Tanea Hill
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T. Hill Resolution
T. Hill Resolution Calvin Klein runways with mellow catwalk tunes in Italy, would indeed be the best New Year’s Resolution ever. Seriously, my horizons would be expanded if I could quietly sail down Holland’s Rhine rivers, or take a tour of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Of course this is a girls dream, but in reality a different type of New Year’s resolution is needed. This year for my New Year’s resolution, I have decided to get more sleep and relaxation. I have decided to take a break from working and stay home more. I have decided to feel the paint on the wall, polish all the wood fixtures and feather dust the picture frames and lampshades. I have decided to eat real breakfast food at the dinette table and have a silent cup of coffee or mild joe. I have decided to explore and enjoy my wonderful apartment space and read more books. To look out the window and catch snow flurries and sunshine. To make more trips to my local supermarkets, instead of eating chinese takeout. Perhaps I could plant pink tulips, and dark purple flowers with lavender lips in the spring. Or maybe catch a few day parties and drink hot cocoa for a few hours this winter. I mean Columbian hot cocoa with whip cream and butter finger pieces on top and crumb cakes on a porcelain plate. Perhaps I might meet a hot guy who rocks so many jewelry pieces and iced out bling that he is too irresistible for all of the girls around him. I imagine that if I meet this guy, we could go shopping on Saturday mornings and have one designated time during the week for dinner dates. Perhaps we could discuss music art and love, and make out on the couch from time to time. I mean I imagine he would be so gorgeous and brown with the deepest hair waves ever. Perhaps he would buy me a beautiful white Persian cat for the window sill that has snotty behavior and refuses to eat cheap cat food. Or perhaps he would buy me a barking Chihuahua for the living room with a circular poodle pillow, that wiggles when he bites. Perhaps during the day we may indulge in Netflix movies that are filled with suspense. This is all just a fantasy for now.
By Tanea Hill2 years ago in Motivation
The Southern Boy
The Southern Boy The boy from the south wanted me to understand the importance of wheat, germs, and fibers. He wanted me to understand that without grass, nothing would flourish, nothing would blossom, and nothing would be sought after. I needed to understand the importance of the maker, not just the outcomes. Without the maker, we would have nothing he said!! He yelled, now put your clothes back on and cover your body before it’s too late!!. Cover your body before pestilence and decay enters you! I protested this reasoning! I felt youthful and sexy! I wanted to be a trophy! I wanted to be the girl who oiled her shoulders, and wore strapless dresses, while walking the backwoods of Tennessee. I protested against him and insisted that his reasoning was no longer justifiable. That I could be beautiful even during our walks in the backwoods of Tennessee. I imagined the dirt road being the Las Vegas Strip. I imagined the barn owls being Flamingos. I imagined the horses being racehorses. I looked into the hot sun on the Tennessee dirt road, and imagined lovemaking in the hay. Suddenly I was interrupted by the southern boy! Put your clothes back on and cover your body before pestilence and decay enters you!! I protested his reasoning, but he did not flinch! He felt my reasoning’s made no sense at all. That I was just a poor dame amongst the horses. That I needed again to be watched over and protected from pestilence and decay. The Southern Boy laid the blanket in the grass. He opened the crochet basket and asked me, when was the last time I had eaten. He looked me in my eyes and gave me a naughty stare. I insisted I had never eaten in my life. That I just wanted to be something special with my shoulders out. Suddenly a barn owl flew past and startled us. The Southern boy would not budge. He had insisted that I had eaten many, many, times before. I denied his theory, that he could check before our arrangements. That if my arrangement was not valid, then there would be no arrangement. The Southern boy looked me in my eye. I watched his pupil turn black. He began to discuss my acquaintance with Bill. Many times I have seen you at Bill’s under the sun and outside the porch he said. And ain’t no kids anywhere in sight. I protested his reasoning!!.That Bill had several acquaintance’s and had given birth to a baby girl whom I bathe, while he works on cars. The Southern boy moved closer. He squeezed my hands and pushed my pinky finger back. He yelled in my ear!! You have had many acquaintances, now tell the truth. I screamed, yes I was one of Bill’s acquaintances, but he made it right with another girl!! And I made it right with you!! No you have not made it right with me, because you won’t cover your body before pestilence and decay enters you. I have no pestilence or decay I said!! You can test my arrangements. Me and Bill only sat on the porch, we never laid down no place. He replied angrily, Bill has a lot of acquaintance’s who sit on his porch, and lay down too! Tell me, have you eaten? He squeezed my hand! No, me and Bill only sat on the porch, we ain’t never laid down no where. Alright then, no more prepping Bill’s baby, and no more lemonade afterwards. I protested and responded, I can’t leave Bills baby, he has to work on cars and bring home a loaf! Fine then, I will come along everyday. Would you like that! Of course I would like that. Ok then after we are done prepping BilI's baby, we will have lemonade on the porch, without Bill. Ok, and after that we will lay down together everyday for the rest of our lives. His pupil turned black as he placed a wedding ring on my finger. I opened the basket and began to eat the wheat crackers with cheese and tuna. When I looked to my left, I saw the barn owl watching.
