Lying and Tiger’s Affairs… o...

(corny, I know… I just HAD to) So… I’m kind of on the outskirts of all of this getting random reports every now and again about the latest. Here’s what I know in short: There was a *makes fingers do the quotations move* “Car Crash” involving Tiger Woods a week ago where he hit a tree head on, air bags didn’t deploy and there didn’t seem to be any damage to his door. In a valiant attempt to *quotes move, again* “save him”, his wife Elin busted both back windows *cue up Jazmine Sullivan quietly in the background*...

Thoughts, Memories, Flashbacks…...

Yesterday was a pretty busy day for my mind. It was occupied with though from the early reaches of the morning till the depths of the evening when I finally gave up and went to sleep. I woke up at 5 AM and jumped to work as there were some items that needed to be handled even though we had a 5 day weekend. Work never ends, so I can’t stop working sometimes. A conversation later on with a close friend revealed to me his proposed reasoning behind “romance”, “marriage” and “fidelity”. This one, my mind chewed on for a LONG time....

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 out the going ons of my life since then has always been a freeing experience. Literally. It frees up space in my head for new thoughts to form or for old torturous thoughts to be expelled. It got harder to journal growing older because having all the thoughts in one...

Throw some Ds On It...

Yesterday I went on an unplanned excursion (aren’t those the best) with my bff Max to a store called La Petite Coquette (the little flirt as per their direct translation). It’s a famous lingerie store in the village that Max wanted to visit to get some new underthings. The store is small and crowded with customers and clothing and frilly tables and lots of drapery. It was bustling (no pun intended) with clientele on account of their Black Friday sale. So we went in and were waited on by Rebecca herself – the owner of the store and the name on which...

“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 back that Earl’s stuff was fine, which made him feel like he had an “S” on his chest. Then they said they’d take a look at me – via sonogram. He laid me out on the table and this time let Earl have the birdseye view of what was going on. Usually...

Nightlife...

Today’s song was inspired by a hefty to-do list. Things have changed at the job piece and as a result, my workload has doubled (almost tripled… but still a little less than tripled). To say that a sistah hasn’t had a chance to BREATHE lately would be an understatement. I’m moving at a much quicker pace lately and it’s intensely important for me to keep on top of things… crossing t’s and dotting i’s. My latest dream was of me at work (those who know… already know how bad it is when I start to dream of my work place)....

Can’t Win for Losing...

Yet… another strange dream. Where I pick this dream up is that a bunch of people I know, mixed company from all the walks of my life, are getting together for some kind of a party…. game night… beer night… watch tv at a bar night – something non monumental and E and I have decided to go. So we’re getting ready to go and there’s all this debate between he and I about which car to take. I, unusually, am lobbying HARD to take both cars. And in my dream mind I’m positive this is the right thing to do because if I don’t, I’m...

Strange Dreams (again)...

Last nights dream was bizarre, but I’m beginning to think that’s the only kind of dreams alloted to me lately. I was visiting a friend (who by what she looks like in the dream… I’ve never seen or met this woman before in real life). And her house is far out in the suburbs of either Long Island or New Jersey. BIG, spacious beautiful house on expansive land. I dare say the house nearly qualifies as a mansion with it’s “east” and “west” wings and green house in the back where she seemed to like to spend so much time that...

1 Year...

Hi Li’l Mommy. I thought I’d write to you today since it’s been a year that you left. I don’t want to take up too much of your time because I know that the afterlife is great for you. I’m positive of this because of the amazing works you did while you were here. I have to KNOW that you’re enjoying your rewards more than ever. But you are deeply, terribly missed. … every time I write that I just stop. I don’t know what else to say. I’m confined by the strictures of language to express something that would only properly...

Got till it’s Gone…...

“Lemme just fuck with’it for a minute…” – Q-tip I’ve been reminiscing a lot with folks about the olden days. I know. I’m not THAT old that “olden days” should be so far behind. But it doesn’t take being 60 to look back at experiences just beyond your reach and wondering what might have been if you knew then what you know now. It just takes a multitude of experiences that yield results that you can look back at and say… “I would have handled this differently…” or … “If I knew...