She loved him dearly.

Each and every day she cooked and cleaned the house.

She catered to the children.

She worked a full-time job.

Her wardrobe was stylish.

Her taste was impeccable.

She was the envy of many women.

“Girl, you’re fierce!” she often heard as she walked down the halls.

She smiled.

She loved her life.

She was fiercely protective of it.

That’s why she insisted on pleasing her husband always.

She believed that in order for him to stay loyal she must be willing to adapt.

She loved him and he loved her.

She donned her black garter belt and zipped up her thigh high boots.

She smacked him with the whip across his ass.

He licked her boots.

She smiled.

She liked being in charge.

She bent over and said “Eat maggot”





This post is part of the Daily Post. The word today was fierce


Dear White People

Can we talk?

Can we truly talk about the elephant in the room that you never want to talk about?


Let’s talk about race.

I’m black.

I’m a woman.

Two indisputable facts that you may have noticed.

I’m a mother.

To a son.

He’s the light of my life.

He’s my Munch.

He’s also black.

Why do I keep mentioning color? Because I need you to see and acknowledge the rich hues in my skin tone. I need you to see my melanin and know that I am black. Can you see the warm coffee colored hues of my skin tone just radiating? Yes?


Let’s talk.

I’m black. A beautiful black woman who shares a rich history in this country. My ancestors were kings and queens, slaves and sharecroppers. I know this. Many of you know this. But, I need you to stop acting like I’m supposed to forget this country’s history.

I can’t.

Even when the school textbooks gloss over slavery, I have to fill in the gaps and remind my son. Our lives and history didn’t begin and end with slavery. This country where the soil is rich with the blood from your ancestors is a great one.

Now, that you know that I’m black and I love this country can we talk about race? Can we talk about why it is important that we talk about it? Can we talk about the fact that nothing will change unless you stop saying you don’t see color and recognize my beautiful skin tone?

See, if you see my differences that will allow you to see my issues. To understand why some people look at me funny when I accompany you to your small town. Why if you invite me to your bridal shower and baby shower your family and friends are wondering how I got an invite. Because I’m the only black there.

I’m comfortable in my skin and in our relationship to not be offended. Why? Because I know that you love and respect me. Just like I love and respect you. We are friends. We do play dates and mommy dates. We engage.

That’s what most black folks want. People to engage. People to understand that there are some differences that you will never have to teach your children. I don’t want you to think I’m blaming you for that. No, I want you to be mad at the fact that your son can’t give my son a toy gun. Mad at the fact that when our children are playing together in your neighborhood that people think my son was adopted.

Why? Because he’s out of place? He doesn’t belong there. I want you to see the underlining comments that are made by some of your friends and classmates when they get drunk and call me out my name…

Nigger, Black Bitch.

Umm, why do you need to put my color in it? If you’re going to call me a bitch why not just a bitch? Why do you have to say black bitch?

I need you to get mad when you think about the countless black boys and girls that are murdered in cold blood by people acting like the victims were a threat. Why is it only in this country you can kill somebody in cold blood and then have the audacity to call the victim a thug? But, Ryan Lochte though?

Umm, I digress.

Listen white people. We, black folks love you and respect you. We just want the same. Not just for the one black family you befriended but for all those that look differently than you. Recognize our differences, respect them and stand up to the BS that you witness.

Can you do that? Can you work with me and not against me? Maybe, just maybe if we do it…we can make America great again. Together.


Slowly I lick my lips.

I lick the tip.


I inhale and light it

I exhale and smile

I like the feel of

the thick

stogie in my mouth

The scent is intoxicating

My vice

I drink my glass of


I smile

I put the cigar

back in my mouth

I smoke

I exhale

Oblivious to the fact

that my vice

bothers him

I smile

I puff

Too bad

I think as I drink

He’ll just have to get used to it

Cause I’m not giving up my vice



This post was written as part of the Daily Post. The word was vice.


Back to School Parenting Tips

Okay, so last week Munch returned to school and I have to tell you that I was exhausted. I was so out of sorts it hurt. I couldn’t seem to catch a break or cook dinner. Thankfully, there was no homework, but it was rough. I wanted to sleep so much.

