Outside Thoughts 7/2/22

The sound of bugs chirping in the trees

Carried to my ears by the soft summer breeze

I silence my music to hear nature’s tune

As I sit on my porch in the warm sun at noon

A feather lost from a grackle’s tail

Floats to my feet as above the bird sails

I question how well the feather could glide

Were I to dip it in ink on the pointy side

Dragging my hand along an empty page

Hoping to rid my thoughts of their skull cage

My mind wanders far, as my next trip grows near

I dream of travel, but for once I’m happy here

Of course my journey will continue across the globe

Changing cities as often as I change my wardrobe

Yet days like today,

Put peace in my heart

The weather is perfect

Earth is a work of art

At times like these, I feel inspired

Normally I’m lazy, but right now I’m not tired

My desire to create occludes my longing for sleep

My pillow lies empty as to paper my words seep

Jackson, WY summer days
Journal entry

Novel #1

Ten years ago I developed a major crush on a guy while working at a ski resort as holiday help. I have always been a writer of poetry as well as a journalist. So naturally when I returned to school, I took to my new computer to start jotting down some of my feelings. When I realized how much quicker I was typing the words than when I had used to journal by pen in a notebook it was intriguing.

I have also always been a very vivid dreamer, waking up most mornings remembering a dream or two. In the few days following my return home I had powerful dreams that inspired me to keep writing. I decided to use my infatuation for this romance, which by the way never never blossomed into a relationship, to fuel a fictional story about a girl who fell for a boy in the mountains.

I begin to define the relationship of a young couple who met at a ski resort & created them some friends. It was quite simple at the time it seemed. I was motivated by my dreams & the idea of the cute guy still looming in my mind. The the writing, as usual for me, seemed to flow. So I wrote several pages before my passion for the story dwindled.

After I graduated college, I moved to Los Angeles for two years & writing no longer seemed important. I was more focused on trying to kick off my career as an actress. I gave up only shortly after being accepted into & joining SAG-AFTRA (the acting union). However, during my time in LA I was fascinated by yet another young man, a foreign athlete who was only in LA for a short period of six months. This time I focused more on real life than the made up world of a book. For the time being at least…

In 2014 I relocated once more to New Orleans. I had not thought about my book in a long time until my apartment flooded & my laptop was destroyed (PSA: never leave your laptop sitting on the floor). I sent it to a company to have the data retrieved. They were somewhat successful, however, the work I had done on the book was lost. It was heartbreaking! It was one of those situations where you don’t realize how much something means to you until it is out of your reach. I was disheartened & had absolutely zero interest in returning to my book.

Over time I made a few more moves. Each time I would come across notebooks with my writing or poetry in them & I would get enticed to sit down & read. I came across a lot of writing about men I had been attracted to over the years & I realized what a hopeless romantic I am. I also came to accept over time, that I am not destined for a relationship of my own. Yet, I still love the idea of love. I love reading about love, watching movies about love, dreaming about love & I have now discovered that I enjoy writing about love. So I began to write again.

It was a struggle at first. I honestly did not want to start over after losing all of my previous work. So I simply jotted down some thoughts I had about the characters I once created. One day, I don’t remember exactly when, I sat down & wrote a quick scene. It was a single page or two of the main characters meeting. I left it at that & did not write again for quite some time.

Over the course of the past TWO years, I have slowly chipped away at what I now call my “Snowboard Novel Draft.” I have a full time job & I certainly don’t commit myself to writing as I should. I don’t write regularly, but when I sit down to write, somewhere between one to two thousand words ends up coming out. I rarely write small sections at a time. I did write out of order & I would skip all around. Only here recently did things finally take shape & I began to feel a sense of accomplishment.

On April 19th 2021 I printed my ROUGH First Draft of my “Snowboard Novel Draft.” It stands at 86 standard, letter size pages, font size 11 or 55,627 words. This was in my eyes, my first real milestone on this project. I sent it to three people who I know & trust for their input & feedback before going back to add more. As things progress, I plan to keep you informed! But in the meantime, if you would like updates, please contact me to be added to my email list & follow me on Facebook at my Kimily24 page & Instagram at @KimilyTrehern 🙂 ❤

April 2020 Quarantine

A lot has changed for me the last few months while everyone else has been hibernating during “COVID-19 Quarantine.” I apologize for going on hiatus… AGAIN… Just wanted to give you a little update during this time.

