Peggy Whitaker
Bio
If you change your mind, you change your destiny. I'm Peggy Whitaker and I write mostly about romance. I recently wrote two books. One titled "Straddling Fences, and Straight Women/Gay World. My children are twins rappers TFT.
Stories (7/0)
The Shot
The Shot I grew up with parents who were born from the South. The state of Alabama to be exact! Anyone who have relatives from the south know that they started and still believe in following traditions. One set of people who won’t do anything they don’t believe is Black folks. I am a Black and proud black female who is grounded in tradition because it was the way my parents raised me. Traditional ways of doing things can be good it helps to keep you from going toward the crazy. My father was a hardworking man and he moved to New York to make a better life for his self and my mother. Inside our house we still live by the old ways. On Sunday we have a family dinner. That means everyone sits together at the dinner table and eat together. As I learn to live in New York some of my parent’s tradition started to make me waiver on a few of them. I mean there were so many. Don’t sweep after six or the witch will come to your house. Don’t leave your hat lying on the table or bed because you will die soon. Don’t sweep the broom over your feet because you will go to jail. If you sweep over your feet spit on your shoes and then the spell will be broken. Everyone should know that every year you have to cook black eyed peas, rice, collards and some others before or after the New Year in order to insure you be prosperous in the new year. It was very serious for my parents. A black cat passed in front of my father one day as we were on our way home. My father turned the car around and went another way just to avoid passing the cat. That is how serious it was for my parents.
By Peggy Whitaker2 years ago in Confessions
Pack of Wolves
Pack of wolves Stephen grabs Mrs. Novack garbage cans and lifted it up and unto the lever to pull it up. She didn’t leave any extra boxes or other items so he rolled her cans back inside her gate. She’s and elderly lady he didn’t mind helping her. He turns to get back in his truck and hears a noise. It came from the back of the house. He moved over to look back there to see if Mrs. Novack was in the back. He didn’t see anyone so he attempted to get back to his truck. There was another sound he couldn’t identify it. It was still early and was not fully light yet. He decided to walk to the back to see if Mrs. Novack might need his help with something. He got out his flashlight from the back of his truck. He had to hit it on the side of his leg to get it to come on. The battery must be dying he thought. He walked to the back and pointed it toward the back. There isn’t anything back here convince it was nothing he turns to leave. He then he hears tree branches cracking. Something was in the woods. He pointed the flashlight towards the woods and spread the light through the trees the woods and saw eyes. He had almost passed over it until he heard a low growl. He looked around for the eyes and spots them he could see them more clearly the animal had moved forward. He pointed the flashlight directly at the animal and could see it now. The animal was enormous. It was as tall as him and had red eyes. He tried to keep calm. “Woah their buddy.” He moves back slowly. He prays he can get back to his truck and leave. As he moves back slowly the animal move slowly towards him. As it moves forward, he could see it more clearly it was a wolf no doubt in his mind. What was he going to do? He has a weapon but it was in his truck. From the corner of his eye, he could see his truck a few feet away. He keeps moving back slowly and then he thought he would make a run for it when he thought he was close enough to get to his truck. The animal walks out and lower its head while barring its teeth. He turns to make a run for it. He didn’t make it far because when he look back the animal was in the air and headed his way. The animal landed on his check and had him on the ground. He held up both his hands. The wolf grabs his shoulder with its teeth and then everything went black.
By Peggy Whitaker2 years ago in Fiction
Stranger Danger
Stranger Danger Keya shook her head she had to stop thinking about the funeral of her grandfather. He was gone and she was now alone. She was only twenty-one years old and she was independent. Grandpa made sure she was left with everything she needed. He taught her everything she knows on raising the farm. That part of death she could handle it’s the other part where she had to learn how to survive without him. Grandpa gave her two dogs which she regards them as best friends. Black and Blackie been with her since they were small pups. Grandpa talk to them and taught them things like hunting, and how to be quiet when strangers were around to attack them. She knew they would hurt anyone who would try to hurt her. The two of them acted like they understood grandpa when he uses to talk to them. She could hear her grandpa now “Gal you can’t get nothing done by being scared. Shake it off and get going!” Otis T pain never beat around the bush and didn’t care to be cuddled. He grew her up to be the same stand up for yourself. She could shoot, catch rabbit and any other game by the age of thirteen. Her mom died when she was born and she never knew her father. The animals needed feeding and she knew she better get up and do so because there wasn’t no one else to do it.