But, I realized some things that I should have done that would have eased my transition back into school. So I put together some tips to help you not fall victim to some of the traps I allowed in my house. I want you to make sure that you have a successful school year and get your routine going quickly.

Here are my back to school parenting tips:

  1. Get them to bed early. I know it’s hard especially if you’ve been lax for the summer, but trust me it’s better to get them to bed early than fighting with them in the morning.
  2. Cook a few meals the weekend before school starts. Freeze them if you have to. I was so thrown off by school starting and adjusting to the bus schedule and all the first week jitters that I didn’t cook not one meal. We ate out every night. Munch loved it, but my wallet didn’t. Cooking in advance would have helped solve that issue.
  3. Buy school supplies from Five Below. Did you know that Five Below sells school supplies? Nope. Me neither until his dad sent me a link about a 25% off discount on 2 inch binders from the store. Staples had the binders for $8.99 each and he needed 3. I was already up to $35.00 and I wasn’t paying that price. I went to Five Below and was blown away at the selection and price. He has everything he needs for school.
  4. Lunch prep and clothes prep the night before. Yes, I know you’re probably exhausted from rushing home from work and fixing dinner, giving them a bath and story time and then trying to get some housework done but you definitely should try to lay out and iron all clothes the night before and prep school lunches too.
  5. Let them fly. This was hard for me, but when you think about it don’t we give our kids their wings and we want them to fly? We have to give them space to soar and navigate school on their own. Stay in the background and encourage them but don’t do it for them. Let them fly.

I promise you that these tips will make it somewhat easier. If you’re a working parent and running back and forth to school you have to find ways to value time. Our most precious commodity is time so you have to give yourself more time to be present and in the moment with parenting. By doing things like meal prepping, laying out clothes in advance and giving the kids plenty of time to rest and get back into their routine you will definitely see more time in your day.



Jackie thought long and hard about what was about to happen. She loved her some Gabe. Gabe was sexy, strong, intelligent. He was as the old folks described “a tall glass of water.” She never thought she would love someone like Gabe.

Or that he would love her back.

Love was foreign to her.

Many men thought they loved Jackie. They didn’t. They loved the idea of her.

Not Gabe.

Gabe told her that he was in love.

That she was the one.

That she had to be his.

She knew too. She knew deep down in her heart that in this space where air felt so electric and love felt true. She knew that she belonged to Gabe. That she had to be his.

But, never.

Never in a million years did she think her life would be like this.

That she would be in love.

That she would be in lust.

That she would be in heaven.

With another woman’s man.

Gabe belonged to another woman.

He vowed his life and fidelity to another.

Then why was Gabe kissing her?

Licking her?

Tasting her?

Sucking her?

Making her moan…

His name.

As she’d never done.

When he knew that he could never.

Never be hers completely.


This post is part of the Daily Post. The word for today was never

Motivational Monday Moment – 8/29/2016

Happy Monday Folks!

It’s time for my Motivational Monday Moment. This one is for all those who’ve suffered heart break. I know that I have. Heartbreak is a part of life. We all have at one point been disappointed and disgusted by someone that we loved. But, you know what? It’s okay. You can get through it. You can get over it. You can love again if you want.


I know that your last break-up may have been horrific. You may have cried more tears than you may remember. You may have suffered emotional or physical abuse or anything in between.  You may be having some negative thoughts about…


But, you have to know that it is not meant for you to stay grounded in the past. You have to let go and move on from the negative. The negative memories and the negative people need to be a part of your past. Your life is beautiful and waiting for you. You just have to take the first step and remember that…


I know it may seem hard. It’s hard to let go of the anger and pain when someone you love has broken your heart, but they’ve moved on. They’ve decided to not stay in the past with you. They have decided to try again. Let’s not try to figure out their motive why they are doing it. But, the point is that you need to do the same.