By Tanea Hill2 years ago in Fiction
Five Days of Visions, and Love
Five Days of Visions, and Love A vision was sent to me about what it meant to have real love. In the vision, I seen many aspects, circumstances, compromises, and adjustments. I seen sorrow, agony, and heartache. On the first night of the vision, I was awaken by a older women and a little boy, who was being read a bedtime story. The older women was a caucasian, upbeat women in her 60’s. Her hair length, medium, blonde and feathered . Her hair was slightly uneven, and thinned in the back, like she was undergoing stress. She wore a nice, rose pink blouse, with slight cleavage and some navy blue, Calvin Klein Jeans. Across the room you could see her beige, leather, high heel pumps, laying on the floor. Her body smelled of vanilla perfume fragrance. She tucked the little African American boy under her bosom, as she began to read him a bedtime story. I turned to the women and asked her if she could leave. She turned to me and replied, that I no longer live here, and that it was bedtime for her adopted son. I insisted that she had mistaken my home for her home. She turned to me with tight, clenched, ruby red lips. She grabbed her reading glasses and responded by saying “I would never choose you over my black, adopted son. I love him, more than anything in the world”.
By Tanea Hill2 years ago in Humans
Exclamations, Declarations and Sensations!!
Exclamations, sensations and declarations!! I worked at entering the cortex, cerebrums, and messaging centers that guide responses! I worked at delivering sentences with expressions that drive activity in the brain! I worked to engage the reader! Once this occurred I felt at ease, I felt at home! Writing was my home where I stored my luggage of thoughts! Writing was my home where I cooked up creativity, for breakfast, lunch and dinner! Writing was my home where I showered myself everyday with words, verbs, nouns, and adjectives! Often, I spent hours engaging in writing until I could make it home. Hours in research, and then conclusions until I could make it home. Hours in understanding and reasoning until I could make it home. Writing is my home!!!
By Tanea Hill3 years ago in Poets
Life as a food service worker
It’s always the after effects I think. I mean the place is filled with beauty, but the after effects of the work place is my fulfillment. When I was hired to work in food service at the hospital, I was thrilled. I mean, there was this beautiful eight hour orientation in a greenhouse type room. All of the new hires watched the presentation projector closely, because we knew a test would be given shortly after. I became so excited when I learned the hospital I was working for, was ranked number one for some of the surgeries they performed worldwide. I was honored to be given a chance to be in such a prestigious place. Shortly after orientation, I was issued a badge, I mean a real work badge. The first day of work, I swiped my badge and went through the door. I passed the receptionist desk and went up the elevator to the second floor. When I entered the bagel shop it was so busy and high volume on my first day, I immediately offered assistance to my co- workers. On my first day, I hung around stations asking my co-workers question like, do you need me to slice bagels? Brew coffees? Pass out orders? Do you need me to work at the cash register? After months and then years, I shifted from a frontline cashier in the bagel shop, to a cafeteria floater and a sandwich maker. I began to love the outcomes or after effects I say, of the cafeteria, after closing. The beautiful fully stocked soda coolers. The freshly stocked milk, and yogurt coolers. Beautiful ripe banana baskets filled to the brim at every cashier stations. Fully stocked potato chips on the shelves. Sub sandwiches with visible pricing. The after effects of a high volume cafeteria is what moves me when I work. I gain so much satisfaction after closing. There is also crazy satisfaction at the bagel shop. Once the sandwich line is put back together, it resembles a beautiful garden on one side and a whipping section filled with cream cheeses and cheddar cheeses on the other side. I love the fresh, beautiful lettuce and juicy red tomatoes.
