What are your family’s top 3 favorite meals?
A good meal makes the heart (and tummy) happy.
And here’s a funny video about how shifty the memory can be as we get older.
Happy Friday, beautiful people!
Two full years now
And I’m still trying
But it has gotten better
Without you
It’s not my best
But I do give it my all
Effort isn’t wasted
Without you
It’s colder now
I could use one of your hugs
October isn’t as scary
Without you
This morning, I whispered
To the air around me a
Happy Birthday song that sounded flat
Without you
But I wanted you to know
I’ll never forget, we’ll never forget
The perfect thing we had in life
Without you
Happy Birthday, Chrissy. I still miss you. I always will. But it hurts just a little (major emphasis on little) less without you. 🙏🏾💙
What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?
I usually do not answer the daily prompt questions, but this one, I just could not pass up.
The best advice I have ever been given came from one of my older cousins who told me “Take life 15 minutes at a time.”
She stated this because I was having a horrible day that seemed as though it would seep into my weekend, and in her stern yet casual way, she simply let it roll off her tongue and it sunk in for me.
The well-known saying is “One day at a time”, but a full day is 24 hours. That is a HUGE CHUNK of time to try and press through without faltering or falling short of goals.
But to breathe and take on fifteen minutes at a time in life is a much better concept. And I have used this method for the last eight years.
My best friend likes to believe she was the one who told me this, but she was not. Lol! I distinctively remember my cousin with her no-nonsense speech and the swag of a Queen who held all the tricks in the palm of her hand tell me this bit of advice, and I shared it with my best friend.
Needless to say, I use it as advice for others who feel like they’re losing their way. I will typically say, “Breathe . . . and take life fifteen minutes at a time.” I also let them know my cousin lent the same advice to me and it works.
When I am steadfast in applying it and I give myself the grace I need, it truly works.
Maybe you will find this to be applicable for you and your life, too. I hope you will.
Do not try to tackle a full day at a time. Take it in little chunks–15 minutes. And breathe.
Autumn is finally here! Let’s celebrate that fact, shall we?!
Peace and blessings.
like Nas’ “It Ain’t Hard To Tell“,
when we spot each other
in a room full of our
workmates, we fight to get
to that hug we’ve been
missing–that embrace that
saddles us with contentment.
we fight for the purity of touch.
I know you. you know me.
we broke down walls to be
able to say, “She’s whole
without being halved.”
we have the drop on
one another but we’ll never
use it.
I am counting down the days
until I see you again.
until I get to hear that
Flint, Michigan accent with a sprinkle
of the Deep South swirling
on your tongue.
maybe it’ll be the right time
to say, “Yes” to what we’ve
had to say “No” to for
so long.
or maybe I’m just living
through my fantasies
again–envisioning you as the
key to my heart’s happiness.
or maybe, we’re treading
lightly because the heavy waves
are getting heavier and we
need these damn jobs.
we’ve been cautious for years.
and there’s no cat and mouse
with us–we’re simply plagued
by curiosity and frozen from
impending corporate damage.
how long will we be able to
hold up our end of the
bargain before we have to
surrender?
are we willing to battle
in the wars of political correctness for the honor
of true love?
am I?
*Background music: It Ain’t Hard Tell instrumental, produced by The Large Professor
Dominique is a twenty-eight-year-old teacher from Little Rock who has been waiting for a kidney for sixteen months.
Sixteen months . . .
Every day is a struggle for her. How much energy would she use explaining trigonometry to seventeen year olds? Who would be the first to see sweat pour from her fingertips at 1:15 PM?
Dialysis on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday . . . try not to die Saturday and Sunday. And then, Miranda happened.
She’s a match. The perfect match.
Soon, there’ll be no more waiting.
Stop Telling Women To Smile by Tatyana Fazlalizadeh is a gut punch of a book, and I enjoyed reading it!
I had no doubt that I would. It has the author’s voice, her passion, and the intensity for the importance of the topic at hand shines through each page effortlessly.
The Amazon review is below:
“STWTS Should Be Taught In Sex & Gender Courses.
And I say this, having had my stent in one such class while in college, and if I was assigned this book to read, I probably would have felt as if I learned more.
It is a beautiful thing to be able to see words within pages that perfectly describe what I have felt–still feel sometimes about street harassment and the various interactions I’ve had with men while in public.
It is a VERY real thing and should not be brushed aside or swept under the proverbial rug.
The artwork accompanying the stories helps to drive the power of the words home as well as what every woman, non-binary person, and trans-woman has experienced and how street harassment has shaped their lives. You can see the strain and exhaustion on every face.
It also opens a door to dialogue and the changes men must make for this issue to become a non-issue.
The author/artist did a phenomenal job with this book, and I am happy to have it as a part of my collection and favorite reads.”
The final book to Michele Lee Sefton‘s Being a Woman project is Forthcoming.
It is the perfect way to complete a series. Out of all three, though, the first book is my favorite. It set the tone for the project and had the most impactful words within it.
Below is my Amazon review:
“Emotionally Charged, Binding Poetry.
In this third offering from the “Being a Woman,” project, “Forthcoming” took what I thought was a completely different turn, but this did not dampen or lessen the strength and depth of the poems shared.
Michele shone a light on the dearly departed, the forgotten, the worried, the weakened, and the powerful in this book.
It was easy to connect with quite a few poems and allow my emotions to get the best of me: I felt something. And I assume that’s exactly what the author wants.
Ending the collection, “Forthcoming” finishes on a high note with its last offering, “Return Home”, which solidifies the book in a huge way, and allows the reader to breathe a sigh of relief.
If you haven’t already made this book one of your own, I suggest that you do, and soon.”
Does anyone else need to attend a Books Anonymous meeting or two or three?!
A Cornered Gurl 
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