Let me share something with you. Earlier this month when I was picking up Munch from his dad’s house he was waving and saying hi to someone. A woman who was entering his dad’s building. He went to his dad’s truck and grabbed his swim bag and headed to my car. He gets in the car and says “Mommy, why didn’t you say hi?” I asked “Say hi to who Munch?” He said “That was daddy’s friend, Ms. Y. You didn’t say hi.” I responded, “I don’t know daddy’s friend Munch” and he interjected “And you don’t speak to strangers.” I laughed and said “Exactly.”

But, I have to admit that I felt some kind of way. It was a pain in my chest seeing my ex-husband’s new friend in person. I thought there was something wrong with me. I wasn’t jealous. I didn’t want him back, but I couldn’t figure out why I was feeling this way. So, I talked to Mr. C about it. He said that he understood. It’s normal. I sighed.

This was about to be my new normal. broken-heart-quotes10

His dad has dated plenty of women since we separated and then divorced, but I never saw them in person. Yes, he’s introduced Munch to other friends, but I could care less what happened out of my sight. But, now. Ugh! I was now having to face one of my ex’s friends.


Now, don’t get me wrong. I want him to be happy. I want him to fall in love with a nice woman and get married again if he chooses. I just didn’t know I would be ready to see it. However, I’m comforted by the fact that it means that we didn’t damage each other to the point where we weren’t going to try again. Try to find love. Try to find happiness. Try to find peace.


I just didn’t know I would feel this way. I am happy. I want him to be happy. I just didn’t want to see his happiness if that makes any sense. But, I had let him go a long time ago. We are the past. Our lives will always be intertwined because we share an awesome blessing in the form of our Munch.


So, that will always keep us connected, but I am thankful nonetheless. I’m thankful for the love, the pain, the break-up and all those moments in between. Why? Because they’ve made me stronger than I ever thought possible.

Love Comes

My prayer for you is simple. Find the courage to love again. To laugh again. To live again. To see that the break-up was only your breakthrough at rediscovering who you are and what you want. How do you do that? By loving you first.


Happy Monday!

Weekend Coffee Share – 8/27/2016

If you and I were having coffee, I would tell you that I can’t believe that it is the last weekend in August. I would invite you in and sit down on the couch and invite you to curl up your feet while I get us two big glasses of iced coffee. It’s so hot here in DC that all you need is a cool glass of something going down your throat.

If you and I were having coffee, I would tell you that I survived the first week of back to school. Munch’s bus picked him up on the second day and has arrived each day thereafter. Albeit late, but at least he arrives to school safely. I would tell you that he’s disturbed that no one has asked to be his friend yet. He’s having a hard time adjusting to the fact that he doesn’t have a best friend after a couple of days.

If you and I were having coffee, I would tell you that I’m tired and looking forward to a relaxing weekend of doing nothing. I would tell you that while I’m optimistic that this won’t occur, I kinda hope to be able to just wash my clothes, my car and clean my house. Oh and to drink wine and sleep off and on while watching A Different World on Netflix. It probably won’t happen, but a girl can hope right?

If you and I were having coffee, I would tell you how last weekend I took my niece to college. I said good-bye to my first born non-biological child. I didn’t cry. I haven’t talked to her and I’m happy she is adjusting to college life. I will send her a text and remember how I was at that age. I will laugh at the pictures she posts on Instagram and not comment because I don’t want to embarrass her. I will smile thinking about how I can’t wait to see her soon. Maybe I’ll take a trip to the mountains and take her to dinner.

If you and I were having coffee, I would tell you that I really enjoy the Daily Posts that I’ve been participating in. I just discovered my love of fiction and I’m hoping you are enjoying the posts as well. Mr. C says “Oh, that was another dark and gloomy post.” I laugh. He only likes uplifting or realistic pieces. It’s cute though. However, life isn’t all happy go lucky and I like exploring the topic through a different lens. I hope that you will comment and let me know what you think one way or the other.

If you and I were having coffee, I would tell you that I have grown my followers by 50 in the last two weeks and I’m so excited. I would say welcome to my new followers and invite you into this blogging journey with me. I write everything about my life from parenting, dating, relationships, faith, poetry and short stories. I love people, life and I believe in humanity. One day we’ll get it right.