1. I moved again, back in NOLA

2. Dinosaurs (& unicorns) still rock!

3. I joined the WATTPAD community. Go to http://www.wattpad.com or download the app. My username is KimilyET24

4. If you are behind in the game, catch up & get Atomic Habits by James Clear

5. Stay healthy, stay active, stay safe during this time! & have FUN! You will never have this much free time again!



I have created a WATTPAD account where I will be posting most of my future material (along with here on my blog). Please feel free to follow along! I made my poetry book available via Wattpad (for FREE). Please check it out, vote & share! My account is KimilyET24 Thank you ❤



Self Published… FINALLY

I finally did it! I typed, formatted, & (self) published my first book. A collection of my poetry from the last 10-15 years or so. I am more proud of some works than others, however, it is all a part of who I am. You can now download an ebook version or a hardcopy by following the link below. I apologize for some of the formatting being off. It was my first time doing this & I was so excited to complete the project I probably didn’t focus on that as much as I should have… Please check it out, buy it, share it… Let’s get the word out! I’ll be starting on my next book soon. It will be focused on the power of positive thinking. ❤




World Adoption Day 11-15-16


Happy #WorldAdoptionDay to anyone who has been blessed by this beautiful gift 😇 #WetHairDontCareClub

World Adoption Day 11-15-16
Adoption brought me family
Without it I’d be alone
Adoption brought me a sister
& together we have grown

It gave me someone to fight with
It gave me someone to love
It gave me someone to confide in
Though she doesn’t always keep her mouth shut

As a child I let her dress me
She’s always had great style
But many times she’d test me
& I’d stay mad a while

She taught me many things
Like how to tell designer from a fake
Yet in many ways we’re different
For example, she does not like cake

We got our puppies together
One Christmas in New York
Another way we’re different
Is I do not eat pork

Adoption made us siblings
Though we are not blood
But we learned to love each other
Until one day we became buds

We lost our home in Katrina
& that brought us close again
Our parents made us sisters
But our love made us friends

She loves to shop indoors
While I love to play outside
As children we fought over chores
As adults we travel worldwide

We’ve travelled the world together
From Costa Rica to Europe
Canada to the Caribbean
& she always did my makeup

The day that she got married
I stood right by her side
I helped her to get ready
She made a beautiful bride

Adoption is a blessing
It is a gift from God
A miracle from up above
& one we should applaud


So I wanted to spotlight one of my object writings from a couple weeks ago. I feel like it was somewhat overshadowed the first time I posted it as it was at the end of a long post. I was given 10min to write about “Laugh” & this is what I came up with it. I quite enjoyed this one & I hope you will too!

Contagious. Happy, a smile on everyone’s face. A frown turned upside down. A fantastic ab workout. Laughter makes the world go round. Like music, it is a universal language. Even more so, because every country laughs the same. People, however, don’t. Each laugh as unique as the individual itself. No two alike, even twins it sets apart. Laughter heals the soul. It stitches it back together again. It mends emotional wounds. Laughing a jokes till you roll on the ground in tears. Intimate moments you share with one glance at your best friend. Forced chuckles at you’re bosses lame comments to stay in his good graces. Laughing is healthy! It produces endorphins. The opposite of strife. Bringing people together. Unifying through a common interest. Laughing can be mean though. Laughing at a persons’ insecurities, weakness, or failures will never be okay! Laugh with, not at. Laughing tastes like sunshine & rainbows. It smells of burning leaves, fresh baked cookies. It sounds like a rainstorm with thunder and lightening. Even dogs laugh with their tails. Laughing is for all ages, it keeps you young! It tenses up then relaxes the muscles. Laugh til you cry, until the day that you die. It pays to be happy. You are more content when you can learn to laugh at yourself.

