Leaving a Gaslighter Where They Should Be . . . Alone.

A Book Review

Pieces of Me by Maggie Watson. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

I started reading this book directly after The Keeper of the Key by Nicole Willson, and I read about fifteen pages then. I wanted to start fresh the next day without remnants of gothic horror on my brain, and this is what I did. I like to give the books I read my full attention. This occurrence was no different.

I will never understand the mind of an abuser. I will never know how someone can knowingly attempt to damage another. Maggie shares a bit of her experience through poetry in Pieces of Me, and reading through some of the poems . . . I know it took courage to do so.

Here is the review I shared on Amazon and Goodreads for it:

“It Takes Courage To Free One’s Pain

And then share it with the world. That is exactly what Maggie Watson has done with her collection of poetry, Pieces of Me.

There are many poems within this collection I could highlight, and since I am old-school, I literally highlighted phrases and made comments/notes in the margins.

Reading one’s triumph over their abuser in the form of poetry is a testimonial experience. I felt as though I was watching the writer release her pain with every poem shared.

Starting off slow, a few of the poems in the first section didn’t hit me nearly as hard as the poems in the second and last section. But I most definitely felt something–it stirred up emotions within me I thought had been buried.

I commend the writer for being vulnerable enough to share with the world a traumatic life-event that didn’t ruin her outlook on how she lives, but instead gave her the strength to fully live.”

If it were up to me, the world would be rid of abusers in every form. A book of poems such as Pieces of Me should not have to be written. Still, I am glad the writer/author shared her experience as a form of testimony and also included other instances not directly linked to her that so many people have experienced.

The world in which we live is a horrible place under the surface. But there is always a spark, a glimmer, a modicum of love and care waiting to spring forth. I believe Maggie wants that for everyone–love springing forth. And I also believe her writing will help facilitate that.

Saturday Six Word Story Prompt: Struggle

Prompt for Week #122 January 25, 2025 – January 31, 2025

Title: Politically Assassinated

Six Words: Four more y e a r s of undeniable struggle.

It’s time for Shweta Suresh’s Saturday Six Word Story Prompt! This week’s theme is “Struggle” and here are the prompt details:


Welcome to Week #122 of the Saturday Six Word Story PromptClick here to read the guidelines for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt series. (Psst! I have changed the guidelines recently.)

Prompt for Week #122 (January 25, 2025 – January 31, 2025)

Struggle

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I will do a roundup post each Saturday (or Sunday if I run out of time!). So please be sure to participate before time runs out! I can’t wait to read your stories. 😀 I hope that you’ll be back for next week’s Six Word Story Prompt. Have fun! Thank you for participating. Until next week, folks!

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If you’ve got six words to contribute to this week’s theme for the prompt, head on over to Shweta’s page to add your creative child to the mix. I know this topic will more than likely birth/spark several discussions or bring out the most creative parts of ourselves. Have fun, folks!

Home To Nowhere: Part III

Microfiction: Kelsey’s Parents: Kimya & Kazi

AI Generated Image of a Black couple hugging & smiling on a green couch, wearing neutral colors, surrounded by soft lighting & candlelight. Created with Canva.

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

Childhood Trauma: You’re Beating It

A Book Review

What Happened To You? Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

Some medically charged books help and there are some that harm. I can attest that this one has helped me.

Authored by the incomparable Oprah Winfrey and Dr. Bruce D. Perry, What Happened To You? Conversations On Trauma, Resilience, and Healing is a page-turner. I highlighted passages, made notes in the margins, and became one with illustrations, diagrams, and charts. There is a plethora of useful information as it pertains to childhood trauma and how we advance in life from it as we age.

Below is the review I shared on Amazon and Goodreads:

“I Now Know Why I’m Resilient

And if you are a survivor of childhood trauma, maybe this book can help you understand why you can “bounce back,” and “endure” things even when you begin to believe there’s no way you can.

Reading What Happened To You? by Dr. Bruce D. Perry and the phenomenal Oprah Winfrey opened up a few windows to my heart and tapped into some areas that needed care and tenderness. I survived a whole heap of mess that could have been so much worse than it was, and I am glad it wasn’t.

Learning who we are and why we act the way we do starts with assessing what happened to us. What caused us to grow up with hardened hearts, lack of trust, unwillingness to love, fear of the unfamiliar, etc.?

This book dives into the many functions of the brain post-traumatic experiences and various methods geared toward healing and growth.

I love how both Dr. Perry and Oprah tag-team each scenario and offer their view of them and a way to move past the incidents and become somewhat whole again by learning how to regulate ourselves and gravitate toward safe spaces and environments.

If ever you feel as though you want to know more about why you continually hold on when you want to let go, reading this book is a great way to glean additional information about how you’re wired and why.

It is worth one’s time and attention, and you will certainly learn more about living through childhood trauma and how to maintain a positive outlook and a sustainable adulthood.”

