Lorelie Rozzano's Blog

Tis the time of year we hold so dear

December 25th is drawing near

The tree is cloaked, in sparkly lights

Little babes are tucked, in their beds so tight

Presents are stacked up against the wall

Our wallets have been emptied, in the mall

Old Saint Nick, is on his way

The children are counting, down the days

Candy canes and stockings, wait by the bed

For sleepy-eyed, little tousled heads

Grandma and Gramps are down the hall

Johnny’s in the kitchen, he’s growing so tall

The turkey waits, in the laundry room sink

Good cheer rings out, as glasses clink.

All is set, the whole family is here

Mom takes it in, with a little tear

But the real presents aren’t wrapped, in silver or gold

They don’t come in boxes, they can’t be sold

For Christmas isn’t anything, without you and me

A tree without a family, is just a tree

Our time passes quickly, and we soon grow old

Don’t let your “I love you,” go untold

This holiday season, can be made right

Build precious memories, and hold them tight

Oh stockings, and sweaters, a warm fuzzy glove

For the best part of Christmas, are the people we love.

By Lorelie Rozzano

Truth is not always within reaching distance. Sometimes the road is long and crooked, filled with debris and pot holes, winding up towering mountains of pain and hurt. The climb is steep, but the view is worth it.

Lorelie Rozzano.

A family for some is a scary thing
Pain, hurt and sorrow is what it brings
A child alone looks from tear-filled eyes
At a mother who weeps, screams and sighs
Daddy is drunk and making a scene
Mommy is yelling wondering where he’s been
My sister is hiding underneath the bed
She’s worried about Mommy, that she will end up dead.
I stand by Mommy trying to calm Daddy down
I smile and make jokes, I’m such a clown
I check on my sister, my brother too
Looking after my family is what I do
I may be young, I’m just a child
But growing up in this house, is a little wild
Words are said, that I really shouldn't hear
When Daddy is angry, we all live in fear
My tummy feels funny, and I bite my nails
My sister hardly talks, and my brother just wails.
Maybe I should try harder, to be a better little kid
Would Daddy be happier, if I did?
I could joke, I could dance, I can get his beers
Mommy would feel better and dry her tears
When our Daddy is happy, so are we.
Then life is good, don`t you agree?

By Lorelie Rozzano.

www.jaggedlittleedges.com

5.0 out of 5 stars an excellent learning tool October 18, 2013
By sandra
Format:Kindle Edition|Amazon Verified Purchase
This book is a great read! After reading the book, I understand the title and how sometimes you need something to take the "edge" off. If you have ever been addicted to anything you can relate to how the need is so intense at times. I could really relate to the whole book, not just the character. I am now passing the book onto my 15 yr old daughter to read. I think this book is a great learning tool for young adults. The writer shows how very easy it is to cross that line into addiction, usually without even realizing, and how very bad things can spiral out of control. It can affect anyone regardless of age, wealth, race etc. A lot of people don't realize that prescription pills can also be just as addicting as street drugs, and probably easier to get sometimes.
I didn't realize myself until I lost a loved one to prescription drugs. Not one person saw it coming, maybe because it is a prescribed drug we thought it was safer somehow.
A part of me felt sorry for Lindsey, but another part of me just wanted to just shake her and say why are you doing this to yourself?! It shows how a lack of self worth in herself, as well as an unloving upbringing can lead to an escape in drugs. I am glad this book was written, as I believe it will be successful at detouring potential addicts, and also helping current addicts to seek help. Can't wait for the next one!

Recovery says……

Stop what you’re doing, you’ve got it wrong.
And the way you’ve been going, you don’t have long
The time has come, one day is here
To move away from the lifestyle, you’ve held so dear
As your cloak of denial slips further from you
Your eyes will open and see what’s true.
Hope awakens, in your beating heart
You acknowledge the problem, you own your part.
Step by step you – you move further away
From those dark and empty, hopeless days.
Something awakens deep within
You feel its movement with a grin
Colors are back, vibrant and true
They feed you in a way – you never before knew.
The people you love are no longer at war
You hurt them less, you love them more
You’re astonished and humbled and brought to your knees
By the cunning and power of your disease.
The chains of addiction drop away
Higher Power is sought and here to stay.
On our own, we don’t have a chance.
We’re simply a puppet to addictions sick dance.
But together we can and do recover, every day.
It takes many of us to make the disease go away.
Families are mended, trust is regained.
The circle is broken of never ever ending pain.
Our children can laugh and giggle too
Their days of hyper-vigilance are now few.
Time adds up and passes away
But something profound is here to stay
You’ll find a thirst for something new
Love fills the cup, of your old brew.
Free at last, or so they say…
Our gratitude keeps the demons at bay
Life is precious, you hold it dear
The song of a bird can bring a tear
Your wound has healed, it’s all filled in.
Content and peaceful, what a win.
And as you lay in bed at night
You pray for the guidance, to make wrongs right
When you look in the mirror you like what you see.
The best thing about life, is being me.
Integrity and morals become important to you.
But there is still more work to do.
For recovery is not ours, unless we give it away.
God willing I live to see another day
A purpose is found in years of past pain
And sharing it with others is our gain.
If you find yourself lost, WE are here.
Hope is very, very, near.
You can start by bending knee to the floor
Pray for help, then pray it some more.
It’s a relief – you’ll be so proud.
When you find the courage to live out loud.
Recovery says…..it’s your choice to make.
Two paths, one life, which will you take?

