Majique MiMi
Bio
You can call me MiMi. I’m a Brain Aneurysm & Stroke Survivor & Former English Professor. I write to stay sane, and to keep gratitude in my Spirit & Praises in my mouth.
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Braless & Wet On A Bolt Bus
Photo:Madlyodd.com Picture it NYC 2010 ish Hey hey what it do; How’s it goin? How are you? Most of you know by now that in order to make ends meet, MiMi had a myriad of jobs. I was a Health & Welfare Benefits Specialist during the day; and in the evenings and on Saturdays I taught English Composition at the local college.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Confessions
MiMi Meets A Bear…
Hey hey 👋 what up,what it do? This blog comes to you with coffee ☕️ but no cannabis 🌱 and that was not by choice. It’s a major inconvenience for me, but hopefully the Maryland Cannabis Commission will get their act together. However I firmly believe that the lack of being medicated contributed to me almost being mauled by a bear in the backyard.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Confessions
Write In The Middle Of It
Erik was annoyed with himself because he didn’t know what to read to Sadiah today. In one week, he has read her Moliere, Racine, and most of the poetry of Blake, Woodsworth, Shelley, and Keats. Sometimes he wanted to read her The Princess of Cleves because he knew little girls loved stories about princesses but he remembered that as a student the lineage of the whole story damn near put him to sleep.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
Erik sat in the cafeteria at the hospital flipping through a Norton Anthology of World Masterpieces as if he were an English major studying for an exam. He promised Autumn that when he read to Sadiah that he would not read her any of the garbage that was selling on the shelves nor would he read anything religious to her. So, Erik took it upon himself to pull out one of his favorite texts from college, even though it was a bitch to carry in a backpack to the hospital with him.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
A Week or So Later… The room was unusually gray and cold. No matter how many blankets were on the bed, Kevin’s body felt like a chilled corpse. He wasn’t running a fever but for some unknown reason he felt as if he had the flu. Everything he ate, no matter how good it tasted at the time, wound up circling the city sewer at some point. He couldn’t sleep and when he did sleep he was always fighting or chasing something, so he woke up exhausted.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
The harvest sun was beating down on Erik's neck as he walked down the street to the front of his building. He never understood why Mekayla's favorite season was Autumn. The weather was so unpredictable. In the morning you could see your breath in the air but come afternoon you want to put on shorts; it’s crazy.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
The screaming was incessant. No matter how far and how fast Brett ran from the alley he could still hear the screaming. Breathless and sweaty, he stopped and hunched over to catch his breath. He winced and turned back around heading toward the dark alley where he left Sadiah’s body. The screams became blood curdling the closer he came to her, so he covered his ears. Finally, he reached the space by the dumpster where he left her body and saw the tarp he covered her with. The screams were reverberating inside his body. He had to stop them. With his breath freezing up in the air her bent down and wrapped his hands around Sadiah's neck through the tarp. As he squeezed the screams became labored and Brett finally began to relax his grip. Suddenly two hands came from under the tarp and grabbed his wrists. The creature under the tarp overpowered Brett. In one swift motion he heard a cackling laugh and saw the tarp going over his own head. He attempted to scream but then realized that he the one suddenly out of breath. He gasped and clawed at the tarp over his face. The cackling laughter resonated in is eardrums and made a rhythm with his slowing heartbeat. He could only exhale, while he drifted from consciousness, listening to the cackling, which now sounded like a jazz saxophone.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Fiction
The Biggest Snub in Academy Award History…
I would be remiss if I didn’t take this time to mention that the “The 94th Academy Awards ceremony, presented by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences (AMPAS), will honor the best films released between March 1 and December 31, 2021, and is scheduled to take place at the Dolby Theatre in Hollywood, Los Angeles, California, on March 27, 2022,hosted by Amy Schumer, Wanda Sykes and Regina Hall “ (thanks, Wikipedia).
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Geeks