"There is no point in singing the 'shoulda, coulda, woulda' song at this stage in my life. I made my bed five years ago. I've been lying in it ever since. Is there any point in looking back over the choices I made? Who wants to reflect on their life and realize the one thing … Continue reading Awaiting Boaz – A Sneak Peek
Always trust your intuition. That was the lesson Erica learned. She knew from the first moment she laid her eyes on Frank and felt the pit of her stomach plummet that something was wrong. She always knew something was not quite right. Her mouth suddenly dry, Erica set her morning paper down on the kitchen … Continue reading Not Quite Right
For any other 12-year-old, summer vacation is supposed to be a time of fun and the occasional mischievous deed. Those are the months the youth look forward to all year long as they drag themselves to and from school. Never mind the sweltering Virginia heat. The sun's rays bouncing off the cracked pavement surrounding Marquis … Continue reading Hair
Why do we love our mom? Because she put up with us, that's why. You had moi, the eldest, who was basically the Vanessa Huxtable of the group because while I didn't mess up often, when I did I messed up BIG. Case in point, I only ditched school once in her care. I still … Continue reading To Mom, From Her Offspring
Sigh…you gotta love great storytelling.
I love being able to express myself in writing.
It feels more accurate somehow than speaking words. Talking for me can sometimes feel like playing tennis with a colander; I mean, it’s possible, I can do it, but it’s not ideal. The ball goes over the net, but just about. It goes where I want it to go… more or less. I can’t be sure it’ll hit it’s mark, but I can hope. Later, I’ll go home and think about how I could have done it some other, better way.
Writing is different.
Writing is a tennis racket. When I’m writing, I have the time to think about what I’m trying to say, and then mentally flip through millions of words looking for the one that slots into my sentence like that Tetris block you’ve been waiting five minutes for; the one that gives you a combo and wipes the…
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If a writer ever says they were never told "no," they're either lying or they're a damn unicorn because writers that always hear "yes" don't exist. If you want to put your words out to the masses, be prepared for a lot of rejection. It's the one experience every writer encounters at some point, once … Continue reading When A Writer is Told “No”
If no one ever told you how important it is to maintain your relationships, then I'll take this opportunity to do it. Maintain your damn relationships. Think about it like this: If you ever owned a vehicle, you know the importance of upkeep. You have to get oil changes, new tires, keep it gassed, buy … Continue reading The Importance of Maintaining Your Relationships
Something else has been nagging me for pretty much all of 2016. No matter how much I ignored it or tried to say it was something else, in the recesses of my overworked mind, I knew exactly what my problem was. For the first time in a long time, though, I didn't know how to … Continue reading Struggling with the Big D: Depression
I'm going to go ahead and get the obvious out of the way: My opinions about single mothers and Father's Day are exactly that. Opinions. Take what I say with a grain of salt if you must, but I assure you I am not alone in this. So, let's jump right into it, shall we? … Continue reading Dear Single Mothers: Father’s Day isn’t for You
Let's get one thing out of the way: Don't call me a homegirl. I can be your friend. Your bestie. Your woman. I'll even accept casual acquaintance. But if we're cool, and you're a guy, you are not to call me your homegirl. That's an irritating slap in the face. I can already sense some … Continue reading The Plight of the “Homegirl”