7/30 Social Media

We are all under scrutiny
there’s no place to hide
Social media is the culprit
it reeks of hatred worldwide

People like to try to judge
They will hold a grudge
Into lives they spy and pry
with an eagle eye
You shouldn’t have to be blind to be kind
or to look upon each face with grace
What is up with controversy
can’t we show each other mercy

The key to tolerance
is to fight ignorance
The key to humanity
is international amity

8/29-9/2 Object Writing

Cold, solid, gray metal or white plastic. A vessel for water or waste to travel through. Easily clogged. When, blocked, product or bleach must be poured in to remove the sludge. Smells of algae and feces. On the other hand, pipe cleaners, are cute, colorful, fuzzy instruments, which children often use to make arts and crafts. The antennae or legs of a bug, all squiggly. Soft short hairs, surrounding on center of twisted wire. Pointy to the touch on the ends. The smell of glue and glitter and gold fish snacks at the arts & crafts table of the preschool.

Glad this one was 10 min, I could have written about this subject for hours, about the MREs we ate (meals ready to eat), syphoning gas out of totaled cars, finding a giant snapping turtle along with my grand piano in the deep end of our swimming pool…

Growing up in south Mississippi, with a house on the beach, hurricanes were something I always was aware of. Each summer we had to watch the weather closely, in case anything, even a tropical storm were to form in the Gulf or Pacific. Often preparing our house with hurricane shutters on the windows, taping glass, & packing up our most important belongings to travel away with. Eleven years ago yesterday, however, my life shook with the force of 174 mph winds. My house on the beach washed away by a near 30 ft storm surge. Luckily my family & I got out with most of our important possessions, and we were lucky enough to own another residence in north Mississippi to retreat to. We left in the middle of the night after the storm hit to attempt the return home before ALL of the roads were closed. We were able to make it to the coast, however, not able to drive down the streets to our house. Luckily our larger boat had been parked up the river & survived the storm, on this boat I lived for the first few days following the storm. Thankfully we had enough gas to run the engine a few hours a day for air conditioning. However, I was very ill during this time & the heat of south Mississippi summer was no help at all. My cousin set up a hammock & slept on the slab of my house to protect it. While many others spray painted threatening signs that said “You loot, we shoot.” The smell was unbearable. Mississippi mud & Sludge dug up from the depths. I can still remember that smell today 11 years later. School was out for months. We had no belongings. Merely a few pairs of undergarments.

Hand-painted holiday placemats that always seem to stick to the table. Rectangular, with chopped off corners. Year round, outside of holidays, they had flowers. They remind me of home cooked meals. We never eat at home anymore. The kitchen went out of commission long ago! Today placemats are cloth, because there is no food to spill on them. While the other ones wiped off easily. Placemats and table settings. Fashionably designed name plates. Turkeys and pilgrims at Thanksgiving. The Annieglass chargers and dinner plates of the finest china. Sparkling cutlery and crystal water goblets. A pitcher full of sweet tea sits in the middle of the table along with the butter and gravy. Each place delicately marked so that not one feels left out. Places chosen strategically. The smell of green bean casserole and dressing fills the air. & for dessert, a red velvet cake, or grandma’s homemade sweet rolls-or both. Fresh rolls on the table swaddled in a cloth laying in a basket. Placemats to protect the white table cloth covering the oblong table.

90sec-Belly Ring
Cold, shiny piece of metal. Half moon shaped with a jewel on one end, a charm dangling from the other. Rusty blood from the piercing fresh and new.

Charlie got the last golden ticket. A moment that would change his life forever. It took him to the land of chocolate, where EVERYTHING was made of candy. You could even eat the flowers & the grass. Smell of sugar swirls & cocoa powder. Sour gum balls & everlasting gobstoppers. Children also received golden tickets in The Polar Express. These tickets allowed them to board a train for a journey to the North Pole on Christmas Eve. Once again, a little boy’s life was changed by a golden ticket when he met Santa & received the first gift of Christmas. After that he was an eternal believer in the spirit of Christmas. Golden tickets are not just golden color, they are made of magic & transport children to wondrous lands filled with the unknown. These journeys stay with the children for the rest of their lives. Keeping the children young. The feeling of joy bubbling inside until it overflows onto the people surrounding them. As a wise elf once said, “seeing isn’t believing, believing is seeing.” You must have faith in something. & these children’s obedience & faith are what led them to the precious prizes. Gifts they received that would last a lifetime. The chocolate factory for Charlie, & the bell from Santa’s sleigh for the little hero boy. A bell that he could hear as long as he still believed, which he always did. Magic is out there, but it takes a pure heart to find it & keep it alive within them. One doesn’t need a ticket to find it, just the lucky ones