My family

The best I know and none other like it.

Moma's place

"Boi take those shoes off in my house!" Moma's voice yelling from the kitchen, the one place you loved her to be. Moma always knew how to make things better from the kitchen. She could fill your spirit and you stomach at the same time, from the kicthen. Didn't think she hear those bad words you mumbled in your room from the kitchen, but she did. She could come with lighting speed from the kitchen. One time moma heard dad say he was leaving, so she cooked a hot meal, put his shoes by the door and handed him his coat on the way out, I bet dad regretted those words these days from the kitchen. No fuss just a brown bag with grease spots,"Have a great day huh," was moma's words standing with unfolded arm in the kitchen. Today I wonder how moma made something out of so little she had? Then I remembered she did it with love, straight from the kitchen.... The kitchen wasn't a place in a building, it was within her heart. She loved us from the one place we loved her to be.......

45 minutes of love.

     "You know what, middle finger to you"  yells Kathy, as the door slammed. Two years ago you couldn't tell there was a fine line between love and hate in their relationship. Brett and his ex Kathy have seen better days.     
     This suburban couple had all you  dreamed life to be until one day forty five minutes of love was all there was left. It was a Tuesday morning when Kathy came home early from the gym. She'd been working very hard to get her baby fat back to a normal size.
     Yoga was her favorite and she hated running. Her beatiful 7lb, 8oz Brittney was sleep under the nanny's care. Like normal she came in, jumped in the shower and prepared for work. Phone rings it's Bill voice text "wyd" she voiced back, in the shower.
     His response "send a pic," she yells "can't now still wet, give me a sec" her last voiced response. She gets done drying her self and sends a selfie. Kathy knows that one day she'll have to tell Brett about Bill who she's grown to love so much. Kathy and Bill worked and sat near Brett's desk everyday.
     The two always email and text durring meetings on Tuesday's, Brett's off day. Needless to say they met at work, durring sweeps week. Brett has no idea his loving lady has been loving his friend/co-worker this whole time. He had made plans for them to retire together and live in a beach house in Florida.....

To be continued

Days like these....

The day I died, I was on the balcony of a hotel. Knowing gods purpose for the struggle of all people, I gave the life he gave to me. The day I died, I was shot 42 times, bullets riddled my body over what appears to have been a wallet. No probable cause in mind for me just profiled wrongly. The day I died, I couldn't breathe, choked by the throat in broad day light for everyone to see. The day I died, I was shopping locally, shot down for disrupting some else peace." It's a toy," was my last scream. The day I died, I was at the top of life, taking everything living my dream, til time came for me to give something back. A promise that was made years ago when he died for me, to show the world love with every second I had to breathe. The day I died, I was face down in the street, I'd surrendered long before the last bullet hit me."Don't shoot" is how you'll remember me. The day I died, I was looking at a pretty face coming my way, I whistled one to many times.

 What will be your story? 

"It's a blessing to die for a cause because you can so easily die for nothing." Andrew Young