By that time I had a habit of signing myself up for things and telling my parents later. Disclaimer: Forgery is illegal and should not be practiced. Zeta youth group, my signature. Cheerleading, my signature. Step Team, my signature. I mean it said Linda, but that’s the only one I
So, I’m telling you this story how it was told to me. My friend was about 6 years old. According to them it was a normal day, and they were out running errands with their parent. This is the 90s so getting left in the car while your parents go
Tony and I were talking and we got to some stories about my life when I was with my Granny (Ellen). She always supported my inner daredevil. My calculating and not trying to really hurt myself inner daredevil. Enjoy!
I have been a solid Dog-Mom for the last three years, and like a Black small-footed Peggy Hill, here I find myself pregnant with a son that I never imagined would be. Yes, I know where babies come from. No, I didn’t think that I was in the danger zone.
The metaphor of life being a journey is one that everyone uses when they hit the rough spots and need to remind themselves that there’s more road ahead. This past weekend contained every emotion humanly possible. The physical manifestation of the journey of life via the American tradition of the
Black Maggie 