Tag: Family

Photos From This Past Weekend

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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!

Haven’t you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

Home To Nowhere: Part V

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Microfiction: Kazi’s confirmation

AI Generated Image of a Black man wearing a light-colored shirt with a kinky afro, bearded face, and centered in front of a blurry inner-city background. Created with Canva.

Kazi enters the house and finds his two favorite girls in the kitchen. Kimya looks distraught. Kelsey is in tears.

*This. Must. Be. The. Day.* He thinks to himself.

“She knows?”

“She does.”

“Everything?!”

Kimya breathes out an exasperated breath, shifts in the chair, and sighs before responding. “Yes . . . Yes, Kazi. Everything.”

Kazi looks over in Kelsey’s direction and hangs his head solemnly. What more can he do but provide a safe space for Kelsey at this moment?

“Come here, Kels. Come here, baby girl. I got you. I always got you.”

Part I, Part II, Part III, & Part IV

Victoria’s Poem

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A poem for my cousin on her special day

Victoria’s Poem by Tremaine L. Loadholt
Victoria’s Poem. Created with Canva. Photo used: Marcus (my younger cousin, Victoria’s brother), Me, and Victoria so many MOONS ago, but it is my favorite photo of us.

how can we turn back time
to days of old–when smiles
lifted from our lips and covered
our entire faces?

you were a ball of energy–
an amazing ray of sunshine
that splashed the earth with
joy and permanence.

I have counted the years
up in my head and in my
heart, and the more they pile up,
the calmer I become.

you are showing the world what
it means to grow in light . . .
to press forward when times
have a foot lodged into your ribs.

I will never know the weight of
your shoes but I know mine have
been heavy and kicking them off
as soon as I come home is a top priority.

Through cracked lenses, broken hearts,
failed relationships, and inevitable demises,
you conquer every storm.
God bless your resilience.
It is to be envied.

Happy Birthday, Victoria! 💙❤️💜

Home To Nowhere: Part IV

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Microfiction: Kelsey approaches Kimya about her suspicions

AI Generated Image of a Black woman with curly hair, hooped earrings, a beautiful smile, and centered in front of a pink to purplish background. Created with Canva.

Kimya is home from work. Her body is worn and she looks like lost hope and misplaced grief. Kelsey stands at the kitchen’s entrance waiting for her mother.

She is breathing heavily. The room is closing in on her. The sun moves in and centers itself on their kitchen windows. Kelsey’s breathing picks up slightly. She inhales, then exhales, then slams her mother with the question.

“Mom! You look tired. Work must’ve been insane! Come, sit down.” She casually pulls out a chair. Kimya flops her flailing body onto the chair’s surface.

“Thank you, Kels. What’s up? Something on your mind?”

Kelsey shifts on her heels, bounces back and forth, and hurriedly throws the question into the air, “Am I adopted?”

Kimya gulps. Her eyes widen. She cuffs her weakened hands onto her face and puffs air into them.

“I knew this day was coming. Yes, Kels. Yes, you’re adopted.”

Part I, Part II, & Part III

Photos From This Past Weekend

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My new phone “understood the assignment.”

“Pretty in Pink”. Saturday, January 25, 2025. I was about to visit my mom in Greensboro, NC, for a few hours. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Pretty in Pink #2. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Sunday Morning Workout. January 26, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
My plant babies: Lyric, Kosmos, & Dora. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
My plant babies again. Sunday, January 26, 2025.
My “fake, outside plant babies.” They are not named since they aren’t real. Lol! Sunday, January 26, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
My other fake, outside plant baby. January 26, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Dirty Snow Mound & Jernee Timid. Sunday, January 26, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Zumi Tye is being mischievous per usual. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Sunday dinner: the veggies are kale, yellow & orange peppers, onions, and tomatoes.
The complete Sunday dinner: country fried steak, coconut Jasmine rice, and the veggies from in the pot above. Sunday, January 26, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

It was a lovely weekend. I’m glad I could truly enjoy spending time with my mom. I did quite a bit of reading, watered my plants, cooked, and loved on my personality-filled pets. Here’s hoping you had a great weekend, and that the week is being kind to you, too.

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

Home To Nowhere: Part II

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Microfiction: Kelsey’s Brother Tyson

AI Generated Image of a Black little boy with green eyes, wearing a light gray shirt, with curly, cropped black hair. Created with Canva.

Tyson is a firecracker with hair that sings and eyes that lure the most anxious passerby. He is a tag-along brother. He follows Kelsey everywhere she goes. At eight years old, you’d think the kid had his own friends with which to play, but he dotes on his big sister fiercely.

The day Kelsey went digging for her origin, he told her what he heard his parents discussing.

“Mommy said to Daddy, ‘If she ever finds out from anyone else, we’ll have Hell on our hands.’ Oops! Sorry, Kels. I cussed.”

“You did, little buddy. And that’s all right. So, they said I’m adopted, huh? That’s what you heard?”

“It’s what I heard.”

Taking in this newfound knowledge, Kelsey wraps it up in her mind and saves it for the day of confrontation. Someone is going to tell her the truth.

Part I