The Turning Point

Second grade was awful! It truly was a nightmare of epic proportions. One might ask how second grade could be that bad. Well, I’ll set the scene for you. In the middle of my first-grade year, my mother thought it would be cool to send me to private school. She asked me, and I went…

Greasy Meat

So, Annie over at What the Woman Wrote nominated me for the three days, three quotes challenge (awhile ago. Sorry Annie!!). I wholeheartedly accept, and embrace this challenge. I also encourage you to check out Annie. She’s a wonderful poet! I nominate the following bloggers: Hook, Line, and Inkwell A Reading Writer Victo Dolore Alright…

The Blame Game

I love kids!! Truly. I love children. They are innocent creatures that have the whole world ahead of them. They have big dreams, wide smiles, infectious laughter, loving hugs, and energy for days. I can’t wait until I have kids of my own. My love for children is why it pains me to see all…

If She Can’t Use Your Comb

There’s an old adage I heard plenty of times growing up.

If she can’t use your comb, don’t bring her home.

I haven’t the slightest clue who said that first. Some probably don’t even know what it means. However, I knew exactly what it meant. Be with someone who is from the same racial background as you.This posed a slight problem for me growing up.

An Open Letter From a Childless Father

Dear Parents, First, I want to thank you for allowing me to be in your child’s life. I want to reassure you I will not betray your trust. Your child’s best interest is at the forefront of my heart. That being said, I want to explain a few things. I have had situations where some…