Photos From This Past Weekend

Saturday morning capture: Basement flowers. Saturday, April 05, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Saturday morning workout. Saturday, April 05, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Caison hustling for the ball during his soccer game. Saturday, April 05, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Just a little hustle toward the ball. Caison Michael. Saturday, April 05, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Caison Michael: running down the field after scoring their team’s first goal! Saturday, April 5, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
A bit of hustle never hurts anyone. Lol. Saturday, April 5, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
THEY WON! 3-1. Good game! Saturday, April 05, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
I finished reading this book Sunday evening. It is a light read with an overall positive feel. I’ve reviewed it on both Amazon and Goodreads. Sunday, April 06, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Oh nothing . . . when you drop 19 lbs, you can’t help but admire yourself. LOL. Sunday, April 06, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Another breakfast photo of Zumi Tye. If Zuse isn’t eating, it’s sleeping. LOL! Sunday, April 06, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
The Birthday Girl had to nap after all the excitement of the birthday, which was one extra walk and a bit of playing with Mommy inside. Sunday, April 06, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
17 looks EXTREMELY good on her! The Birthday Girl once again while we were out for our Sunday morning walk. Sunday, April 06, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Sunday dinner: baked chicken, roasted Brussels sprouts, and chicken & herbs rice. Sunday, April 06, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

Every weekend is a gift. I am enjoying each one as they’re handed down to me, and I look forward to them now so much more than before. I hope this week will be kind to all of you!


Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

Peace and blessings!

Cousins

NaPoWriMo #6 An Acrostic Poem

My Little Munchkin Man, Caison Michael, and me. Saturday, April 05, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

carefree and happy in the glowing sun
our bond is an unbreakable one
united at every turn by blood and genes
safe in my arms – even as he ages
incredibly handsome – puts a smile on my face
never taken for granted
sure of his love for me — today and forevermore


Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

last-minute CPA search

NaPoWriMo #4

AI-Generated Image: A Black man with a dark purple long-sleeve, buttoned shirt is woefully sitting at a table shuffling papers. A calculator is off in the distance and books are on a desk behind him. The image is matched with a dark tan background.

found a CPA at the last minute who hasn’t
retired yet . . . he’s doing my taxes.

he asked for five things.
I provided those and two more.
I am an overachiever.

I just underachieved this inevitably
dreadful occurrence this year.

next year will be different.


Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet? 

I recently signed up to write for Substack as well. My first post, “I Said I Wouldn’t Do It” is live, and my second post “Unknowingly Inviting a Beast to Dinner” was published Wednesday morning. I welcome your visit.

a terror within

NaPoWriMo #2

I’ve never defeated the terror within . . .
I fight it and fight it and fight it, yet – its
presence is still a drumming obstacle
I cannot clear.

if I signal peace and strength, one
usually defeats the other, but this
“beast of burden” carries on inside
me like it owns the place.

I am at its mercy whether I want to
be or not.


Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet? I recently signed up to write for Substack as well. My first post, “I Said I Wouldn’t Do It” is live. I welcome your visit.

a sustainable love

Mook’s birthday poem

a sustainable love: Mook’s Birthday Poem created with Canva.

I haven’t always been my best self
but who has?
you have been by my side:
trustworthy, steadfast, honest, and sure.
I wouldn’t want anyone else
doing this battling life with me.

over two decades have passed, and we’re still
standing – still lending listening ears – still
comforting each other when peace
is interrupted.
we have gained more than we lost.

our lives have been touched by the
beauty of growth and we are walking
up immeasurable ladders of time – patience
tested at every turn, yet we stand.

if ever a war enters your realm, I will
be ready to unleash a wrath
no one saw coming.


I am certain, if you have been reading my work for years, you’ve seen many poems written about and for Mook. Today is her birthday, and I am blessed beyond measure to still know, still love, still be able to look at this woman and say, “Hey! That’s my best friend, and I will go to war for her!” Because I will. Happy Birthday, boo! May it be everything you want and need it to be from this moment and for all to come.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

spinning (again)

there is no peace now
one person has damaged us
our higher ups f a i l e d
a meeting brought out our beasts
an unsolved problem lingers


On Thursday, March 27, 2025, we received an email from HR about their “investigation”, and I’ll simply say it was a waste of my time. So, I spoke with the center manager of the site where I am placed, and she’ll be working on creating a job for me so I can stay at the facility.

But she’s already said if I’m not doing the genetic testing for cancer screening, she doesn’t want the testing and company connected to it there anymore.

These people have forgotten that I was an employee at the site where they placed me for over 2 years. Upper Management loves me. The staff love me. I interact well with the patients. I am a valuable asset and they know this.

So, prayerfully, I’ll be putting my notice in with my current company in the next month, maybe two, at the latest. And it may not even be that long. The beauty of it all is that I get to stay at a facility where I feel at home because of my history there.

The center manager is going to start getting things going early next week. She was off yesterday and will be off again on Monday. I am prayerful she will be able to iron out all kinks with those in positions above her to keep me there. After she explains what has taken place, I am sure their organization will want to detach themselves from my current company.

My co-worker will be working with her center as well. Her center manager is doing the same thing for her. Our other co-worker has a great rapport with her previous job. She simply wanted to try something new. So she can return there.

And it’s best for us because yesterday, Friday, March 28, 2025, we had another meeting with our supervisor and a rep from HR was on the call – they wanted to monitor us. And the supervisor has no wherewithal of what she’s done wrong, just ignorant, and must’ve thought we were going to just sit there and take her power point explanation and the act of trying to gaslight us.

NOPE! She got her hind-end handed to her professionally by all three of us. We came correct in our interaction with her and called out her lies while holding in our anger and forcing ourselves to be polite under the active re-triggering we had all been subjected to.

She said something offensive that truly struck a chord in me and before I knew it, I was breaking her down like IKEA furniture, and my younger co-worker (she’s in her early 20s) said to me, “As soon as you started talking and using all them big words, I know you lost them cuz it went over their heads, but I was listening, and I was like, “YES, TRE!” Needless to say, she was proud of me.

I am proud of both of them because we have endured an event in the workplace we never wanted to and now the damage is done. Our image of Human Resources is sullied and is forever etched in our minds as a department WE (women of color; Black women) cannot trust.


spinning (the beginning)