By Tanea Hill3 years ago in Motivation
The Cliffs and the Ponds
When I ride past the frozen pond in the wintertime, I get the feeling of family fun. I mean so much fun. Only none of us are brave enough to confront the frozen pond that sits across the street from our family home in Sugar Brook. The pond that sits beneath the Cliffs condominium, a place where my Auntie always daydreamed about living in without her children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews. The frozen pond separated and illustrated two definitions of suburban life. Once the frozen pond was reached, a suburban neighborhood for families was left behind and a bachelor and bachelorette lifestyle began. The pond held up tons of condominiums and single suburban apartments above. These particular condo’s and apartments had different living arrangements. Meaning couples and single occupants. On one side of the street sat condo’s and apartments. On the other side residential houses. When I was young, I often visit my uncle in Oakbrook. When I entered the apartment complex, the apartments were decorated with beautiful thin wooden planks. The apartments had a very nice mixture of brown delicate woods. Often, people rented there and commuted to Detroit everyday. The apartment complex was very well lit and sat near condominiums which had a pond near by. Far deep beneath the condominiums was a beautiful river water front, which encouraged people to live there even more. During the wintertime, I could see a glare of light from the street lights. During the summer when the pond was thawed, tons of ducks would swarm the area looking for bread crumbs and other foods. Fisherman’s could be seen nearby at the riverfront in boats and at the edge of the river. During the summer when the pond was thawed, I would engage in barbecues with my family. Afterwards, I would cross the street and head towards my best friends. Me and my best friend never mentioned the pond. We never talked about the different world I experienced. She never knew that I had witnessed a whole different way of life. I never told her about the ducks, the ponds, the fisherman’s and the back seat rides in the Mercedes station wagons with my cousins. The reason is because to me, it was a different world of space. After I left my uncle’s bachelor pad and I crossed the street, me and my best friend proceeded to Sugar Brooke Park where our friends were. We then proceeded to our favorite corner store Dairy Mart, to load up on snacks. I loved the hostess honey buns, and Mamba’s. My best friend loved Cheetos and Skittles. We would make the corner store walk through a sandy pathway trail in 20 minutes. As soon as we got back to the playground we opened our Faygo sodas and gazed across the way at another suburban apartment complex, Lake in the Woods. Me and my best friend would often play all day until the streets light came on and then we would sprint out of the circle and back to our homes. All my childhood when I pass the frozen pond in my uncle’s Mercedes station wagon, a fun feeling came over me. I knew that when I got home, my favorite poodle Sergio would bark in the window as we pulled up. My aunt’s famous chili with steak pieces would be waiting. After I passed the pond in the Mercedes station wagon, a fun feeling would come over me. I would dash in the house and drop my back pack in the living room. I would search through all the blankets in their basement, for my sleeping bag. I would run across the street to my best friends for some hot chocolate and apple cider. Shortly after we would share homework assignments and watch television.
