You ever seen a woman so beautiful that you'd do almost anything to have her? Come on, fellas. Don't lie. You have. And boy, do I have a story to share.
The Silver Tongue Devil.
My Zen playlist? Whew, don't get me started. This playlist I typically listen to while I clean up or when I'm doing a bit of writing, but my favorite is when I'm driving places late in the day. I don't know what it is about night drives, but it's when I'm at my calmest. I guess it's because no one is on the road, no traffic, the stars, that sort of thing. I was going to put all the various soothing songs that I listen to, but I wanted to do something different.
A little too Vocal?
My embarrassing moment may have just been an unintentional promotion for this website. I cringe at the thought. I was going to use something from my childhood, teenaged years, that sort of thing, but that's expected during that age. Those don't bother me.
Dear Donna, I will forever be grateful for July 17th, 1950, because the strongest black woman I know was born. I wish I could've used a baby picture of you to match the first sentence. For some reason, I can't find any of yours. You must’ve hidden them. Haha. Anyway...
Good Cop, Bad Cop!
You’ve finally finished every episode of Law and Order. You’re such a crime show junkie that you’ve rewatched every episode twice. Each episode beginning with a horrific murder, some that may be too graphic for the average liking.
Midnight. A young woman sits bundled underneath her nightgown on her large L shaped couch, watching her new husband, Brandon, bring their two separate bowls of large buttered popcorn.
I will never forget that day. I was three weeks out of my surgery that took place on January 7th 2020. Jaw surgery to correct my bite. God, it was the worst thing in history for me at the time. I was forced to have my mouth wired shut for three weeks and had to stay on a liquid diet for that entire span. Soup went from delicious to, “Oh my God. If I eat this again, i’m going to throw up.” I couldn’t brush my teeth. I couldn’t sleep properly. My face still had a bit of swelling. On the 25th, my surgeon said that my wires could come off. Finally, it’s over! For celebration, me and my mother planned to celebrate the next day by having brunch at our favorite spot in Warren.
“Geez,” Lana whines, stepping over mounted items. “Dad was such a neat freak. I’m surprised he never cleaned the attic out.”