When I first got my little Chloe she was only six weeks old and so scary. I didn’t have a crate for about the first week so I made her home in my bathroom. She would ball up between the sink and the toilet and almost run crawl behind it when I tried to pick her up. Read More
What do I call wanting support from someone based only on the fact that we have something in common? I don’t know. But I really wish we as women, and we as black women would stick together. We all know someone in someone else’s shoes. This is the story:
A service person came to my apartment to fix something. No big deal. Read More
Note to the lady who flipped me off…
Tell me this. Why are there so many angry drivers out there? Are you giving me the finger because you couldn’t give it to your boss earlier? Or is it your husband that you’re mad with? Whatever the reason- please understand this:
Your turn signal does not mean that I have to let you into my lane. Read More
The day after… The dust has settled. What are you doing to keep Dr. King’s Dream Alive? What are you doing to improve the forward movement of the Black race? Are we sitting back waiting for someone to fill the shoes of the late Mayard Jackson and Hosea Williams?
My recent conversations were centered on -what my King Day activities would include, because it was a day ON, not OFF. Read More
For as long as I can remember I’ve slept with my TV on. Occasionally music, but for the most part the television is what rocks me to sleep at night. I can remember back in elementary school I’d get in trouble for falling asleep with it on. My mother couldn’t understand why on earth, once I felt myself dozing off I wouldn’t just turn it off. Read More
Everyone always has a tale of the one that got away, and I am no different. He was an uptown boy, you know, had a certain Hov-ness (Jay-Z) about him, but he was living in the A. We met at a local gym which was one of the two jobs he was holding down.
I remember the day we met. Looking around at people working out forming opinions about this one, wishing you had what she had, and thanking God you didn’t have as much as another. He made me push harder when I saw him glancing at me, as I tried to pretend I wasn’t tired.
We caught each others eye’s a few times before my departure, and me being the shy girl that I am- I walked pass not looking back. Security at the gym (because it was night), would walk me to my car as usual and I couldn’t resist looking back to see if his eyes had moved onto the next pair of leggings. But they hadn’t. Read More
As we approach my favorite time of year, I have to admit I am getting pretty excited. It’s my favorite for a few reasons: 1.My birthday, which I am still celebrating. 2. I love fall and winter clothes and shoes for they allow me to hide my fat little belly, and 3. The simplicity of change, no matter how great or small it is.
I am excited for new shawls with sleeves, sweater dresses with pockets, leggings, boots and heels! YES. I wanted so desperately to share my future purchase with you, but I don’t want you to cop it before I do (Can’t blame me for being honest).
The seasons changing are sad for some because they will have to retire their favorite and over worn flip flops, while others will rejoice in the extra hour while we “fall backwards” this Sunday and early setting sun. Read More
thought thursday…
I’ve been known to be a shy person for quite some time now. But with the help of text messaging I am able to say exactly how I feel. Am I hiding behind my full qwerty keypad? You could say that.
I usually don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, get involved in a verbal confrontation nor do I want to belittle some of the ignorance that comes across my screen. Read More
The beginning (and a little background)…
Well I think it’s only right to start at the beginning, so you will know where I am coming from and I think it will be good for me to recap my life, consider my future even gain a little perspective. I lived in Decatur, GA for more than half my life. My middle- class and rather close family consisted of my mother and father and an older brother. I was and still am a bona fide Daddy’s girl, despite my father’s demise in 1995, a month after my high school graduation. I think that’s where my life sort of changed.
i’m just saying…
Decatur’s BBQ, Blues & Bluegrass Festival, originally uploaded by hudgons.
Losing weight is the second hardest struggle of my life. *Pause… let me get more comfortable* Is it realistic to expect a crack head to be in a room full of crack and not use? What about an alcoholic?
Do you take them to an open bar (if you care about them) and expect them not to drink? No, you don’t- especially the crackhead! (Maybe I should alter the term crackhead, not wanting to offend anyone- although if you use crack,??? Ummm go figure)
Why then, do people undermine or make light of the struggle of overeaters? This is the only addiction that I can think of that is Read More
wtf friday…
It’s taken me an entire week to find the words (alternatives to a string of curse words of course) to share my last Friday evening events. The day was going well, I spent time with great people, and all was right with the world.
When I was ready to leave my destination and head home it was raining. It was late (11:30pm) and only getting later, so I proceeded to leave, careful not to speed with the roads being wet (I wasn’t even going 60mph). I saw a vehicle rolling up on me, and I was thinking he was one of those people going to show me I was driving too slowly.
You know how some drivers are insane, and want to get right up on your back and then let up. Well I was in the far left lane and really had no where to go. I watched his headlights getting close then start to coast towards my right. Read More
te·na·cious tuesday…
Later on in my bookstore visit the other day, I sat down to skim a few books I didn’t want to purchase. But before that, I went to the checkout counter to ask where I would pick up a book that I reserved on line.
The cashier, a middle- aged woman, said in the back at Customer Service. Mind you, I’d just come from that desk when the employee ignored me( Face to face or over the phone). When I did get some help, the book was at the front of the store with the middle aged woman, that I’d clearly just asked 5 mins prior about.
I looked at her already not in the best mood Read More
messy monday…
While I was in search of a book at my local book store, I waited on the customer service desk rep to assist me with the online reservation I’d made earlier that day. I only wanted to pick the book up and maybe be directed to the section so I could browse like topics before I left.
The store clerk was assisting a customer over the phone. She placed the caller on hold saying “One moment, I’ll go and look.” (What in the world goes through my mind as I watch her walk away?)
I was slightly offended. Call me crazy but her at least acknowledging my presence with a “One moment ma’am” may have escaped her from being my messy Monday subject. But she didn’t. Not a word to me. Read More
wtf friday…
Mr. Football is an ex that keeps in touch for various reasons. One reason, he’s a decent guy at heart, good friend to his homies of course, and an excellent father. In our few and far between conversations, we discuss or text about if each others in a relationship, how families are doing, and whatever other news worthy information we decide to share.
Mr. Football is a person who taught me a lot about love, games, behavior and rules. He’s the person who will tell you that he loves you in one breathe, and tell you he has a baby on the way in the next.
In more recent text conversations, he expressed that he was pretty sure he’d never get married. To me this was a joke, Read More