By Peggy Whitaker2 years ago in Fiction
Being Gay no longer has to be a secret
I have often said to a lot of my gay friends that I think there needs to be more open communication on how their half live. The gay community seem so afraid someone is going to ask question that they might not have and answer to. They are afraid to be ridiculed. They are so afraid others may judge them. Suck it up people! Communication is the only way to normalcy. Gay people use some traditions but their is no book on how to live as a gay couple. Being gay there is no format on how gay families conduct themselves in any type of relationship. I would like to see more relatable stories base on gay relationship and everyday daily situation so we can relate and share stories. We need to see the good, the bad and the ugly in gay families, gay relationships, gay dating, gay romance, and any other question straight people may have about gay people. Gay can no longer be kept as a well kept secret because we have people who need to be held responsible for unacceptable behavior.
By Peggy Whitaker2 years ago in Pride
little black book
The Little Black Book It’s dark and quiet out here behind these bushes, Tatum looks down at the little boy she hopes that the child will be okay. Her mistress gave her one order and that was to get rid of the child. Her mistress Lady Antoinette has been having an intimate relationship with the dark and handsome servant Charles. The Duke was unable to have sex and she uses her servant as her way of getting intimacy. After all, she was very young when the duke married her barely sixteen and he was over sixty. Tatum is the mistress’s loyal servant and in return, the mistress allows her certain things that other servants weren’t allowed. A better bedchamber and better food are two of the best perks. The mistress didn’t expect to become pregnant. She would not allow this child to mess up her situation. She was built small so it wasn’t difficult to hide the pregnancy until the last couple of months. When she reached her last stage of pregnancy, she decided to live in the country alone in her last month to have the child. She did not want the child because her husband could not have children. He has cancer down there and he would know that the child was not his. She had the child painfully and after it is born, she immediately sends for her faithful servant Tatum to come near. She trusted Tatum to get rid of the child immediately. Tatum looks down at the child at this very moment and felt sorry for him. She was squatting in a nearby bush in front of the orphanage. She was going to leave the child in front of the door with the belongings the mistress gave to her to leave with him. It was five in the morning she didn't see anyone; she walks over to the door and places the basket with the child in front of the door. She lay the bag beside him with a note. She knocks on the door and runs back behind the bushes. When she saw the nun take the child she left and went back into the darkness.
By Peggy Whitaker3 years ago in Humans
Good Deeds
Good Deed You every wonder what the world will look like when you become and elderly person? Think about it for a moment. The natural things we do every day to exist and navigate around the world become difficult to do. Things like seeing things clearly, walking, getting to any destination independently. Waking up and dressing yourself become exhausting. Being unable to physically to go to the store and get groceries, clean up your own home and the list could go on. My good deed is something I do everyday and it is the what makes me excited about life. That is taking care of people who find themselves unable to do the necessary things to survive. I work elderly patients daily. I often say to myself and it has been said to me if you want to know how a person feels put yourself in their position. I do that daily when I think of how we age.
By Peggy Whitaker3 years ago in Motivation
I'm A Healthcare Worker
As a healthcare worker you don't always see the rewards in what you do. I don't have a trophy or even get and honorable mention from my superiors but I know the reward comes from a place no one can see. It is inside me the way it makes me feel so wonderful to know that my skills as a nurse assistant helps people to start the healing and to help them to go forward. It only take so little really just to hold a hand, or listen to them and let them know everything is going to be alright. I have worked as a Certified Nurse Assistant for nearly twenty-four years so I have seen the changes through the different patients and staff. The most important part of my job is the relationship that I build when meeting patients. You hope that they are comfortable and are willing to trust me from my approach. It's a vulnerable place for a person to allow you to do something for them and trust you will do it with thoughtfully. Nothing prepared me for the emotional battle I had to encounter as I deal with the Covid-19 pandemic.
By Peggy Whitaker3 years ago in Journal
