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At any moment, Kindle Direct will release my latest poetry collection,

“Broken Beautiful”

“A poetic reflection of 2020”

Thank you everyone who has encouraged me to keep writing and share my work! I hope you all enjoy! Will share the link soon for purchase information.

Stay tuned!!

Pamela Jean Graham- 1951-2010

Happy Mother’s Day everyone. This is my tribute to my mom-

Mother taught me by frs

Mother taught me

Mother taught me to respect everyone
No matter the hate they spewed across the universe No matter the differences in opinion they may have had
No matter if they showed me disrespect or torment
Mother taught me

Mother taught me to smile
Even though I was dying inside
Even though I was severely depressed
Even though I was haunted by constant memories of heartache, abuse, and pain
Mother taught me

Mother taught me to rise above the nonsense and ignore others’ opinions of me
Even though the words cut deeper than the physical attacks that left cuts and bruises
Even though they beat me down like a stray dog that was stealing food from a child
Even though they bullied me to the point of exhaustion, to the point of death
Mother taught me

Mother taught me about inner beauty and identity Even though my family deemed me a black sheep and pushed me aside
Even though I feared looking in the mirror every day to see a hideous creature staring back at me
Even though I am reminded by my past every time I see the scars on my face
Mother taught me

Mother taught me how to be a human being, rather than a societal example of manhood
Even though I was taunted by others who deemed me too feminine
Even when I tried to change and become a socially masculine stud
Even when I knew I was living a lie that destroyed me inside
Mother taught me

Mother taught me to stand up for what I believe in and to always do the right thing
Even when the corrupt preach superiority and Darwinist dogma
Even when our political leaders fail the people whom they are elected to serve
Even when it is not popular to advocate for the vulnerable, needy, and disenfranchised
Mother taught me

My mother taught me it was ok not to be perfect My mother taught me by example
My mother taught me forgiveness
Mother taught me

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Points of Light

By Forrest Robert Stepnowski (From soon to be released “Broken Beautiful”)

How much more are we willing to tolerate?

How many more heartbreaks must our tribe endure?

We fear

We isolate

We’ve become reclusive

Self-care becomes, a mystery 


Almost a pipedream

We are glued to the news and social media

Witnessing crimes against humanity

Witnessing deaths from the virus, suicide, and violence

Violence on people who look different from the heteronormative Anglo-Saxon “beauty”

When does the chaos end?

When will the reality check finally sink in?

When will the political system stop apologizing without action?

Today, George can find peace

His truth has prevailed, and his family can find comfort

Today, justice has been served after many decades of cover ups and “justifications”

The system has started to correct itself

But this is not enough

Where are our points of light?

Where are those individuals who brought us joy, encouragement, and inspiration?

You knew them well…

Points of light are the prismatic stained-glass windows of our soul

They gleam positivity, hope, and unconditional love

They radiate a rainbow that touches our souls, hearts, and minds

In our isolation, we have lost our light

When will our society begin to heal and find comfort in one another?

No matter what differences we are perceived to have

No matter our culture

No matter our skin color or shape of our eyes

No matter our differences

We all bleed red

We need to abolish the chaos of hate and indifference

We need to inhale commonsense deeply and exhale the toxicities our forebears “taught us”

Our history is not our broken crutch or “story of victory”

Our history is our journal, so that we may learn from our mistakes

Gain wisdom

And move forward into a journey of discovery and progress

Our history is a tool to do better and not our “how to live life for dummies”, or a roadmap

Roadmap to travel down the same yellow brick road, just because Aunty Dorothy did

She would expect more from us

She would expect us to ride the rainbow away from the dark

She would expect us to continue the stories and help others grow, in solidarity

To tell stories that share both good and bad

To reach the human heart in order to achieve greatness and innovation

Honest dialog, not whitewashed…

It is not our history that holds us back

But our belief that its education is our pathway to our future

We the people…

We the people were born from immigrants, with different skin colors, religions, and experiences

We the people were misogynists, slaves, slave owners, masterminds of genocide, or interned captives

We the people must learn that our past is NOT our future

The past are the bricks that our forebears laid on our cobblestone roadway

The roadway we continue to march on in protest, in celebration, and in unity

In search of our points of light, once again

To heal

To grow

To love

Thank you for stopping by! Please stay tuned for the upcoming release of my new poetry collection “Broken Beautiful”. “Broken Beautiful” is a poetic reflection of our lives over the past year. The collection is filled with positive affirmations, perceptions on the state of our society, and reflections on our well-being related to living through COVID-19.

My site “Forrest takes a journey” is a safe place for all to explore their feelings about recent events, self care/positive affirmations, and other controversial topics. Please feel free to comment below, but please remain respectful and accepting of others who may have differing views.