If you and I were having coffee, I would cut the visit short because I have to pack for my upcoming drive to Tennessee this Thursday morning. Can you believe it? I’m driving home with my mom and my Munch. Munch said it will take a 1,000 days but I’m sure it won’t. I promise to keep you posted on my road trip drama with my mama.  See you next time love!



This post is part of the #WeekendCoffeeShare with Part-time Monster.


She was 5 when she witnessed her mother sucking a man off in a dark alley to feed her drug habit.

She was 8 when her mother tried to sell her for a high the first time

At 9 she succeeded.

She was a witness to the dark sides of drugs.

She was a witness to child molestation as men raped her for money.

She was a witness to her mother’s death as she tried to steal from a drug dealer.


She hated being a witness.


This post is part of the Daily Post. Today’s word was witness.

I Feel There’s A But

I had dinner with my girlfriend last week and we were talking about me and Mr. C. I inevitably began to tell her what I always say “He’s just a great guy”. She said “I feel like there’s a but coming”. “No, but” I responded.

She smiled. I wasn’t ready to share what I thought were irrational thoughts. I just wanted to drink the big glass of Chardonnay and relax after a long day. The thing about sisterhood is that it needs no pushing or pulling. She knew when to ask and when to let me tell her.

We continued to talk and then she asked “So, what is it about this guy that you’re not saying?” I paused. I replied, “I just can’t help but to wonder is this for real? Is this really happening to me. Is this wonderful man real?” I went on to explain how I keep feeling like I’m being punked. She asked me to explain.

I told her how he says the sweetest things to me and I don’t know how to respond. Because the old bitter me (rightfully so) would think it’s Bulls**t but it’s not. He’s genuine. He’s wonderful.

She wanted me to explain further. So, I told her some of the things that he says to me. Here are some examples I gave her:

  • When he left me on hold too long. He clicks back over and I yell “You left me on hold too long. I was going to hang up.” He responded “I know and I’m sorry, but I would’ve called you back.”
  • When he told me that I spend too much money eating out and how he would change that if we were married. I sighed. I was already cussing this man out in my head. I said “How would you change that?” He said “I would just cook so you wouldn’t have to go out and eat.”
  • When he said that he’s just trying to understand me. I responded, “I’m a runner. When things get too emotional I run. I can’t deal.” He said that he’s not going to chase me. I asked “You’re not going to chase me?” He simply responded “No”. There was an awkward silence. He said “I will walk swiftly after you and when you get tired of running and fall to the ground, I’ll pick you up and carry you the rest of the way.”

Now, honestly what the hell am I supposed to say to that? I get stumped. I sigh. I smile. I inwardly pray that he is who he says he is. I wonder deep down inside am I getting punked. Why? Because I’ve had horrible experiences with men. I’ve also had some great ones but those are few and far in between.

Mr. C is patient with me. He doesn’t think I’m the kind of crazy that he has to run from. He just lets me get out my frustrations and insecurities and holds me tighter. He smiles brighter. He encourages me a little more.

In essence, there is a but to my relationship with Mr. C. My but is that I want more. I want us to continue to grow in the space and place of genuineness.  Where our communication will continue to flow freely. Where our thoughts and dreams will be interpreted with enthusiasm. Where our fears and angst’s will be listened to thoughtfully and squashed with fervor. Because in this place and space where we are existing, we remind each other that buts are okay. They allow us to seek clarity.

But, one more thing….He’s still a great guy and I’m forever thankful.


“I love you” I blurted out.

“I know” he replied.

This wasn’t what I was expecting. It was obvious that I was madly in love with this man and he just said that he knows. What the hell?

I tried to laugh off my embarrassment. I mumbled that I had another appointment and I would catch up with him later. He said “Okay”.

It was a year of this back and forth flirting, sexing and hanging out. I thought we were on the same page. It was obvious to everyone around us that we were a couple. It was obvious to me.

It apparently wasn’t obvious to him.




This post is part of the Daily Post. The word is obvious