RICHIE I hadn't heard from Isabel all week. Not since the one time she called and hung up the evening I confronted Chloe about messing up my car. I didn't know how to feel about that. Part of me was happy my friend was spending time with her man. I knew Isabel's limited communication with … Continue reading Sample Sunday — What A Person Wants
My deepest apologies to my followers, old and new. I haven't been writing much up here, thanks to my ever demanding job on the bottom rung on the retail corporate ladder. The fact that it's the holiday season doesn't help much. No. It definitely doesn't help. But that's why I decided to take a few minutes … Continue reading ‘Tis the Season… For Whaaa?
Life is funny. As soon as you set your mind out to do something you really want to do, something wholly unpredictable presents itself. In my case this was a new home in a new state, a new full-time job, and a suddenly overflowing school schedule. Oh, and a social life. That last one came … Continue reading Challenge to Myself
It's been a minute since I've had a chance to sit and write, but something has been nagging me for weeks, and of course, I have to speak on it. I have my good friend Charlie to thank for this one. The last time I spoke to Charlie we discussed relationships and marriage. The conversation … Continue reading Is It Sacred?
I consider myself a mutt. That is not the most politically correct of terms, but it gets my point across. I'm black and Puerto Rican, yet I do not look like either. I look like an “other.” Because of my long, blackish hair and sienna skin tone with slight olive hue, many people think I … Continue reading Poor Little “Black” Girl (Excerpt)
As tradition dictates,The mistress never wins.But what happens when the mistressIs already the wife?Confusion swirled in your lifeAnd now you've made your bedWith the one you should have left.Only to leave me,Your Honey,Hidden away as your other.Why couldn't you see meFor who I was?Why assume the ex was the one?Familiarity is strong, huh?You cling to … Continue reading To Adam From Eve
I don't know how much more I can take, I thought. I can't wait for this to be over. I leaned over my bedridden father as I buttoned his pajama top. My drab brown hair hung in his face, but I knew it didn't bother him. Ever since his stroke, he couldn't feel much of anything. … Continue reading Angel of Light
As the first woman Reached high for that forbidden treasure After temptation fell in place And her battle was lost, I reached for you. Bitten by the snake, I was Blinded by the lust to taste that fruit Only to find my eyes opened To the inevitability of my demise. Why? I knew better than … Continue reading Apple
"Responsibility doesn't always equate to maturity."--Kris M. Bell
“Mama, maybe this is a sign telling you to leave Petey alone,” I said as my mother slammed her cordless phone on its cradle for the millionth time since I arrived. Well, actually, it was the twelfth time in the last half hour. “Look, Izzy,” my mother said to me … Continue reading What A Person Wants (Extended Excerpt)