Always smiling, holding hands. Love, the wonderful fantasy and dreams of our childhood. Love, that feeling of butterflies with your high school sweetheart. Far fetched imaginations of our youth. Growing up, most of us thought of movies and television shows when we pictured falling in love. Long kisses and walks on the beach. Nothing but bliss. … Continue reading The truth about L-O-V-E
Ever been in such a head space that made you wonder who was that person in your reflection?
The world we live we hate the reality fate, destiny, karma the ideals of fantasy we are totally oblivious to the obvious that things are not as different as we once thought them to be they say that racism no longer exists that line isn't in my life's movie script everywhere I turn I still … Continue reading Oblivious to the Obvious
I walk into the kitchen, open the fridge and grab the orange juice, dropping my keys on the counter. Drinking from the jug, a deep voice enters saying, "If you don't get you a cup and stop drinking from the jug boy, you better. I know your mama raised you better than that." It's my sperm donor. … Continue reading Edgar’s Story (Part 2)
A personal reflection on the growth of my first born son.
Am I the only one offended by the new Extra-Crispy Colonel KFC commercials?
Like most, last night I witnessed what I felt to be highway robbery, in the 2016 Olympics. Mouth open, jaws dropped, I had never seen a dive technique used to secure a victory in Track and Field events. I was so very unsettled by former UGA Bulldog, Shaunae Miller's win of the Women's 400M dash that I discontinued watching … Continue reading Shut-Up About the “Diving-Finish”
What ever happened to the art of haiku writing? Here are a few for the fans that still write and read haikus.
I didn't begin apologizing until I started living in hell the un-forgiveness, grudges held didn't do my soul too swell... I was tired of feeling sorry but not truly forgiving, I was tired of dying, when I should have been living. I knew I had to let it go it was the only way for me to … Continue reading (Un)Apologetic Self