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I found my blog after 4 years

27 Apr



I have been writing and have grown exponentially. I was surfing the site medium.com and happened upon a site that offered an opportunity for writers to showcase their work and receive a small sum as a result. They had a brief questionnaire and one question asked you to post a link to works you have created. I was at a loss…I hadn’t logged into this account in years. I searched through old tweets to find this page. 13 hours later here is a post from my upcoming book “Everything Hurts”. Thanks for having me back.



If he made me breakfast when I arrived home before the sun parted the night.
I would kiss him gently before leading him back to bed.

If he held me tightly a hug that says “You are safe in my arms”. I would pull him closer deeper. My heart pounding against its soul mate. Each beat filling him with my love.

If he cast a smile my way, no matter what mood I’m in it would surely illuminate that day.
I would look into his eyes, where words failed to surmise. I would shower him with kisses.
Using my lips to translate a bond that simply won’t perish.

If he kissed my forehead, that kiss would crown me as his Queen. I would wear that crown all my days. Every day it belonged to me I would work reverently to bring grace and honor to our throne.

If he took my hand to walk through this haphazard life, I would hold his so tight.
That trust he has given, a treasure to me because:
Where your treasure is there will your heart also be.


My Two Loves

15 Apr

Days work is done. Kids have been bathed, dinner is done, baby is sleeping. I’m up as usual, thinking. Someone please tell me how to get my brain to go to sleep.

After another day with the kids and everything that goes along with that; I’m thinking of exploring other options. What does that mean?

Do I need to spend all day with my two children at home? Its not like we’re here learning mandarin; or working on Jr. Einstein science projects. Don’t get me wrong I am trying to step it up; we will be doing some art projects and we are having more story time. With Isaiah and Juliet its no cake walk.

Hey it could be worse. Like….

Working a minimum wage job; sitting down all day. Calling people begging for donations aka “fundraising”. Lying, being treated as a juvenile, HAVING to gossip with your bosses. Pumping milk in the conference room; being burst in on more than once.

Yes, this is the glass half full. This position I formerly held did offer flexibility, it was part-time w/option for full. More important, it was a laugh. Often we called it the “circus”. I could talk for hours about that job. Who wants a job?

I returned to work when Juliet was 5 weeks old. I missed her; I longed to spend more time with her. Here I am at the cross roads

A. I could continue to stay at home with the kids. At least until they enter pre-school

B. I could run away. (Joke)

C. I could go back to work.

I don’t want to leave the task of raising my children to someone else. I mean I wish I could teach them myself. Who really can train our children better than us, their parents. There is also the fact I really don’t trust anyone but their grandparents with them. Teachers, grandparents, and trust that’s another blog.

I do want a career.

I love to write, to film; to be creative. How can I merge the two? Guess I’ll just have to run away…….

Back to my hunt for the perfect career.

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Five Minute Friday

8 Apr

If you met me….

Maybe you would say why is that smile on her face?
Her hair is a mess
Her clothes are wrinkled
There is throw up on her shirt
There are circle under her eyes
Why is she smiling

If you’d ask me I’d tell you why
Isaiah is my why
Juliet is my why
Two darlings I never dreamed I’d have
Yes they are such a responsibility
Even with the help God has sent me
Even with the extra patience Ive found

They scream and they play
They are loud an they disobey
But without them I wouldn’t be here
They straightened my path
Filled my heart with love and pushed out the wrath

I had to give up some things
To be their mom
No I cant be selfish anymore
Spend my hair money on pampers
Spend fun money on groceries
But all that I had to give up in my life
I didn’t need, Its so worth it
Just remember to smile

Susie’s Story- What comes next…

28 Nov

INT- Law Office- Noon

The sun can be seen through the windows in the office. ATTORNEY JAMES DORNER sits behind a large wooden desk. Despite the heat he is wearing a charcoal-colored suit. JAMES is reviewing a thick file; his eyes occasionally drift to a picture on his desk.

JAMES CLEARS his throat

MS. OLIVE when was the last time you saw your parents?

A table in the middle of the room seats three people. JAMES rises from his desk; and walks to the front of the desk to better view his clients.


JAMES approaches the girl who sits at the table. SUSAN OLIVE is in her early teens. Her bleached blond hair hangs limply around her shoulders; her face is smudged with dirt. She is absent mindedly staring out of the window.

The sooner you answer my questions,
the sooner you can get out there and enjoy the weather…MS. OLIVE?


MS. OLIVE is my mother; erebody calls me SUSIE. And I ain’t done nothing wrong

I need to get to the bottom of what happened.
And I can’t do that without your cooperation.
Where are your parents MS. OLIVE?

My parents too busy workin big,
important jobs like you; to worry bout me.
I’s just doing what Mr. Roberts ask me to do.
Said I could make a lil money an’ be able to be on my own.

Her voice lowers she turns back to look out the window.

Don’t care about no parents.

JAMES saunters back to his desk. We can now see the picture on his desk. The frame shows a woman and a young girl. JAMES is turning through his file when DOUG ROBERTS interrupts him. DOUG is in his mid forties he’s wearing casual clothes a collar shirt and slacks.

Yeah she was workin for me.
Her parents didn’t give a damn about her I took her in;
treat her good. Like my own family.

DOUG narrows his eyes as he speaks to JAMES.

Somebody try to hurt SUSIE; I am hurt them first.

He turns to look at the other MAN at the table. With a smile he speaks.

Just ask my mans over here.
He was watching, he saw what happened.

The man at the table is STEVE HUNT. Steve is in his early thirties, wearing a flannel shirt, jeans and trucker hat. As he speaks he puts out his cigarette and spits out his words.

I ain’t seen shit!

JAMES runs his fingers through his hair. SUSIE LOOKS toward STEVE.

You muthafucka you seen everything!
You ain’t do shit. You outta be dead too. Juss like yo friend!

SUSIE is quiet again as she lights up a cigarette. DOUG turns to JAMES.

What would you do if someone was your family, man?
If that was your daughter? Huh what would you do?

JAMES sighs and turns toward the window. We again see the picture of the woman and girl on his desk.