Kimberly D. Dantica
Bio
I am a working mother of three girls with aspirations to be a professional author and visual artist. I studied journalism at Florida A&M University. My goal is to publish several thought-provoking literary content.
Stories (8/0)
Everything Has a Reason
In this life, your mother and I learned that misery may love company, but happiness attracts the misery of company. Despite my transgressions, your mom cared for me deeply. Since the first time I saw her sitting on her grandma’s stoop peeling oranges, I haven’t stopped thinking about her one dimple smile. She was the prettiest well-mannered tomboy with her muddy Reebok tennis shoes and all those barrettes on top of her head. Unlike the other cute city girls in Palm Beach, her hands got dirty in that muck soil. Her great granddaddy inherited that thousand-acre land after the hurricane flood in ’28 from his pale-looking momma.
By Kimberly D. Dantica2 years ago in Families
A Blue-sky Aurora
Only seconds before the wedding party began its procession down the aisle, she entered so elegantly. Her presence was felt before eyes were amazed. Whispers and gasps filled the air and echoed up to the ceilings of the cathedral. There she stood; the fire that burned hotter than any flame he could put out.
By Kimberly D. Dantica2 years ago in Fiction
Child Reflection
Being an adult is overrated. I’ve posted my grievances on social media, but only a few cares and shares. I was fifteen years old when I first started hashing out a plan to move out. I wanted to break free from the prison my strict mother reigned over. No sleepovers! No play dates! No boyfriends! No parties at home, and no parties I was allowed to go to. “I hate here;” I mumbled under my breath often growing up. I was always required to come straight home from school until junior high. My sister and I were primarily independent and responsible for our selves going and coming home from school. If we missed the school bus, we caught public transits. We didn’t talk to strangers, only answered calls with known names on the caller ID and didn’t open the door for anybody.
By Kimberly D. Dantica2 years ago in Confessions
Still Standing
Last year, many people were devastated mentally, financially and physically due to the COVID-19 pandemic. Whether you lost a loved one, income or your mind during quarantine, 2020 may have been a true testament of one's true strength. After Kobe Bryant and his daughter Gianna tragically passed away, I kept hearing over and over again "give your loved ones their flowers while they are still alive and able to smell them." Therefore, I'm giving praise to the only woman I've ever loved, feared, revered and resented all at the same time, my mother.
By Kimberly D. Dantica3 years ago in Families
Read Between the Script
Unlike this generation of "goldfish" like minds, I enjoy a well-thought out plot, a narrative with a powerful message and a good old-fashion anecdote that an audience can empathize with. A book I've envisioned as a movie is Gloria Naylor's, Linden Hills. It encompasses almost everything I love to read or watch on the big screen. When a wife of the present discovers the diary of another from the past, the woeful accounts of two trophy wives trapped in the same aristocratic society are unveiled. Because of the traditional obscure ideals of a cynical tyrant, he accuses his wife of adultery and makes her a prisoner in their home along with their infant son.
By Kimberly D. Dantica3 years ago in Geeks
Toxicity
As he paced behind me like a penitent heading to a confessional, the stairway became more narrow with each step. We were about to explore a luxury that we assumed most people of color couldn't afford, therapy. Contrarily, I was taught by a devout Catholic woman that therapy is for crazy people who don't have faith in God. If they had more faith, prayed a little more everyday and repented, they'd be delivered. Where to? I don't know, but I know my mom hadn't been delivered either because of her violent mood swings, profanity, and regular conversations with herself. Nonetheless, we had arrived here. Our relationship was defined by ten years of toxicity: lying, cheating, fighting, vandalism, addiction, jail and the list goes on. If this was judgement day, we felt only one of us was leaving for good.
By Kimberly D. Dantica3 years ago in Families
Root of Inheritance
‘All empires are created of blood and fire.’ Let me expound with a story about a nine-year-old boy who was walking home with two little girls from school. As they were walking through their neighborhood, the children heard gunshots. Instinctually, they stopped in their tracks and ducked close to a black sedan in front of their apartment building. Seconds after, a sweltering man scurried from behind the building waving a gun in his hand. The man saw the three children laying low, so he ran towards them.
By Kimberly D. Dantica3 years ago in Criminal
