Lady Coy Haddock
I love writing, reading, editing, illustrating, and daydreaming about all things words! If you can't find me staring at a blank Word document, find me on the beach with a chai tea latte & a good book!
*Published author on Amazon.
Chills From Within
I was standing at my desk when I felt the stirring in my mind. It..... he…. I was never quite sure of the proper pronoun when I referred to the monster inside my mind. He. Probably. I think. At least that’s how it felt and how it manifested to me. A nightmare in a masculine body. He always seemed to awaken when I was engaged in the most innocuous tasks – tending the garden, scrolling through Facebook, answering e-mails, washing dishes, folding laundry, even stirring creamer into my coffee. I would be at peace and suddenly the tethers tying me to reality would begin to fray. Abruptly, his chaotic presence would spill into my mind, leaving trails of sorrow, despair, and fatigue behind. I had long since given up trying to fight the torment he unleashed. It is and was a pointless battle.
A Love Most Cruel
As a child, I imagined I must have been adopted……... I crafted these beautiful intricate storylines in which I was magically swept into an impossibly beautiful, kingdom. There would be singing, dancing, all the food I could eat, and apologetic explanations of how you had somehow stolen me away.
When day comes we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade?* I will be the first to admit that I am not easily inspired nor am I the most optimistic person, especially not after the year 2020 which both aged my spirit and drained me of whatever weak ability to ‘look on the bright side' I possessed. After the dramatic and deathly mismanagement of the country during the past presidency coupled with the terrifying insurrection event on January 6th, my nerves were raw and sore on January 20th when I sat down to watch the Inauguration event.
Pandemic Life Lessons
Even in Loss, there is life. In hard times, there is healing. In chaos, creation & connection. And in this unanticipated solitude, I found unexpected serenity.
Black Girl Magic
Who is my Black in Business Inspiration? When I first thought about this prompt, there were numerous people who came to mind. Actors, actresses, athletes, sports moguls, businessmen, and women…you name them, and I thought of them. But in really thinking about people who have inspired me, it’s not a traditional celebrity. Rather, it is someone far closer to home. While I have not had the pleasure of meeting this person face-to-face, I have followed her and interacted with her via social media and virtual communication for approximately 2 years. At every turn, this beautiful Black Woman has inspired me with her business acumen, generosity of spirit, digital entrepreneurship, and her unmatched ability to monetize opportunities.
Kara jogged up the graffiti-splattered steps of the run-down building. She was exhausted after her shift at a job that demanded too much and paid too little. The mile walk each way on a granola bar and a muffin pilfered from a customer’s half-eaten plate hadn’t done much to restore her energy. But she already knew there was no point in heading towards the elevators. Those had never worked. Kara stole a glance at her watch.
The Bounty Hunters' Choice
“What would you do for us to really hit it big?” When Nikki didn’t look up from the magazine she was paging through, I reached out and nudged her with my foot. She shrugged, “Seriously Caren? I don’t know. What does hitting it big even mean?”
Aster stared straight ahead, refusing to even blink, just in case the tears burning against the back of her eyes fell. Just a little while longer. She only had to hold on for a few minutes more before this horrid ordeal would be over. She squirmed in the ugly overstuffed chair as the lawyer droned on and on. Suddenly a thought struck her; she didn’t have to stay! She could leave and she would. The mistress employing her was dead; all her hard work had boiled down to a small, square, rather plain black notebook. What was the point of hearing how the old lady had divvied up her assets among her brood? She clearly had not been nearly as valued as she had once thought.