Mom, sister, teacher, student, writer. I love to touch on all areas as I like to expose myself to new things. My goal is to use my experience to entertain and educate.
The Loss of the Last Golden Girl
Picture it, Yazoo City, around 1996 or so. A young, shy and awkward yet adorable girl is flipping through the channels on her television when she comes across a show that looks interesting. Four older women are sitting around a table eating cheesecake and talking and laughing. She is immediately drawn to the screen. Flash forwards a few decades, she grows up. Along the way, she becomes a lifelong fan of this show, and those wonderful women who were on it. That young girl was me, and that show was none other than the Golden Girls. Those four women were Dorothy (Bea Arthur), Sophia (Estelle Getty), Blanche (Rue McClanahan), and Rose (Betty White).
I Haven't Forgotten You Either Steve
The year was 1998. I was an awkward twelve-year-old with acne on my face, braces on my teeth, and an afro due to the tragic mistake of asking for a curly perm during a haircut. You know, the poster child of those pesky awkward years. Once, while looking through one of my grandma’s magazines, I came across an article about a new children’s show called Blue’s Clues. Along with the article was a picture of the host, a cute young guy with brown hair and big beautiful brown eyes. One look, my heart was struck. That young guy’s name, Steve Burns.
Growing Up Overnight
I’ve often made the joke that I was born nearly grown, an old soul my closest friends call me. I remember laying in bed as a child trying to contemplate the meaning of life and death. I’m still trying to figure that one out. I always wanted to grow up in a hurry. I didn’t want to waste my time in elementary and middle school, I was wanted to start my career in saving the world. Looking back, I can better understand that way of thinking. In hindsight, it was because of personal heartbreaks from a painfully early age that had a much bigger impact on me that I am only recently realizing existed.
Our Residential Pet
At the facility that I work at, there is a lovable dog that comes in with one of our nurses. She is a big dog, always with a smile and a wagging tail. She’s always adorned with a collar with a pink bow on it. Her name is Sunny. Her name is very suitable her, as whenever she comes in, everyone lights up. I am proud to consider her a coworker.
Tales of a Best Friend
I met my best friend Jamie when I was fourteen, and she was just shy of her eleventh birthday. At that time, I was just the annoying girlfriend of her older brother. However, little did we know, that out of that would come a friendship that would last over twenty years. In those twenty plus years, we have experienced many situations that we still find ourselves laughing at.
A day in the life
Growing up, whenever anyone asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up, I knew one thing for sure, I wanted to help people. I wanted to make the world a better place. The one occupation that immediately came to my mind was teaching. I was going to be a teacher. I wanted to teach my students while preparing them to take on the world. Granted, my mind would go from that to being a star, or a doctor, or the president of the United States.
The Frozen Heart
It had been a long, cold winter. For two weeks, roads were closed due to the amount of ice on the ground. Schools and businesses were shut down, and electricity had been lost. For a small town in Mississippi, this was all but unheard of. Winters were generally mild, sometimes even warm. But not this winter. This winter was different, in more ways then just the weather.
Writing on Vocal: My Self Challenge
Four years ago, I was browsing through my facebook feed when I saw a link that a friend had shared on his page. It told of a website that writers could go on and share their work with other writers. I had been looking for something like this forever, so I immediately clicked. On this site, which was appropriately named Vocal, there were tons of categories to write about, and best of all, we could obtain earnings for it. I quickly created an account, picked the best picture of me I could, and I was set. In my mind, I saw images of me sitting at book signings at my favorite bookstore after I wrote my bestselling book. I was on my way to the top. There was just one little bitty catch: I had to start writing.
Ann and the Barns Where Dreams Were Lived
It was a cool autumn evening when Ann stood outside the house that she grew up in. As she stood there, memories bombarded her mind. She had a typical southern childhood. She grew up with a very loving family. They lived in a beautiful white house, and around it stood several old barns that had been there for generations. The barns were now barely standing, but as Ann looked out and the remains, she remembered them as she saw them so many years ago.
Doomsday: The Aftermath
It was a strange feeling as Olivia stepped out of the storm cellar. It was a strong contrast from a few hours ago when time seemed to stand still in complete darkness. Now the sun was shining, though the crumbled debris around her stood as reminders of the night before. And the survivors were left to pick up the pieces.
My Life Long Love of Music
Music has always been a huge part of my life. Mampau would tell me stories of dancing around with me before I could even walk. I would sit at the piano or with my guitar and try to get some notes out even though I clearly had no idea what I was doing. I would use the fireplace as a stage and the vacuum as a microphone and suddenly, I was a rock star on tour. For my kindergarten talent show, I chose to sing a Roy Orbison song.