Stay tuned for the next #Vlogcast “Forrest takes a journey” Episode 2 ‘Say Their Names” on Saturday April 24, 2021 on both YouTube and IGTV. Look forward in talking with you all!

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As some of you know, I have on a journey to become healthier and more fit after a long year of making poor eating choices. In reality, it’s been a lifetime of making poor choices, just saying.

Today, #Noom had me do an assignment related to “writing my story”. One would think this would be right up my alley, however, I found it more difficult than one would expect. I had to publicly become vulnerable, which I think is hard for many of us.

Noom had the story assignment broken up in three parts- below is what I wrote today, and I hope my truth resonates with all of you as you read it.

“While dealing with the rapture of Covid at my facility I work at, I made food choices that were convenient instead of healthy and became significantly obese. I became ashamed at myself and couldn’t even look in the mirror.

My long distance partner lives three hours away, my coworkers and care team I manage, and my housemates friends have all become supportive of my decision to become healthy. They are positive cheerleaders right now. I am my own worse critic however. I have allowed my own thoughts get the better of me and fooled myself into thinking what I believe others thinks of me. Unfortunately, I did received some criticism about my journey to promote healthy living and help inspire others. They said, “you are a joke”, or “you are not accomplish your goals”. I had to return back to a quote I used to live by, “other’s people perception of me is none of my business”. This quote comes from Author and motivator, Lisa Nichols.

It’s not the fear of failing that hinders me, it’s the fear of success. I find myself trapped in a world that comes from the negative voices from my past. The ones that said, “you can never make a difference”, “you will never become a writer”, or “you will never become an innovator and motivator”. I believed these voices for a very long time. Even though I have two poetry anthologies published, even though I run a healthcare program that many said could not be achieved that specializes in long term care behavioral memory care, and even though I have survived so many things in my life, I still await the past to drop a hammer on all that I have achieved. Even though I am now 248lbs from 307lbs, I still have the fear of “what will happen when I get to my goal weight and fitness goals? In reality, I have a great support system. In reality, I have forgiven the people from my past who abused or verbally scarred me. This is about the scares themselves and not the control others had on me at one time. It’s about not being afraid to publicly and privately celebrate the accomplishments and embracing my strength that has always been there to not fear, but embrace the positives.”

Reflection: Some people may wonder why there is not a conclusion to this message. That’s because my story is still moving forward. My story does not end just because one chapter has ended as another begins. For you see, life is a revolving door and although there are some who try to close the door on you, keep walking through that doorway . My journey to health and well-being does not end with me reaching my goals. It ends with all of us by continuing the the stories we jointly hold in our hearts, minds, and souls.

#noom #gratitide #healthandwellness

Thank you for coming by today! Will see you soon!

Hey everyone,

As some of you know, I have been on a journey to become a healthier person. This is more than becoming physically fit, but mentally fit as well. I have survived much in my life, but this does not mean I am not broken sometimes.

I have fought depression and PTSD most of my life. Some of my junior and high school friends can vouch for some of this as some of them saw me at the worst time of my life. I have even entered in toxic relationships because I was fearing loneliness and silence. Silence sometimes is the best medicine.

At 46 years old, this is probably the first time I have truly focused on my own well being. I take medications, and have been to the therapy a few times over the years, but now I am practicing what I have preached for a long time. Self care…

This is me telling my story not for pity, but to spark inspiration and to show others they are not alone. To inspire others to treat themselves with kindness and self respect. I do this through my poetry, blog posts, and coming soon, my vlog YouTube posts.

My hope is that I am laying groundwork for my friends, family, and loved ones that are struggling now with either mental illness or physical illness, so that they will do what they need to do to take care of themselves. For those who do not know how to start, there are resources for you. I am always a call or message away.

#workinprogress #selfcarematters #mentalhealthmatters #physicalhealthmatters #bekindtoyourself

Thanks for stopping by!

Hello everyone,

I hope you are remaining safe and healthy. This past year brought many ups and downs for all us. Many of my friends and colleagues have struggled with loneliness, depression, and anxiety for many different reasons. For me, I began a new journey on February 1 and have started the Arbonne 30-day health challenge. I have also joined NOOM to assist my journey this past week. I have even cut out dairy and gluten, which has surprisingly increased my energy levels, and my own battle with depression.

At the end of January, I weighed the heaviest I have ever weighed in my life, peaking over 300#. Last week, I reweighed myself and was happy thus far with the result, weighing in at 292#. I am still a work in progress and have a long way to go. My health, wellness, and mental state are my priority, and for the first time I do not feel selfish about it.

I have been writing a journal about my path, and plan on sharing the excerpts as time progresses. I know I am not the only only one going through this struggle, but my hope is to inspire others to take the challenge and focus on their own well being.

