Photos From This Past Weekend

Friday night shenanigans. Photo #1. Credit: Friday, February 14, 2025. Tremaine L. Loadholt
Friday night shenanigans. Photo #2. Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Eel avocado roll and Shrimp Tempura roll. Saturday night’s dinner. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Such lovely smiles. Just look at all this joy! Saturday, February 15, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
My little Munchkin Man holding up his 2024-2025 basketball trophy. Saturday, February 15, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Caison accepting his trophy and a few words of encouragement and congratulations from his coach. Saturday, February 15, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Saturday morning workout photo. Progress is a beautiful thing. February 15, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Sunday morning workout photo. The grind is on my mind. February 16, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Isn’t this the sweetest face?! That’s my Jernee Timid . . . my favorite girl. Sunday, February 16, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Sunday dinner: Oven-baked cabbage. Sunday, February 16, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Sunday dinner: BBQ Pork belly. I don’t typically eat pork. However, I had a craving for it, so I have learned not to deny myself what I want, but to eat it in moderation when I have a certain craving. Sunday, February 16, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Sunday dinner: The complete meal. Sunday, February 16, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

The weekend always passes by so quickly. It’s as though it is trying to leave before we can tell it how much we love and need it. I think if I start giving it a bit more money to coax it to be my forever partner, it’ll probably stay put. I doubt it, though. It’s like a rolling stone–so many hats, so many homes outside of mine.

Have a fantastic week ahead, beautiful people! Peace and blessings!


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Home To Nowhere: Part V

Microfiction: Kazi’s confirmation

AI Generated Image of a Black man wearing a light-colored shirt with a kinky afro, bearded face, and centered in front of a blurry inner-city background. Created with Canva.

Kazi enters the house and finds his two favorite girls in the kitchen. Kimya looks distraught. Kelsey is in tears.

*This. Must. Be. The. Day.* He thinks to himself.

“She knows?”

“She does.”

“Everything?!”

Kimya breathes out an exasperated breath, shifts in the chair, and sighs before responding. “Yes . . . Yes, Kazi. Everything.”

Kazi looks over in Kelsey’s direction and hangs his head solemnly. What more can he do but provide a safe space for Kelsey at this moment?

“Come here, Kels. Come here, baby girl. I got you. I always got you.”


Part IPart IIPart III, & Part IV

Joy, Unspeakable Joy!

Please understand, that the following YouTube Shorts I am about to share are things that bring me so much joy. I love to see people dancing, enjoying themselves, and simply having a good time. I AM HERE FOR ALL OF THIS!

BAYBAY, whose wedding party is this?! Next time, I better get an invite!

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COME ON NOW! Yaaassss, Gawd!

The amount of times I’ve watched this should be an absolute crime! 😩😆😫
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Neck muscles working overtime, honey bunnies! Yaasss!!!

I don’t see any women in the mix, but I legit would have been standing on the sidelines cheering all of these beautiful men on; I am gathering it has to be a ceremonial celebration for and/or involving only men.

Happy Saturday, beautiful people!

Peace and blessings.

Photos From This Past Weekend

My new phone “understood the assignment.”

“Pretty in Pink”. Saturday, January 25, 2025. I was about to visit my mom in Greensboro, NC, for a few hours. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Pretty in Pink #2. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Sunday Morning Workout. January 26, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
My plant babies: Lyric, Kosmos, & Dora. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
My plant babies again. Sunday, January 26, 2025.
My “fake, outside plant babies.” They are not named since they aren’t real. Lol! Sunday, January 26, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
My other fake, outside plant baby. January 26, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Dirty Snow Mound & Jernee Timid. Sunday, January 26, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Zumi Tye is being mischievous per usual. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Sunday dinner: the veggies are kale, yellow & orange peppers, onions, and tomatoes.
The complete Sunday dinner: country fried steak, coconut Jasmine rice, and the veggies from in the pot above. Sunday, January 26, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

It was a lovely weekend. I’m glad I could truly enjoy spending time with my mom. I did quite a bit of reading, watered my plants, cooked, and loved on my personality-filled pets. Here’s hoping you had a great weekend, and that the week is being kind to you, too.


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Home To Nowhere: Part III

Microfiction: Kelsey’s Parents: Kimya & Kazi

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Kelsey’s parents, Kimya and Kazi, have given their lives to raising a beautiful, intelligent, God-fearing, encouraged-to-question, and free-thinking group of children. They are full of life, love, and determination. They don’t fear having hard discussions with their family, but this subject . . .wears them out.

Kimya was Kelsey’s birth mother, Leila’s best friend. Kelsey’s father, Kamal, was Kazi’s younger brother. When Leila found out she was pregnant, in true rejection form . . . Kamal broke up with her–denied the child–shunned Leila from that moment forward.

Kelsey was born. Leila asked Kimya and her boyfriend (at the time), Kazi to christen the baby as her godparents. They vowed to do whatever they could to care for Kelsey if needed.

Shortly after Kelsey was four months old, Leila took her life. Kamal, finding out the news two days later, took his. Kimya and Kazi stepped in: a best friend–a brother–godparents–parents.

Kelsey would be theirs. They would raise her as theirs. She would know true, unconditional, and undeniable love. And she has.

The day they both dreaded is here.


Part I and Part II