This post is part of a series titled, “A-B-Cs – What It’s Really Like”. Each week a new letter and its word will be revealed. Each word’s explanation will illustrate significant personal meaning, application and ultimately demonstrate, What It’s Really Like… Back in 1998 MTV debuted the reality TV s... Read More »
15 Days. Fifteen days that felt like an eternity. Having a child in the NICU is a long, emotional roller coaster that nothing can prepare you for. Luckily, my story is a good one, and we now have a healthy 19 month old. However, I’ll never get back those minutes, those hours that I could not hold him, I could not kiss him. I wasn’t the first, second, or probably even the third person to hold my so... Read More »
Working in an acute psychiatric hospital for 14 years as a Registered Nurse, I could not believe what the human mind and body can endure. I heard horrible stories about parents selling their children for drugs and alcohol. Abuses of the mind and body from allegedly love ones. I remember a man that was in his 30’s who was fully functioning and then he snapped and became a “monkey”... Read More »
Growing up an only child in the 70’s was not very common. I was always accused of being spoiled and self centered. I spent a lot of time defending myself, explaining I did not get everything I wanted handed to me on a silver platter, and this was not my choice that I was an only child. Life was good for most part in our family, until the day my parents decided they no longer wanted to... Read More »
The last few weeks have been very difficult.. my mama’s boy, my baby dog, my shadow, my lil’ Butchie has crossed the Rainbow Bridge. The day before Easter of 2014 he had an episode, not quite a seizure but more serious than his typical dramatic exhausted collapse, you see Butchie was my drama queen/little clown. Of course, we were out of town on vacation and he seemed to bounce right... Read More »
My pimples are only skin deep. My skin won’t stop me because I’m a smart, beautiful, bride-to-be who is a partner in a company. …phew…that statement was harder to write than you would imagine. I think that I re-wrote it six times. Each time with the voice in my head saying, “people know you have bad skin, you’re pretty, but don’t be so bold as to ca... Read More »
I’m doing a challenge to blog every day in May. Today’s prompt is “The story of your life in 250 words or less.” I don’t know how to fit 33 years into 250 words, but here goes: I grew up a poor black child….. no wait, that was Steve Martin in The Jerk. Okay okay. I can try to be serious for like five minutes. I’ve never been good at talking about my life. Confusing, I know, because I blog, but I b... Read More »
I went to BlogU this weekend, one of my most favorite weekends of the year because I get to go hang out with other writers and bloggers who are off the chart weird like me. It’s pretty fucking awesome. During check-in, however, something embarrassing and downright hilarious happened that I’m going to try to tell you without crying laughing tears. I had just had lunch with several of the women chec... Read More »
I like to think of myself as a friendly person. I like the idea of knowing my neighbors. If I needed to borrow an egg or a half a cup of sugar. If I was in need of help I would like to think I could go to a neighbor in case of any minor or even a major emergency. I would be happy to do any of these things for my neighbors. Wouldn’t you? Well I live in a cul de sac full of people and only the... Read More »
