Author's Blog

Do you know the percentage of people who make it to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary? If you are like me, you understand with all that our world is going through, the number may be low but I was shocked when I learned this week just how low that number is. Seven percent. SEVEN PERCENT! That is absolutely crazy to me.  Yesterday I had the honor nad privilege of taking photos for a couple who celebrated 50 years of marriage. I have known this couple for more than 20 years. In those 20 years, I've witnessed the ebb and flow of life take place within their family.  Life has not always been easy for them but one thing that kept them part of the anomaly of our world has been their faith, which is why I found myself thinking what a beautiful testament to have most of their family present for the private Mass and celebration.  As I drove home, after the celebration, I thought about that seven percent. I thought about all the people in my life. I've known many couples who ...

    Today was a wonderful day where Lagron Miller Co. in Peoria, IL sponsored a Book Signing Event for me.      My first book From Death to New Life: The Transformation of a Soul  is compilation of nearly 150 poems that I have written since I was in high school and is arranged in a way that tells my life's story without really telling the story. Lagron Miller will be carrying my book for $20.      Thank you to all those who came out for the event. It was a huge success. 

      It's time to pre-order A Caterpillar's Journey  for $16. You can do so by emailing kimberly.souba@gmail.com.      A Caterpillar's Journey  is the first children's book I've written and is about a caterpillar who wants to be a butterfly but listens to the all the outside voices about how she is not good enough until he begins to hear the Father's voice encouraging her to ignore all the negativity and to keep moving forward.      This is the first children's book in a series written by myself and illustrated by Alaina Selzler of Jamestown, ND. 

Have you ever thought to yourself, "I wonder what babies think when they look at you making goofy faces at them?" Or have you ever stopped to just observe the wonder of a child? Your mind can take you in oh so many places. Over the last several days I had the pleasure of spending time with my 10-month-old Goddaughter and her parents. There were lots of kisses, ahhing and ooo-ing, and making silly sounds and faces. But...there were also times that I found myself just looking at her thinking what it must be like to be 10-months old and literally not have a care in the world because she knew that her parents and Godmother would dote over every single thing she did whether it was crinkling her nose, babbling uncontrollably while kicking her legs in the swing, or crying because she was overtired and missed her momma who ran some errands. As a young child, I do not recall being doted over by anyone except my own Godparent, my uncle, on the rare occasions that I would see him. But a...

Spring is in full bloom with his very confused weather. One day it's 76 degrees outside. The next it is raining. The next it is 40 degrees. I often feel like my mood has been on a roller coaster like the weather. One day I am ecstatic because my students have done something amazing. The next day I'm emotional when I think about all that COVID has taken away from me, my friends, my family, and people in general. Then I am nervous with anticipation of a new book coming out. Spring is the epitome of transformation as flowers have been laying dormant all winter, dying to themselves, only to rise with beautiful blooms with the breath of new life. As the school year comes to an end this week, I feel the pains and joys of transformation in my own life as I step out in vulnerability. What is this vulnerability I speak of? It is putting myself out there and sharing my story like I've never done before and using a variety of mediums to do this. A couple of weeks ago, I gave an interv...

  April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month. Every April for the last 10 years, I have reflected on the gift I was given. Gift? you might ask. Yes, I consider my journey of childhood sexual assault a gift, though I didn't always thing it was a gift.  With the encouragement of some close friends, who have been parental figures to me, I walked into the Center for Prevention of Abuse in Peoria, IL about 10 years ago and into the office of one of the most amazing women I have ever known. Over the course of our sessions over weeks, months, and years, I was finally about to trust and open up. I trusted my counselor with intimate details of my life that my family and closest friends didn't even know. She made me feel safe. She asked the hard questions. She didn't let me get away with being silent...for too long anyhow. She knew when to push me and when to let me be. I was able to find someone who allowed me to truly be myself...angry, happy, tearful, frustrated,  excited and every...