Well, here I go again. The tears are falling once more and it just took two glasses of wine to make it happen.
I am on my way home to Florida from England, following a visit with my daughter, Maiteland, and her two children. Next time I write a story on an airplane I will probably be coming back from visiting them in Read More
I don’t like it and, no matter what, I will never like it.
I will work with it as best I can and stay positive with it as much as possible. But nope, I don’t have to like it.
Would you like to know what “it” is? It is Read More
It has been over five hours since I leftSpain. At first I was quite calm, but things have changed dramatically. I am aboard the second plane toMiamiand then a third plane will take me home toTampa. Traveling has been a grueling experience for me today starting with my run throughMadridAirportinSpainto catch the plane that would start my journey home.
No time for emotions… just concentrate on making the airplane on time. I stored my thoughts or, we could say suppressed my thoughts, which equaled the emotions bubbling just below the surface. Lunch was served and I chose a glass of red wine. As I ate my food and drank my wine the tears began Read More
It was a Saturday morning and I was outside watching my son Richard play. It felt quite warm for May and summer was definitely on its way. At the time of this story, Richard was not quite two and I was pregnant with my second baby. I lived in a nice two bedroom home in a good neighborhood inLanham,Marylandand my husband had gone to work for the day.
Next door to me lived my Uncle Ray. He was my uncle on my grandmother’s side and he and his family were renting from neighbors who had moved out of state. Uncle Ray had four children and he and my Aunt Neomi worked during the day. I didn’t get to see them much, mainly just on the weekends.
While I was standing there watching Richard, Uncle Ray came over and Read More
I think back about my life sometimes too much… and realize that the years have been going faster than I wanted them to.
I had been married almost two years, with a young son just under a year old. My husband worked as a pile driver in theWashington,D.C.area and I was a data entry operator inLanham,Maryland. We had lived in the Kent Village Apartments for over a year and were now looking for a new home.
I was driving around in an area I liked that was not too far from the apartments when I spotted a two bedroom home under construction. There were six of them altogether and they all had nice front yards and full back yards which would be ideal for kids. The front of the house was a half brick look which I really liked because it was a little different. I wrote down the phone number so I could Read More
Sometimes your life can change in the blink of an eye, and if you didn’t see what was coming, it can rattle your cage for quite a while afterward.
My life had already undergone pretty big adjustments. Little did I know it was going to change even more dramatically that I could ever have imagined.
“Drastic” is the word I often use to describe what happened when I was thirty-two years old and divorced with two sons. My boys were registered atSt. JohnsCollege, a local military school. They did not live on the grounds but came home everyday. I was trying to give them Read More
How strong is my will and how it has helped me to develop my self-esteem.
Having been tired of my life and the way it was going in Washington, D.C. I left there and Read More
I was speaking with my social media guru last week and he said something that got me really thinking. He spoke of the stepping stones of life and wondered how many we might have to walk on before we landed on what he called a “milestone.”
I pondered this question and realized that Read More
I had decided to take the day off work. A good friend was having a birthday and I wanted to take her to lunch to celebrate her special day. My friend, Marion, lived inFairfax,Virginia, a 45-minute drive away and we had plans to meet at one o’clock.
I was at home doing a few chores that morning when Read More
I am on my way to the shopping center in Queenstown. I am twelve years old and in no great hurry to get there. The little town where I live is called Brentwood, in Hyattsville County, Maryland. It’s a small community of hard-working middle class people who maintain their homes and live quietly. I live with my aunt – my late mother’s sister – who finally married and now has a Read More