political talk shakes up our nation so fast we’re built on these lies this administration knows its power dethrones others
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Because the dog was having trouble breathing, I didn’t get much sleep.
I stayed home from work to monitor her – the love of my life, my little monster.
And when she finally found sleep again, I drifted off, too. I couldn’t pin down an hour of sleep, so I got up.
I read. I wrote. I checked the dog’s breathing. Her allergies aren’t our friend this season. Benadryl is.
She dozed off again. I read. I ate lunch. I Netflixed by watching The Residence. 4 episodes in, and I am hooked!
Cupp is particular. She is calculated – a perfectionist. She questions everything. She examines the unimaginable. I understand her.
I’m falling in love with a show that plays hide-and-seek with my thought process and places me on the edge of my seat.
I wasn’t searching for a series that would be both intriguing and shocking – I loathe series. I have to be moved, perplexed, mesmerized, and changed.
The Residence dishes out all of this and more. It is the quintessential mainstay of perfection in a comedic mystery. I found my happy place while my dog struggled to breathe.
And I almost lost my breath, too.
NaPoWriMo is finished. I survived 30 days of posting poetry every day for another year. And to end it with this one feels magical.Thanks for doing April with me, folks. I appreciate you.
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Raised black platform bed with a queen-size pillowtop mattress and a gel memory foam 3-inch mattress topper. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
The bulk of my bed is for my lower back – it’s a mountain of clouds and… heaven isn’t too far away.
I had to purchase linens made for a king due to the newness in width and height of a space that transforms me during the witching hour.
I forgot one thing, though – black attracts lint, so I will be brushing nuisances off this plane of peace regularly.
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My lovely birthday gift from my kid sister. I adore it, and I will cherish it for many years to come. I can’t wait to drape myself in it later on this evening! Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
I am Who I will be When I put my best self Forward in everything I do I am
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**The Crush and I had another conversation post-my initial video sent to her of me shooting my shot. And the follow-up discussion was so I could gain clarity on some things and understand what was being said and what was NOT being said.
Sometimes I have to have things put to me very plainly so I can process them. It is always a gamble with anyone when approaching them with some form of keen interest, it is moreso a gamble while being bisexual and approaching a woman you love and have loved for over three years, nearly four, and crushed on for close to three years.
Needless to say, we will remain friends. She has never been attracted to women outside of simple admiration for them and respect for our overall physical beauty. And the last thing we need is for us to embark on a path toward a relationship, get involved, and a dude comes along who she’s MORE interested in, and then leaves me high and dry. Not good.
I’m still proud of myself. I did a thing I never thought I would do as it relates to her and my feelings for her.
But I won’t lie. It hurts. One day, it won’t, though. And that’s life. I am who I will be when I put my best self forward, in everything I do. I am.
I ordered some new, necessary items for my home and estimated delivery time was from 5 – 10 PM, Saturday. I waited and waited and waited. I guess I’ve been Amazon’d again–paid for same-day delivery–it’ll end up being next day, instead. *Sighs*
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Part V: Never missing the well’s water|NaPoWriMo #25
AI-Generated Image: A Black woman is staring reflectively up toward the sky. She is wearing impeccable makeup with a bold brownish-red lipstick, and her locs are swept back into an updo. She has gold earrings dangling from her ears. Behind her, we can see a beautiful and bold sky.
While Rodney played their piano, Memory sank into a daydream of their trip to Italy ten years ago. She remembered how bright the sky was–and such a bold color of blue, too. Rodney had taken up playing street soccer with the local children, and she laughed at his carefree spirit. If there was one thing her husband was going to do, he was going to make a good time. She could hear the birds, smell the flowers, feel the breeze nipping at the nape of her neck. What she wouldn’t give to go back to this day when her well didn’t feel or seem as dry. The more she daydreamed, the less of herself she became. But Rodney … Rodney evolved into something soothingly memorable with every closing of her eyes.
daydreaming again this time it’s Italy’s love and Rodney’s beauty
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A Cornered Gurl 
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