Sometimes, we need a bit of guidance and a path we have not yet taken to show us who we are and why. This was “my yellow brick road.” Maybe you can benefit from it, too.


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

Séduire Fans Photo Collage #2

The Lovely Ones who purchased their copy of Séduire (including me), Part II. Photo Collage Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt. Individual photos taken by the beautiful ones holding up their copy.

I ain’t never heard that word before. We were at recess. Sammy Jr. lunged it from his lips in my direction and it slapped me across my face. I could feel that word settle into my skin — make itself at home. I felt . . . I felt unlike myself.

A lone tear slid down my left eye, waded on my cheek, and quickly dried. Another one followed, then another. And soon, I had to ask Ms. Poole if I could go to the bathroom. Ms. Poole excused me and I sat in the only stall in the boys’ bathroom and cried.

I didn’t know the word — not at that time. Not then. But I knew something about it wasn’t right. It made me ball up into myself and want to disappear.

The N-Word At Recess, Séduire, page 9

During that time, Randi Rocketeer was my favorite t. v. show. Randi Haltman, the show’s protagonist, was a trans woman with dark pink hair, rosy cheeks, and eyes of two different colors. She had the most amazing spacesuit! It came fully equipped with a water compartment, visors for protecting the eyes from direct sunlight, and custom-designed gloves monikered with Randi’s initials. Strapped to her waist, Randi had a can of compressed air, for what, I never knew.

Not only was the suit prepared for the dangers of space, but it was also tie-dyed with the following colors; purple, pink, blue, and yellow.

I found myself mystified by Randi Rocketeer. Every day, promptly after doing my homework and eating dinner, I plopped my bony hind-end on my mother’s shiny, hardwood floors and switched on the television.

-Far Out, Séduire, page 18

“That old piece of junk! Man, it doesn’t even have windshield wipers! What’re you gonna do with that pile of crap, Core?!”

Corey hears his big brother’s words echoing in his ears throughout his school day and he finally tells himself that he will quell Nate’s voice once and for all. He is going to buy that old Chevy from Mr. Bankman, fix her up, and name her “Judy.” “Pretty Judy . . .” He has been saying this in his head for the last three days. “Pretty Judy.”

Judy needs plenty of love and care: new tires, new windshield wipers, a new engine, spark plugs, front and rear-end alignment, an alternator & starter, and a bit of bodywork, and paint. Corey has been working with his dad at “Cruz & Cars,” their family mechanic shop after school and on the weekends, so he knows a thing or two about building a broken down vehicle back up to a recognizable and suitable state.

He is ready.

-fixer-upper, Séduire, page 21


Séduire is a collection of serial fiction tales and flash fiction standalone stories written over a period of three years. Dive into the world of a little girl whose family uproots and moves to “The Deep South” because of a new opportunity presented to her father. Transport yourself to the life of a little girl who becomes a mother and a sister to her child at the hands of her sadistic and evil father. Walk with a grieving sister and her mother as they remember a woman who was brutally murdered by her partner. Her young boys live out her legacy as they mourn her.

Experience parenthood as you enter the world of soon-to-be young parents and their ups and downs in life change them significantly while they journey along their new path. Make a brief cameo into the hearts of a dedicated aunt and a rebellious teenage niece whose father has lost his grip on his child.

There are so many more characters with which to connect. As you thumb through each page, the author wants you to feel something; with these stories, you will.


Thank you so much for trusting my work enough to make it a part of your reading collection. I appreciate you, and words cannot express how grateful I am. Peace and blessings.

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

Three Years Later . . .

Free Verse Poem

AD & I (left = Me. Right = AD), Saturday, December 21, 2024: Charlotte, NC. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

I dig into hearts–tear away walls,
and break down the turmoil
festering in a tired and weary soul.
She wasn’t trusting before me . . .
It’s hard to let someone in when
the past has shown you more
pain than joy . . . but we are
m a n a g i n g.

We have deep conversations about
life and the difficulties it places
upon us, and I always love
these discussions.
“Life is a conveyor belt
of challenges,” our Pastor
says, and I commit it to
memory because why not have
something encouraging to
share when the proverbial
shit hits the fan?

We chilled. We relaxed.
We appreciated the presence
of the other and Jernee basked
in the glory of her other favorite
person’s smile while I kicked back
and allowed the comfort of the
thick and inviting couch to
envelop me.

Three years later, we glide on
wobbly knees, still cautious of what
to say and often alerted to think
before speaking.
“You are a genuine person. You’re
safe for me.”
I get this . . . I’ve always gotten this–
and it is important to be a place
of peace for people who need it
most.

So, we continue to tread lightly,
but eager to grow into
two human beings blessed by
the beauty of the other–learning
from the other daily.
And as time passes, I pray
we have the strength to
fight the battles brewing in
life’s crockpot of danger.

Lord knows we’re strong
enough to do anything.


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