On another note, I have almost completed the first draft of my new poetry collection, “Broken Beautiful.” For those who have been asking when it will be completed, it should be out sometime this spring. I will keep you posted. #shamelessplug

I hope everyone has a blessed day. Be kind to others, but above all else be kind to yourself. There is only one of you and I can guarantee there is someone or someones in your life who look to you for positivity, love, and support.

Love you all.


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New poet works- hope you enjoy. It’s a little bit of inspiration for all of us.

Year of the Fire
By Forrest Robert Stepnowski

I sit here wondering my self worth, gifts, and strength
Fighting demons that once tried to tear me down
Fighting my past failures
Fighting my present doubts and mental fatigue
So I may rise up in my future
Am I beautiful?
Am I sexy?
Am I intelligent and compassionate?
Am I a voice of reason, hope, logic, and power?
I am the reimagined flame that fuels change and opportunity
I am all the colors of the rainbow, vibrant and filled with the auras of confidence and competence
I am the written word that inspires many to greatness
I am the Phoenix who has risen from ashes and dust, over and over again
I am the guardian of the silent and vulnerable
I am the year of the fire
The fire that burns away sadness, darkness, and negativity
The fire that destroys and defies the bullying voices of time wishes it could forget
The fire that ignites within my body, mind and soul
Yes Queen!
I am THAT fire

#newbeginnings #poetrycommunity #inspiration #hopeforthefuture #strength #writingcommunity #HappyNewYear2021

Welcome to Coffee Chat with Forrest, as we talk to two wonderful authors from Fresh Ink Group, Marcha Fox and Pete Risingsun!

Take it away Marcha and Pete!

The Perfect Novel to Celebrate Native American Heritage Month!

“The Curse of Dead Horse Canyon: Cheyenne Spirits”

by Marcha Fox and Pete Risingsun

“An exceptional novel complete with conspiracy, intrigue, and murder that will enthrall everyone who has an affinity for suspenseful thrillers with just a smidgen of the paranormal.” –Readers’ Favorite 5-Star Review


Charlie Littlewolf knows there’s something suspicious about the accident that killed his best friend. Determined to solve the mystery, he must return to a way of life he’s shunned for decades. Will the Cheyenne grandfather spirits respond before a black ops team kills him, too?



In this scene Charlie conducts a sweat. Rocks the size of cantaloupes are heated for an hour and a half in a raging fire until they’re red-hot, then transported into the lodge and sprinkled with warm water to create steam. The ceremony’s purpose varies, but is always of a spiritual nature intended to cleanse both body and soul. Normally there are others to assist, but in this case he’s alone and must do everything himself.


Charlie stripped down, then wound the deerskin around him twice, covering him from waist to knees. He tied it in place, hung the eagle bone whistle around his neck by its sinew cord, then gathered up the badger hide and pipe bag from the kitchen table.

When he got to the sweat lodge he hesitated. A sweat represented returning to the womb, further emphasized by the shape of the lodge itself. In most cases sweats were community events when the tribe banded together to support one of its members in achieving a specific purpose.

As when he built it, once again he longed for home, surrounded by his Cheyenne brothers and sisters. He promised himself that as soon as whatever he was there to accomplish was complete, that he would return to the reservation.

He spread the badger hide on the roof over the door with the tobacco and pipe on top, bowl facing east. After securing the door open, he picked up the bucket by its wooden handle and set it inside, then went out again to start fetching the rocks.

Heat blasted his face as he carefully pushed aside the smoldering logs with the choke cherry branch. Rocks glowed among the embers like miniature suns. Sparks flew as he edged the branch’s fork under the initial stone, careful not to disturb the stack.

He lifted it slowly, flashbacks crackling as the fire. He turned and lowered it carefully to the ground where he rolled it in the dirt.

The first time he was fire keeper he’d forgotten, resulting in a cloud of ashes and debris riding the steam and irritating everyone’s eyes, himself included.

He never forgot again.

Or the soul-scorching look his mistake earned from Eaglefeathers.

When all the residue was removed, he took it inside and set it down on the east side of the pit. He repeated the process, moving clockwise until a red-hot stone resided in each of the cardinal directions, plus one in the center. By the time he knelt down, eyes closed, sweat already dribbled from his temples.

The rigors and memory-fraught emotional toll of setting everything up alone produced a dissonant hum that disturbed both mind and body. He breathed deeply, waiting, until stress yielded to the peace radiating from his grandfather’s stones.

He broke off a piece of sweet grass braid. Raised it high above his head in each of the cardinal directions. Lowered it in four steps, then placed it on the center stone. Blessed the others in similar fashion.

