice to find meaning in some of these sessions. It’s just so intense, and overwhelming at times. That week I stayed in bed crying until my daughter scrubbed the sadness out of me, I missed a lot of school. I fell so far behind in my English class, I wasn’t sure I could catch up. A part of me just wanted to say, screw it! I’ll just focus on myself and quit school like I did everything else. Then another part of me battled to stay in class. I begged my instructor to let me make up the assignments, and somehow, she magically said yes. I wrote 4 essays, completed 3 homework Reading response journals, drew a thought bubble and read 3 lengthy excerpts from novels that she gave me as handouts in less than a day, before zooming over to Kinkos to print everything out before class. If I learned anything from that lesson it’s that,

  1. I’ll never miss class again.
  2. I need a fucking printer and a new computer.

If I could pinpoint my downfall into this dark place in life, I would have to say it started with the release of my book. Re-reading a few experiences really set something off inside me. When I started seeing the sales roll in through Amazon, A part of me became excited… Then the stress and anxiety of having my story “out there” really got to me. I haven’t taken it down yet though, so you might as well grab a copy on Amazon HERE: before it disappears. I’ve been heavily contemplating quitting at that as well.. Until next time.

America XOXO,


© 2018 All Rights Reserved America DeFleur

Bad News Bears…

I’m running behind on production and last minute details, (SELF PUBLISHING IS HARD) 

Sooo it looks like they won’t be shipping today. =(

Sorry guys! I know you have been waiting,

I’m so excited to finally get this book in your hands but it’s just going to take a little bit longer. Thanks for holding out! Feel free to send me an email.

With Love,


Have you emailed me through the “Contact Page”

Hello Everyone,

Thank you so much for all of the wonderful feedback and comments on my blog, I truly appreciate it! This is such an inspiring community.

I wanted to apologize to everyone that has sent in an email through my “Contact” page. Apparently, all of the incoming emails were randomly routed to an email address that I no longer use. I’m not sure when this started happening? But I’m working on having that corrected right now!

I’m currently sifting through all of your emails and should be getting back to everyone very shortly, Thank you all for being so patient! So sorry it has taken this long for a response,