The Farewell Party
People were dressed in their finest outfits. The spread looked amazing; a grazing table covered in delicatessens, a sweets table that all of the family had pitched in to create. And an array of afternoon tea platters, sandwiches and quiches were being taken around to guests. Everyone had really gone all out for the farewell party.
Black Girl, You are Beautiful
My 3 year old daughter Poppy has so many toys: stuffed animals, superheroes, teddy bears, dinosaurs, cars and the dolls, oh my goodness. We have enough dolls for all of the kids in the neighbourhood. One thing I always encourage is my daughter playing with coloured dolls.
Praying to God, he’d stay on for longer than those 8 seconds, Reuben held onto the ornamental clasp at the end of his bolo tie, it was his mama’s. As he held onto the rose covered clasp he asked his mama for guidance, a ritual he did each time he was about to enter the arena and he had worn it every day since her passing.
Waiting to Go Home
Looking down on the surface of the old Mother Earth, we are coming up to Extraction Zone 401. The latest band of extracts are being rounded up by the Dollarzen Troops. When it is their time, you see them run to and fro much like mouse scattering and scurrying from their captors.
I want to tell you about my Great Grandmother Woo. Her name was Mary Wason nee Congoo but everyone called her Woo. She was a beautiful Chinese, Aboriginal woman from Far North Queensland Australia and she was the sweetest little lady you could have ever had the privilege of meeting. Woo was my mother's mother's mother. If you had ever been loved by my Woo Woo, you didn't need to look for it anywhere else.
Painting Away Depression
Like many people who are lost when it comes to dealing with difficulties in their lives, sometimes it's as if I'm not even in control of my own life. It's these days where I change my hair. I started cutting my hair since I was 4 years old. When all other things around me seem to go awry, my hair is the only thing I can control, so I change it.
The Quiet One
If you asked my friends today what kind of music I would relate to, they would most likely point you in the direction of country music and Disney songs. But growing up as a teenager with the thought that I was misunderstood and alone, my music choices were quite different. Every day I was asked “You’re only young, what do you have to be depressed about?” Each person who thought they knew me would tell me how good a life I had and I should have been very happy. Again, just more and more people who didn’t really know me at all, they just wanted me to be who or what they wanted me to be. They weren’t listening to me, just telling me.