For starters, I know people have a deep regard for the dead, as they should. But what amazes me is how someone can live a wicked, abusive, manipulative life and still gain praise.
People will travel miles out of respect for a person who has never given them any. There is always someone assigned to praise this individual. Most of the time, they start with, “He had a big heart, but he wasn’t perfect.”
That’s the caveat? They were great people, although he/she abused their family? …
I was in the produce examining fruit with my oldest daughter. My toes curled, and when they cracked, warmth filled my shoes.
We had just finished a twenty-minute walk in the bitter Colorado air. The car we had sometimes sputtered when we started it, so instead of gambling with it, we used the time to talk, connect, and vent.
I grabbed a mango for my middle daughter and a seedless watermelon for my baby because she said, “she hates those little black bugs.”
My daughter dropped bundles of vegetables in the buggy because she has declared herself a…
Some say I am dwelling holding onto my past
I say if you love someone you don’t recover fast
I am just making sure I left no words unspoken
Also, I could use a break from being broken
Some say it’s over and to move on with my life
I heard one man’s trash is another man’s wife
I am not saying I disagree, and hell, that is what I am hoping
But for now, I just need a break from being broken
Some say I am a mess and I must trust again
I plan to do it with a…
“Why am I the only little black girl without a dad?”
She looks at me like I’m transparent.
I thank God I’m not because she’ll see my heart burst.
I wonder how he can break her heart.
She’s only three feet tall, and she hasn’t even gotten her adult teeth yet.
She is too fragile to suffer like this.
She has a broken face — small, brown, round and beautiful, but definitely shattered.
“Oh, honey, come here.”
Tears spray out of her, like a car hit a fire hydrant.
I hold mine because crying means I’m hurt, and it can’t…
I understand the business hierarchy. Also, we need policies and procedures, yadda, yadda, yadda! But the truth is that some of those stupid ass rules are why I saw a company fold completely.
That company went from a skyscraper to a pile of rubble, and I can assure you that the president has no idea why. He may think he knows, but senior management reports what they want. Most are not willing to take responsibility, so they blame lower-level employees.
I don’t know what happens when people take power roles. It’s almost as if their ego widens, and it bothers…
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