By Tanea Hill3 years ago in Families
Hip Hop Concert during the Summer of 1999
Strobe lights and neon green lights, waved in and out of my face like magic wands during the Hot Boys concert in Detroit. It was the summer of 1999 and I was ready for fun. This would be my first hip hop concert in years. That night, one of my good friends in the crowd, vowed to jump the stage and twerk for backstage tickets with some guy from magnolia. I was so hyped, I almost forgot that I was wearing a short dress with some high heels. I had a spiked, 14 inch ponytail, with a china doll bang. When the green light beamed across my face, you could see the glare on my hair from oil sheen and pump it up spritz. My eyebrows were arched and my eyes were accented with eyeshadow. My lip gloss was thick and clear. When the smog cleared, I caught a glimpse of some Hot Boys from magnolia. I knew that it was a step up, but then again I could handle the outsiders from magnolia. The look outs, I call them. Anyhow, after daydreaming about the magnolia boys and admiring some of their gold teeth, bird chest and baggy jeans, the main act started. Suddenly, the stage got dark, a green beam of light like a wand, waved in my face. The crowd got hype and the Hot Boys main act began. The crowd opened their cell phones and flicked their lighters. During the intermission, the Hot Boys had a twerking contest. My good friend jumped on stage with cute jeans on. Next thing I know, she disappeared and the lights dimmed. The smell of marijuana over powered the crowd and blended in with the fog. The green light beamed across my face. Hot sweat evaporated from our bodies, and into the crowd. A guy from the Eastside of Detroit started jitten during the second intermission. I instantly fell in love with his swag, while he danced in the circle. More boys joined him as they took turns doing the native dance of Detroit.
By Tanea Hill3 years ago in Beat
The Steel Bull Statue
I am reminded every day that life is full of gambles. The trademark statue of a steel copper bull in the Financial District, always pushes me back into reality about why working is a privilege. The privilege of being a boutique worker instead of a average energy representative that goes door to door and get’s signature. Somehow, I had pushed my way into a male dominated area without the full credentials. Every morning I was privileged to pass the steel bull in the financial district and be motivated constantly. I mean, I would wait in long Starbucks lines as if my salary was six figures. And then instead of buying nutritious foods, I would go to Wendy’s for lunch and get a four for four value meal. I had the privilege of wearing nice attires and walking big stone dead end roads with patio covered tables outside. I had the privilege of engaging in book reading, and yogurt eating. Of course, I was not the six figure bread winner who worked on wall street, but I still passed the steel bull like everyone else. The first time I encountered the steel bull statue, I attended a hyped up meeting with 30 other attendees. The session lasted for two hours with tons of open interviews regarding energy door to door sales and sign up procedures.
By Tanea Hill3 years ago in Journal
Marigold Flowers and the Perfume Counter
The day I paid attention to the marigold posters at the perfume counters, is the day I realized I was in love. I sniffed Carolina Herrera scent and wondered if he would sit with me on the couch during the day party this Saturday in NYC. I would cross my legs in my denim midi open front skirt, that hung above my ankles. I would wear a open cleavage button less silk blouse, with lengthy arms and wide cuffs, that hung under my fingertips and into my palms. I would block out all the noise and would pretend I was rich in knowledge, while basically speaking on the irrelevant. We would enjoy hot apple cider drinks, while lounging on a purple velour couch, with orange velour triangles and yellow circles. I would sway to the side, with one foot on the dusty, cement ground. He would slide his velour loafer across the cement and fix his fedora hat. Our gestures would indicate limitations and we knew as soon as we made it home, we would hide our flaws. I would clean my room and seal my lipsticks and mascara’s. He would make his bed and find his remote control.
By Tanea Hill3 years ago in Confessions
Animated Movies and The Great White Shark
Sharks in animated movies take on several roles. Often they are considered evil predators and enemies that must be defeated. They also act as rescuers in animated movies who must rescue there friends from the evil enemies of the world.
By Tanea Hill3 years ago in Earth
My crazy day at the gym!!
I will never forget the day I went to work out at the gym. I was so excited about the free membership that I had received online. Besides the free membership, I chose this gym because it was in my downtown area in a shopping plaza, and was filled with other stores and businesses I could go to. I wanted to workout and hit the library, the beauty salon, dairy queen, and the grocery store. I was so excited, I pulled up to the parking lot and proceeded to walk to the gym. Suddenly, a bomb squad pulled up and made a announcement over the bull horn. Nobody move, everyone please stand where they are, there is a suspicious white powder on a brown paper package in the area!! It may be arsenic poison or anthrax.
By Tanea Hill3 years ago in Fiction