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Fight Alone...

They’re all going to frown at you… they’re all going to frown at you… Brows furrowed and arms crossed. Fuming at you for wrongs not personally done to them But it’s their job. I’m standing very alone in a situation that calls for backup. But I don’t have much...
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Okay, Enough Already

Okay, Enough Already...

I’ve been keeping so much bottled in because I can’t stand the thought of it “getting out”… But you know what – I started this blogging experience way long ago when it was called journaling and i had a paper and pen (found ALL my journals in the excavation of my parent’s...
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Too Hot for FB

Too Hot for FB...

Hi, FB Fam…. we need to talk. Without getting too technical… we need some space… But here’s the technical of it, because I know you just said “Why???” I’ve been journaling since I was about 10 years old. Writing poems. Putting down my personal thoughts. Writing...
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“Emergency” Surgery

“Emergency” Surgery...

So… I finally went to see the fertility Doctor this past Monday. Admittedly, I’ve been avoiding going back for a second. I got used to the look of my arms sans needle pricks in them and I was enjoying not being drained of blood at any turn. But the babies must be made… so he reported...
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A Little Tired of Being Strong...

Look. I know that I’m supposed to be made of stronger stuff… And that I can weather situations better than most. I can even find a perfect silver lining in the worst situations so that I can give myself the inspiration to keep on trucking. Today? Not so much. I talked to a few people (who...
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Reconstruction – Week 1...

What a week. I don’t even know how to articulate everything that’s happened. I’m not quite sure I remember it all. But I’ll try. Sunday – Angels of mercy in the form of my friends came by to fete me before I had to fast. Li’l Vic came through with food and hair...
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Welcome back, Love...

Time will bring the real end of our trial The day there’ll be no remnants No trace no residual of feelings within ya The day you won’t remember me Your face will be the reason I smile But I will not see what I can not have forever I’ll always love ya I hope u feel the same Woh oooh...
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Temporary Christianity...

I’ve been writing THIS blog in my head since I moved to Brooklyn – but tonight? I gotta put it to paper. When I was a kid, the Christian (Roman Catholic) church I attended was in a residential area… as most are. It had a big church, chapel and 2 school buildings that occupied a city...
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What’s the Plan...

People…. I tell ya… When my hair was relaxed and straight (which was for about 24 years of my life), I would wash it once a week, style it in some way that might last for about that long (so mostly a wrap resulting in a bob) that I’d unravel in the morning and put a dollop of moisturizer...
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I Want My Mommy...

One thing people never tell you as you age and mature – along with the wealth of wisdom they’re usually willing to impart with you is that reaction, that basic instinctual response to distress or hurt NEVER. EVER. LEAVES YOU. Almost 34 years old, I experienced a level of emotional pain that...

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