My soul cries out yearning for the better me, I know I’m capable of being what I was set on this earth to be. A successful intelligent being overcoming all my misfortunes, at times I feel trapped inside a fire that’s scorching. Faced with adversity my mission is triumph, resilence is an attribute my ancestorsContinue reading “Limitless Peaks”
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In The Presence Of An Angel
As a single mother I often felt guilty wondering if I was neglecting my children by working so much. Looking back, I some how managed to always have the weekends off and fortunate enough to keep a schedule during their school hours which meant having dinner together every evening as a family. Once my oldestContinue reading “In The Presence Of An Angel”
My Blogging Journey
I decided years ago to no longer allow myself to be overcome by fear. My eleven year old grandson has always encouraged me to not only embrace, but also utilize the world of technology which I’d intentionally made every effort to avoid (including cell phones). After seeing my progress since launching my blog on MarchContinue reading “My Blogging Journey”
Close to Loosing my Freedom
The year of 1996 I returned to California, excited for a fresh start. Almost immediately after moving into a beautiful new apartment in a quiet neighborhood, I began working. There were several relatives currently residing in the complex. One of which was my brother. Due to my qualifications, it wasn’t long before being offered anContinue reading “Close to Loosing my Freedom”
My Back Against the Wall
My first explicated lesson on faith came twenty-seven years ago from my then four year old daughter. Although I grew up attending various churches, the concept of spirituality was never explained in ways I was able to comprehend. It sounds silly now, but as a child I thought only blacks could be baptist and onlyContinue reading “My Back Against the Wall”
“The Crooked Room”
Being in a position of leadership for many companies where I was employed, led me to find this book very interesting. Although I was the “boss”, there seemed to always be some degree of uncomfortability and I didn’t understand why. Later, realizing I’d been fighting for an upright position in not only the work place,Continue reading ““The Crooked Room””
12 Hour Shift
She makes adjustments Those that occupy me May now stand at attention Playing peek-a-boo Often saluting on-lookers Can’t find a quality me at Wally World Nor the swap meets 12 hour shifts Don’t mind the job so much They depend on me for help Carrying what feels like tons Thank God for the cut backsContinue reading “12 Hour Shift”
Somewhere in the Middle (Part 2)
Years ago a college professor asked, “do other black women speak to you while walking on the street?” I’d never thought about it before; however, since then I’ve become aware that they actually don’t. Generally one can sense when a person is making eye contact. In my experience, regardless of wheather I’m smiling in anContinue reading “Somewhere in the Middle (Part 2)”
Somewhere in the Middle (Part 1)
As a black woman nearing the age of fifty, I’ve found myself often reflecting on my past and realizing that I’ve never quite fit in-anywhere. Although I was born in the south, I’ve lived in California since I was a year old. As a child I remember our first drive back to Arkansas for theContinue reading “Somewhere in the Middle (Part 1)”
5th Generation Girl
From my mother To my mother’s father From his mother and father and their parents, my Great-Greats Lydia and Derry During a time when couples stayed married To Big Mamma 4ft 2, 104lbs, still the strongest woman I’ve known Bore 12 to help work the fields From slavery to pickin’ cotton Boys plowin’ da fields,Continue reading “5th Generation Girl”
