I got my very first camera as a high school graduation gift. It was a Kodak disc Instamatic. Those were all the rage for about five minutes. Just enough time for me to head to college and document my antics with my friends. It was great- it fit in my pocket and went everywhere I [...]
I laugh at the fighting. I cheer them on as they start to figure things out. I cry when one of them dies or is hurt. And I am constantly reminded of how good love can really be.
She burned the hair in her brush and combs because she didn’t want the neighbor to get it and give it to birds, who would in turn make a nest out of it, which would cause her to become insane. How many times do I have to tell y’all that I can’t make this stuff up.
My first kiss was in the 5th grade. He was a safety patrol. You know, one of the kids that wears the bright orange cross-body straps and tells other kids to stop running in the hall.
It’s 8:30 in the morning and I am already thinking about dessert. I’m not hungry. I had a good breakfast- bagel and OJ. I’ll have yogurt and granola for a snack, and leftovers from last night’s dinner for lunch. I’m all set.
But once things got underway, Diva In Training and I sat arm-in-arm and watched history being made. My baby girl didn’t get my tears.
A few years ago, a very dear friend had a most hellacious year. We generally talked once a week or so and I knew that she was dealing with a serious depression. One particular day, I had the urge to call her from the minute my alarm clock went off.
Every year, I purchase various tools to keep me organized. As I was looking around my office this morning, I had to ask myself if maybe I tend to go a little overboard.
When the movie “Shaft” came out I was four years old. I was in my late teens, early twenties before I saw the movie without commercial interruption or the censoring of the curse words and sex scenes.
So Diva in Training got a Gameboy Color- purple, a Volkswagen Beetle for Barbie, more Barbies, an American Girl doll, and other stuff I can’t remember.