By Lorelie Rozzano.

I'm so happy Jagged Little Edges is going on sale for 99 cents. If I could, I'd make it free. A father read it and told me it changed his life. Not only did he realize he had a drinking problem, he also says he played a part in his daughter's addiction. Not by giving her drugs, but by being rigid, withholding emotional affection and never, ever, telling her, how special she is. Little girls need to know this and he gets it now. He says he reads a chapter every morning just so he doesn't go back to being the kind of man he was before.

If my experience can change somebody's life for the better, it's been so worth it. This is the message I'd like to leave us all with. When we face our pain, we find our purpose. Then we must pass it on.

August 30th 2013 only, Jagged Little Edges. 99 cents. Buy a copy for your neighbor. Let's change the face of addiction.

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My Review:
Wow, just wow! I am shocked at the emotion Lorelie Rozzanno has been able to invoke in me through this character. Addiction is something that I personally have never dealt with, to the fact that I have never even tried anything, even smoking and I don't drink at all. So I have always wondered how someone got to that point where they become addicted. This was just such an eyeopening read for me. I love the way that having no idea what comes with addiction, I could feel what Lyndsey felt and what she was going through. This is truly a wonderful story and I can not wait for the next one!

http://jaggedlittleedges.com/2013/07/...

Hey little girl, come on over here, I’ve got something you might need.

A pill to make you pretty, oh yes indeed!

I’m cunning, baffling, and powerful too.

I’m larger than life and bigger than you.

Nothing I say is ever true

For me, there isn’t anything, you won’t do.

At first, I’ll be your very best friend

I’ll love you to DEATH – till the very end

I’ll steal your thoughts, but you won’t know

It’s no longer you, who’ll be running the show

Your life will change, right away

You’ll wake up wanting me, every day.

People will tell you, to leave me alone

But you won’t listen, for you I own

No one else can interfere.

For if they do, they’ll pay dear

I won’t settle just for you, I want your entire family to

I want their finances and peace of mind

I want them hopeless, and broken, and no longer kind.

For its greed and hate, that make me tick

I’ll feed you blame and resentment, to make you sick

It’s really quite easy, you should see

I’m amazed they don’t ever, catch on to me.

They build shelters and safe injection sites

See me killing you, really is my right

There is nothing, they, won’t do for me

I’m a master manipulator, I’m God, and I’m the King

And when we meet, you’ll wear my ring.

People serve me in every way, allowing me freedom to have my say

Human kind is naive, and so eager to please

And this works so well… with my disease

I’m the plague, I’m death. I’m immoral and cruel

You’ll give me your life – Oh what a fool.

What starts out as fun quickly disappears.

I’ll age you faster than your years

Your skin will change, your organs too, I’ll take your teeth and brain cells too.

And when you make babies you recreate me, for I’m genetic, can’t you see?

But never mind. Just look away. You might even live to see another day.

You’re now a puppet, at my command. Our days are numbered, together we stand.

Don’t fret I won’t miss you, when you’re gone, for by then, I’ll have moved on.

They say I’m illegal, but that’s not true, for isn’t my biggest drug dealer you?

Pharmacies, Doctors, Safe Injection Sites, you guys are crazy! I’ve won the fight.

One in ten is infected by me. But I want you all and soon it may be.

Come here little boy, have a toke, you’ll find euphoria in my smoke.

By Lorelie Rozzano

Is there a way to update my book Jagged Little Edges? The first edition needed 'a little' work. The book has been re-edited and also includes the missing epilog of the first edition. How do I do this?

I seem to put things in the wrong places. For instance, I just came across this quote and loved it. Since I couldn't find the right button to leave my quote I thought I'd leave it here.

"When I stand before God at the end of my life,I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say,
“I used everything you gave me.” Erma Brombeck 1927-1996

Oh and one more thing. I did not mean to 'fan' myself! I'm not sure how it happened, or even how to un-fan.