Skittlez Sneed
Bio
I am a single 40+ mother of three that has kept her dreams on hold for too long
Stories (3/0)
My Favorite Place
There is no speed control on the recliner so I have to gradually lay back into a comfortable position. Until I get to this place everything is a rush, hurry and go from here to there and quickly do that. The sound of the recliner slowly taking pressure off of every aching part of my body is like a lullaby to my thoughts. By the time it reclines completely, my thoughts are at rest and the worries of the day have almost disappeared. I close my eyes just for a few second and I am transformed from a world filled with worry and stress to my own world of no worries. Each element in this space has its own story.
By Skittlez Sneed3 years ago in Families
The Day the World Stopped
"Oh today is gonna be another busy day for me, so pick your sister up from school for me" I yelled to my half-awake daughter as I hurried out the door. I had to leave home an hour before my scheduled arrival time because traffic was always hectic during the week and I had to stop to get breakfast. I have this routine down packed, I have been running this rat race for years. I was headed to get breakfast and listening to Steve Harvey in the morning. I felt the side eyes as I laughed at Nephew Tommy and his prank call. People were so uptight they didn't value a good laugh anymore. I didn't care though, I needed my daily dose of laughter to make it through the day. I ordered my usual breakfast and some how was able to squeeze breakfast, morning car meditation, and a prayer call all in on my forty-five minute commute to work.
By Skittlez Sneed4 years ago in Families
#metoo
I didn’t have a story to tell until I heard her story. The #metoo movement had just begun to take shape and no matter how many times I saw or heard it I couldn’t sympathize. Growing up my parents were extra careful with me about everything. They had me late in life and after several miscarriages, so they were very strict. I hate it how strice they were until now because I didn’t have a story; so her story became a story.
By Skittlez Sneed4 years ago in Viva