Dee Good

Dee Good

From Gary, In but Long Beach raised me! Just living out loud!!
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  • Dee Good
    Published 5 months ago
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    Being an 80s baby always made me feel special, it was just a good time to be born. June of 1985 to be specific. In my younger years, I remember being a happy kid. One of my favorite things, 'til this day is singing. One of my earliest memories had to be when I was five years old. My mother (Doris), would connect the microphone to the radio and she would record us singing on a cassette tape. We would sing songs from the O'Jays, Debra & Ronnie Laws, and other artists. As I got older, I would go on to sing in the choir at the church I grew up in, New Hope Baptist. It's a popular church if you grew up on the east side of Long Beach. That's where I met a few of my childhood friends... that grew to be family, sort of. I would sing as if there was nothing holding me back. As a child you don't know the social constraints, like the wrong or right way to sing. You just did it cause you were told to do so. I liked the attention, early on. I didn't know it then but singing and music would grow to be my outlet and one of the only things that would keep me sane.
  • Dee Good
    Published 2 years ago
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    It's 2017 and things are pretty much going downhill... quickly. Against my better judgment, I am at my grandmother's place because living alone is becoming a type of hell that is unbearable. (Despite a “friend” of mine telling me that moving back would be the worse thing in the world). I am also up to my nose in a depression that I can't explain to anyone. I think to myself that I can't still be grieving, when in fact, I am still grieving everything about my old life — my family, my friends, and the life I was "supposed" to have, whatever that means — anxiously thinking, I can still have that old life back, if I try really hard. I have to be MORE positive, MORE liked, be nicer, do everything right and to just stay above water by working a nice job. It's like the older I get, something in me get's more aggressive. However, on the outside, I become more timid. Go figure?