He smudged his body with the gathering smoke, directed it over the bucket, then throughout the lodge. Next, the eagle bone whistle and buffalo rattle each made four passes through the vapors. After a prayer of thanks to Maheo for the ways of his grandfather, he retrieved six more stones from the fire.

At last he closed the door and took his place to the left, sitting cross-legged on the man sage. 

Where Eaglefeathers always sat.

A sultry red glow lit the lodge interior. 

He closed his eyes to declare the sweat’s original purpose: To understand how he should avenge Bryan’s death.

The words refused to come.

Other thoughts flowed, their source outside himself.

All things, even tragedies, have a purpose. Maheo is the Creator, you are the created. His ways are not your ways. Maheo is truth. Walk with a prayer for patience, guidance, protection and wisdom. Your grandfather is a very strong medicine man with powerful prayers. Netsevoto, who you know as Eaglefeathers, was chosen by his grandfather as he has chosen you to have his medicine.

The words struck Charlie’s heart with the harsh sting of truth. No matter how much he tried to deny it, deep inside he always knew.

For the first time he not only understood, but felt how much his arrogance devastated the old man.

Did he die of a broken heart?

How much longer would he have lived if he’d been willing to listen?

To learn? Been more humble? Accepted the honor of being chosen?

Instead, he’d seen it as no more than a lot of trouble and bother, an intrusion on his life for something he wasn’t sure he believed in. Forced and trapped, his response was that of a cornered badger. 

His heart ached as it split open and words flowed in Cheyenne. 

“Maheo, I have forgotten who I am. I pray for your guidance to honor my grandfather’s spirit medicine. My heart is ready. Teach me. I stand before you, pleading for strength and courage to make it right with you.

“I present to you the purpose of this sweat: It is to purge my past and help me live as an honorable Tseteshestahese man, as my grandfather did.”

He dipped the buffalo horn cap in the bucket, then closed his eyes and prayed as he dribbled its contents over the rocks. Vapors issued forth, felt rather than seen, the pre-heated water producing softer steam that didn’t burn like the explosive effects of cold.

He lifted the eagle bone whistle to his lips and blew, inviting the grandfather spirits to join him, then picked up the rattle and sang the Grandfather Song in welcome. Four songs accompanied each round, chosen by the lodge keeper. The words sent moisture from the corners of his eyes, down his cheeks, and onto his chest.

After a time he exchanged the rattle for the man sage switch to coax the toxins from his mind and body, alternating between the two. He sang the Badger Song. Wolf Song. And Buffalo Song.

The rocks grew dark.

He got up to retrieve the next eleven, one by one. He banked the fire, got a drink, then went back inside and blessed the stones with sweet grass.

It took a few moments to get settled again. As the heavy cloak of seething humidity folded around him, he remembered savoring those breaks of fresh air and a drink when he was door keeper. This time he would have preferred his prayers to be uninterrupted.

Again he blew the whistle, repeated his purpose, then shook the rattle and began to sing.


Marcha Fox

Marcha Fox earned a bachelor’s degree in physics from Utah State University in 1987, which facilitated a 20+ year career at NASA’s Johnson Space Center in Houston, Texas. Her interests expand far beyond the world of aerospace and hard science, however. The esoteric realm of metaphysics and all things weird and wonderful hold her interest as well.  

When her attempt to debunk astrology backfired, she pursued knowledge in that field. She graduated from the International Academy of Astrology’s professional development program in 2012 and is the sole proprietor of Much of the popular website’s content can be found in “Whobeda’s Guide to Basic Astrology.” 

Her previous fiction work includes her epic Star Trails Tetralogy series, which has been highly acclaimed for its family-oriented plot as well as its palatable and STEM-friendly science content described in detail on

Born in Peekskill, New York, she has lived in California, Utah, and Texas in the course of raising her family of six children, now grown. Besides writing, she pampers her two cats, maintains an active astrology practice of international clients, and tries to keep up with her home, yard, friends, and family.

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Pete Risingsun

Pete Risingsun is an enrolled member of the Northern Cheyenne Tribe who has served as a spirit helper to medicine men in ceremonial sweat lodges. He’s a proud fifth generation descendant of Chief Iron Shirt, who was a lodge keeper and powerful medicine man. 

Born in 1950, he was raised on a small ranch east of Busby, Montana. He attended Montana State University, then worked for Exxon in Billings, Montana for a year before returning home to the reservation as adult education director for the Northern Cheyenne tribe where he also raised black angus cattle and bred championship Quarter horses. He has served as a Tribal Council member and was the first Northern Cheyenne elected to serve as a Rosebud County Commissioner.He’s the proud father of one daughter and grandfather to two. Pete is currently retired, but in addition to co-writing The Curse of Dead Horse Canyon: Cheyenne Spirits” he makes and sells sweet grass braids, a sacred plant used in various ceremonies.

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