Author: Author Wendy Shipman

Wendy Shipman is a native of Summerville, South Carolina. She has an A.A.S. degree in Criminal Justice. She began writing poetry during a very difficult time in her life. Her desire to become a published author didn’t develop until her late forties. After this experience, it is her mission to continue writing sequels to her first book. Wendy is married with three children and is currently residing in Birmingham, Alabama.

Men suffer too

Please see the video below about a friend dealing with depression. Hear how he opened up about his emotions, thoughts, and cry for help dealing with his mental illness. https://youtu.be/6Fni2z6ueJA?si=v3X7fsSHeTxGB0zp

Survivor’s Remorse

I caught covid after an anniversary cruise last month. After I beat the odds by having mild symptoms, I felt bad in a sense. Let me explain. In 2020, when you heard of covid, you automatically thought 'death sentence'. Or at least I did. So many people passed away from this horrible virus. No cure … Continue reading Survivor’s Remorse →

A message in the mess and a testimony in the test

Mother's Day 2023, a day I shall never forget. 3 long years after the Pandemic of 2020, days-weeks-months-years of wearing masks and staying away from crowded areas, anxiety-filled days where fear would set in because of the 'not knowing', staying home confined to the 4 walls day in and day out, the gruesome thoughts of … Continue reading A message in the mess and a testimony in the test →

Mend each piece one by one

It amazes me sometimes how just one person can destroy one's self-image, self-esteem, self-worth … all with words and/or actions. It makes me question myself ... am I truly worth it? Seriously. Am I really? I am not as strong as people perceive me to be. I have to be pretty vulnerable and transparent to … Continue reading Mend each piece one by one →

I can’t do anything with dead flowers

You know the old cliché "give me my flowers while I'm alive"? You normally hear this after someone has passed away unexpectedly. A person may feel like they didn't do enough or say enough when that person was alive. How many of you believe in that saying? I do. However, flowers (in a literal sense) … Continue reading I can’t do anything with dead flowers →

Inside Of Me

March 26th will mark 1 year since the premier of my short film, based from my first book, Inside Of Me. What a overwhelming, yet exuberating time in my life. The making of this movie and the time thereafter brought about several different emotions. But that will be another post for another time. I am … Continue reading Inside Of Me →

When I think things over

Over the years, I've had more nos than yeses. I've had more disappointments than satisfactions. I've had more frienemies than friends. I've had my feelings hurt, been laughed at, been lied on ... well who hasn't? Can anyone name one person who's had a perfect life? I've had some good days. I've had some hills … Continue reading When I think things over →

God sits high and looks low

God loves me! I used to question Him when I was much younger. "Why don't you love me?" "Why did You allow those bad things to always happen to me?" "What did I do to make 'people' dislike me so much?" "Why was I even born?" Alot of questions that I could never get the … Continue reading God sits high and looks low →

Love is love

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always … Continue reading Love is love →