Family
Beau come up
Beau, wake up get yo ass up!! Beau’s mom yelled through the window of the single-story brick house. Beauty hadn’t seen her mother in years, ever since she left them on their Daddys’ doorstep 5 years ago. Beau, get yo funky ass up, the sound of her mothers’ voice shook her, the banging on the window snatched her awake. Yo Daddy say you got to come with me so come on right now I aint got all day. What the hell? Beau thought as she pulled back the deep purple comforter and got out of the twin bed she had been sleeping on. Beau had recently turned thirteen and started her menstrual cycle. She recalled her Dad saying, “Beauty, you’re a woman now, you are going to have to spend more time with your mother. Baby girl I am sorry, I just don’t know what else to do.” A few weeks earlier. Alright, I am coming she said, her voice filled with concern. Beau had no idea, that this was the moment her entire life would be changed. It’s 4 am, she said with disbelief, It’s 4 am she yelled. Why are you here at 4 o’clock in the morning? Beauty asked. Don’t ask me no questions lil girl, let’s go. And don’t bring none of that shit. Hell, we aint got nowhere to put it no way. Her mom said as she walked away from the window.
By Laticka Shenell4 years ago in Confessions
"Ma Petite Chouette"
I’ve never been much of a sleeper. Even as a child I never slept through the night. Despite my mother's best effort, she was unable to attain a “normal” sleep schedule with me. My mother used to call me her “petite chouette.” It means “little owl” in English, but I preferred the way her French tongue clung to those two words. She’d make up little French lullabies to try and rock me to sleep, eventually she’d nod off and I’d remain peacefully awake in her arms.
By Ruby Cribby4 years ago in Confessions
Love Holds Memory
Love holds memory. I walked to the window with you, and we just stood there so quietly and stared. “The pond always gets depleted and loses water; then the rain comes and fills it up again right at the right time”, my auntie said. At least that’s what I heard you say. A person can say so much without saying what needs to be heard. I knew it meant whenever I needed to come home, I could.
By Destiny A Banks4 years ago in Confessions
Shelby's Eye
She slammed the car door too hard. It rattled the snow off the back window and the dirty snow globs around the tires fell to the garage floor. Shelby gingerly stepped over the gobs and walked into the house. The cats came running and the dog was almost tripping her with their pet excitement. It’s nice to be loved. Shelby put down her purse and slumped into the kitchen chair. She stared dejectedly at her freshly painted pink counter tops. They had brought so much joy, rolling that perfect shade of pink on her mid-century home in a quaint little Minnesota town.
By Janette Nystrom4 years ago in Confessions
"I'm holding my husband in a jar"!
Reel-time can mimick real-time They say art imitates life and life imitates art and the longer I live the more I find it is true. Last week on the ABC soap General Hospital the character Tracy Quartermaine (Jane Alexander) said something that stunned me then had me in stitches and at the same time was very sobering. Tracy was aboard the ship The Haunted Star when she ran into Alexis Davis (Nancy Lee Grahn). While holding a blue urn with the ashes of her deceased husband Luke Spencer (Anthony Geary) she says in her usual facetious manner, “I'm holding Luke is a jar. Everything is peachy-keen in my life!”
By Cheryl E Preston4 years ago in Confessions
A Brazilian Living In California
I moved to California in 1994. I came to USA to spend only 2 years and here I am... still here 28 years later. As a native of Rio de Janeiro (Brasil) it was a very difficult decision to make since my family was very close and we spent a lot of time together. However I married an American a couple of years before the big move and he had to come to USA for work. The plan was to spent 2 years here and move back to Brasil, however his work transfer back to my birth country never happened.
By Helena Martinez4 years ago in Confessions
