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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Left: Caison Michael holding his basketball trophy proudly with a semi-toothless smile. Right: Jernee Timid resting on my cousin’s floor
I woke up with his face tattooed on my brain; such a handsome boy with a smile to shake the world. He gives me hope. He lends me peace. His innocence is contagious.
My old girl rests her tired body on my cousin’s carpeted hardwoods; a full morning of racing through time has drained her. She calms my nerves. She centers my spirit. She saves me from myself.
And as Sunday kicks off with temperatures that have tanked overnight, I wonder what the constant change of weather will do to my head and heart today, but I’m still smiling because of a growing boy and an aging dog.
I love this poem–it reminds me of the days when I could run circles around the boys in my neighborhood–how we all avoided going home because no one was at home and nothing was at home but pain.
It may speak to you, too. Visit the author’s site to read the poem in its entirety and to like it/show love, too.
From my eighth-floor windowI could hear hope bounce back and forthon concrete loitered with crack vials. Dirt-caked Nikes were like handsreaching for revolutionin the air. It didn’t get them out of the projects,but Jordan would have been proudthe way these boys balled. It kept their bodies distracted from the hungerof not eating for three days.Here, […]
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