My Hair Story

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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.

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So, You Cancelled That Appointment. Now What?

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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?”

Covid-19

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It started out as a normal Saturday morning. Trying to beat the rush I had left the house before 7am. I was greeted by what seemed to be the usual serene experience. A couple, possibly looking a little wide-eyed disinfecting their shopping cart. No one was really freaking out, or rushing. People were smiling, friendly and normal. After a bit, I realized that I was smiling at people and waiting for them to smile back. I was using my smile as a thermometer to gage if everything was ok. Any flicker of worry would surely seep through their eyes and I would be able to tell…yup this is it! PANIC NOW! Continue reading “Covid-19”

The Story Behind That Photo

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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”

When I Was Little…

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When I was little, I used to think that the tiny little lizards that sometimes scurried quickly around our home were crocodiles. Continue reading “When I Was Little…”

Meet Me Here

 

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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”

Moving Day Tips and Tricks!

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Warning: This blog may or may not be suitable for all people who follow advice word for word. Women, men, children, pets and all individuals that are sensitive to the needs of their neighbours please continue reading. Continue reading “Moving Day Tips and Tricks!”

National Mulligan Day

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National Mulligan Day

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.

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Contagious Laughter!

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There are certain people in my life that I know if something happens and they start laughing it’s impossible for me not to laugh. Even without knowing why they are laughing, I start to laugh. Their laughter is both contagious and infectious. Continue reading “Contagious Laughter!”

Time Travel

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I love music. Music makes time travel possible! My favorite radio stations are the ones that play songs from the 80’s. They take me back in time and sometimes it’s difficult to back to the present. The memories are just too funny or in some instances too painful! Continue reading “Time Travel”

No One Would Ever Know!

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Summer is officially over! The leaves are turning yellow but, I must say the weather has been pretty good so far. There was one thing missing from this past summer though. Ice cream trucks! Continue reading “No One Would Ever Know!”

When Did You Know You Weren’t a Kid Anymore?

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When Did You Know You Weren’t a Kid Anymore?

My last post was all about signs you are an adult. I’m going to point out that it’s a very faint line between being a child and being an adult. The reason I’m pointing this out is that sometimes it happens so suddenly you may not even realize. I remember the day that line wasn’t faint anymore.

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Tiredness: Expectation vs. Reality

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Have you ever been so tired? Like, not wanting to get out of bed tired? I hate telling Alexa to snooze because I feel like it’s a false sense of comfort. You lul yourself back to sleep only for the alarm to go off again, what’s the point? So, I pulled myself out of bed and it was as if it was zombie time. Once upon a time while tired I penciled in one eyebrow and then left the bathroom thinking I’d done both. One time I took the toothpaste downstairs  and placed it in the kitchen cupboard. But, out of all the strange things I’ve done while tired, there was this one thing that really took the cake! I did this last year and it took me this long to write about it. Here goes nothing Continue reading “Tiredness: Expectation vs. Reality”

3 Things I Learned About Disappointment

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I’m trying to write outside today. Not so sure how it’s going to work out but here goes…

My siblings and I were sometimes begrudgingly dragged to get-togethers when we were kids. We were usually steeped in our culture especially over the weekend. We greeted people, smiled politely, laughed, replied, and accepted some of the things that were happening around us. Parental questioning was usually allowed after the parties. There were many subtle nuances that I had to learn since I was the youngest in the family.

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Signs You Might Have Referred the Wrong Guy

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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.

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Meeting Michael Jackson

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I grew up in an urban area. My mom still encouraged me to learn how to grow plants. I went outside daily, watering my corn plant. 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.

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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.

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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 dragged on as usual. Eventually, we all went home.

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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 efficiently 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 I sobbed. 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. 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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