Blogging isn't for the faint of heart. It takes courage to put yourself out there, but Alyssa writes like it was the most natural thing in the world. LysTakesFlight is brutally honest and hits on subject matters that aren't easy to talk about or sexy. She doesn't sugarcoat her feelings and tells it the way it is. But through her writing, she's helped and supported many people dealing with mental illness.  Her writing is a gift.
Do you see a little Linda Ronstadt resemblance here?
Alyssa is courageous because she's learned self-acceptance. Learning to love and accept your body is probably one of the toughest things for women (of any age) to do. After years of battling weight, she's finally accepted her curvaceous body and the beautiful woman she is.

Five years ago Alyssa married her best friend Sean, a brilliant scientist who launched a biotech company.  



These two are BEST friends despite their differences.

  I couldn't be prouder of this gorgeous, brilliant, outspoken, creative, compassionate and very courageous woman.  I love her to the moon and back.

“Sour Cider Air”

Alyssa Kevlahan

feel autumn between our fingers
as it creeps uninvited
into my mittens,
and watch it swing on the crisp of the fire colored leaves;
we are the turbulence that pushes them from the trees
they drop, they drop,
an avalanche erupts
and
i’m
running
and i’m losing
and i
lost.

and we see it in the rotten apples
that
b l a n k e t
the ground;
sour cider air.

acorns shower,
martyrs from dark gray clouds.
they soar and they tumble
and they slam into my sneakers,
but they do not break or bleed.

it is the fall that promises a steady tree
but when you’re as frail
as the sprout that springs
i tell you, there are no
guarantees.

we push for a yearlong October,
but our attempts to delay the
snowflakes and the shovels are
hardly good enough.
still, you and i will dance on the dead, straw grass and
pretend
that we are still alive;

we have been part
of moments that are much more mature than we could ever
be
and it’s alright,
because we are pumpkin seeds.

let me
close my eyes and imagine an orange
haze that
resembles the nights that we swore we were
untouchable,
invincible,

when all we really were
was nothing but
the bitter autumn wind.