Hi, I’m sure most black girls and even some black boys have a similar hair story to this one from their childhood. If you’re anything like me, you probably even have more than one. My family moved around when I was a kid so, I grew up around kids with different nationalities from my own. As a tween, I started to realize that my hair was different from most of the other kid’s hair.
There is a lot going on in the world right now that we should ALL be angry about. I use this blog to spread positivity and encourage people but honestly, this past week I can’t!
It was around November 2019 and all was well. It’s funny with the current state of things, everything really was fine. My friend Jannette noticed that she had made her first artwork sale. She waited for the website to update that the purchase had gone through. Fast forward to Christmas morning. It was one of Janette’s friends that had bought her artwork. He texted her wondering, why his order was taking so long. Continue reading “Why is My Order Taking So Long?”
When there’s something you have to do but you just don’t want to do it, what do you do? I used to procrastinate my way through it but, then I realized that it’s much better to get it over with. Rip that bandaid off as quickly as possible instead of taking the approach I always take with bandaids. There are so many things that as adults we just do. We don’t like them so we get it over with and move on quickly. Continue reading “So, You Cancelled That Appointment. Now What?”
Fact: Dr. Seuss’s real name was Theodore Seuss Geisel? I posted that quote a while back and it still resonates with me because my mom loves to take photos. When people think of albums full of photos they have no idea what that really looks like. Continue reading “The Story Behind That Photo”
While doing the dishes this morning and gazing out the window I saw five people walking together. Four of them were wearing pink coats and black pants but there was a man in the group wearing a blue coat with black pants. The four women crossed the street leaving the man on the opposite side of the street. Was he bothering them in some way? I must have been wrong, there was no way he was part of the group! Continue reading “Meet Me Here”
@groot_molly asked the Twitter community, “Am I the only one who doesn’t do horror?” In answer to her question, I am not the greatest fan of horror movies or shows myself. But, there are a few I’ve been able to get through. Yet overall, I can tell you, it’s very rare that the words “I feel like watching a horror movie” come out of my mouth. Continue reading “Are You Into Horror?”
Thursday that just passed was October the 17th. For those who don’t know it was National Mulligan Day. Or, ”Do-Over Day” as some call it.
A few days came to mind that I would’ve liked to re-do. But, this one day in particular, kept running through my mind after I was reminded of Mulligan day.
I was once approached by a friend for a paint job referral. Mind you, the paint job she had was still fantastic. She had told me her cousin had done it by himself. The person I referred to do the job was our previous superintendent. He had done some work around our place for purely aesthetic reasons. Everything looked great! We were pleased with the amount of time the jobs took, the cost and with the outcome.
Naturally, we referred him. Continue reading “Signs You Might Have Referred the Wrong Guy”
Casinos are fun. They are like bars but with minimal drinking, lights and a bit more gambling. I thought going there would be like it is in the movies. Bartenders offering drinks and peanuts, all kinds of snacks like Deviled eggs, ice-cream and cereal. The mob inviting people to count their cards. Continue reading “The Baby That Saved Me”
I grew up in an urban area. My mom still encouraged me to learn how to grow plants. I went outside daily, watering a grain of corn. It was fascinating watching it grow from a tiny little thing to just above my twiggy ankles and then to the height of my scrawny waist.
After all that watering, its stalk eventually sprung up and had nearly passed the top of my head. There were even two ears of corn growing now. I ran and asked mom if it was ready to be picked and she told me it probably wasn’t ready yet. I imagined the silk beyond the husk slowly yet very purposefully assembling each and every grain of corn. Finally, as summer was nearing its end, I was told that I could soon pick my corn and it would be ready to eat.
Most years at the end of summer, our final family trip was to the amusement park. On the morning of the trip, I snuck out and watered my corn. I was full blown obsessing over it but, I also didn’t want to hear that it wasn’t ready to eat yet. Against the wall, behind my corn was a twin-size bed board. I paused to wonder when it had been placed there. Oh well, I ran to the front yard and got in the car with my siblings. Dad drove us all to the amusement park.
After going on a few rides the sky went dark, then it rained, and got really windy. We were told by the park “authorities” that a storm would be passing through some nearby towns. We continued with our fun regardless, especially since we knew the storm wasn’t going to touch us at the theme park.
Then we left a little early to stop at Michael Jackson’s house. Call me a liar all you want! We were specifically told that after the theme park we were going to meet Michael Jackson. So, the obvious never even occurred to me.
When we got to Michael Jackson’s house, our parents stood tall behind us all. My older brother and sisters were such skeptics but, I saw them glimpse as the door opened slowly. Hi, how are you? Come in! The amount of disinterest and disappointment that rushed through me was palpable. My siblings pretended that they didn’t share my feelings but I knew they did. He was so far from being Michael Jackson that I’m positive he saw the disappointment on every child’s face. Before you start feeling sorry for him consider this; I’m sure he was used to it with a name like that! And, he most likely had used his name to his advantage more than once in his life. The visit went on and on as they always do as a child. Eventually, we all went home.
As soon as we got home from the house of disappointment, I rushed to the backyard to check on my corn. Only I didn’t see it. There was nothing there. Absolutely nothing. I turned around thinking I missed something but still there was nothing. Until I remembered that stupid bed board! I immediately heard echoes of the park authorities saying, “storms in some nearby towns.” I hadn’t even thought that they meant in our own backyard! The board had been swept sideways by the wind. It had officially squeezed every bit of lively hood out of my corn. All that was left were the tassels of stringy golden silk just beyond the edge of the bed board. They were squished into the mud. My shoes slipped and I fell into the mud as tears streamed down my face. I used all of my strength and tried to pry the board off my corn. My corn had been nurtured from seedling to squashed! But I wasn’t about to give up. I ran inside and yelled for help. Mom came outside explaining how sorry she was. She also explained that there was no way of knowing that a storm like that blah blah blah! I couldn’t really hear over my tears as sobbing. She then explained something else inaudible about it not being garbage day yet and that there wasn’t anywhere else to put it. Whatever she said it didn’t console me at all. Still, every time I see corn growing in a field it brings me back to that dark, rainy, windy afternoon.
Love corn will never grow it!
But, I will always have the story of when I met Michael Jackson.
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