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Selfie of KC Hampton
Baby Buca
KC Hampton and Family in Hawaii
Young KC Hampton with her Gramma
Selfie of KC Hampton and Buca (Her Dog)
KC Hampton with Nora (Goddaughter) at Disney Springs

KC Hampton

Thank you for taking the time to visit my blog and joining me on this poetry journey! My name is Kandyce, but I’m only called that by my family members when I’m up to no good (which is most of the time). However, KC is more suitable for my bubbly, passionate personality. 

I’m a dog mom to a Coton de Tulear, a 3-year-old "puppy." His name is Buca di Beppo, (yes, he’s named after the restaurant, it started as a joke then I fell in love with the name, so there you go). He keeps me on my toes, and I’m blessed to wake up to find his little wet nose pressed against mine.

I'm also a first-time Aunt / Godmother to a beautiful baby girl, Nora, who will be one year old next month! (I'm not crying, you're crying... Shut up and hand me a tissue)


Like most writers, I love to pass my time by reading a good book with a hot cup of tea to warm my soul and take me to a different world. Besides writing and reading constantly throughout the day, I’m a huge Disney & Harry Potter nerd. I enjoy traveling, watching movies and TV shows of all kinds, and you can always find me listening to music, no matter the time of day. 


Family means the world to me; without them, I wouldn’t be able to do the things that allow me to follow my dream. 

My Gramma passed away a little over 6 years ago now. I don’t usually bring this up. However, this loss opened up a portal for me. I lost a piece of myself when she passed, but as that part died, a new part of myself was born.


Once I discovered this piece of me, I could be vulnerable and honest, not only with myself but with anyone and everyone. 


I created this place as an “emotion vomit,” if you will. As humans, we don’t always know how to express ourselves or how to talk about those deep dark feelings. Instead, we bundle them all inside ourselves, like an overflowing drawer, still trying to shove socks in until the drawer bursts. Let this place be your extra “drawer” so you can drop off all those gnawing feelings and feel a little lighter as your day goes by.


Now, go explore my poems and stories, and don’t be scared to leave one of yours behind. This place is yours just as much as it’s mine. So, take my hand, and let’s explore this journey together.

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