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Every Day Is A Day Of Thanksgiving

Every Thanksgiving my family and I sit around the dinner table and tell each other what we are thankful for. I always use that moment to reflect upon what I’m thankful for daily, not just on Thanksgiving Day.
I’m thankful for every day I wake up with breath in my lungs; for being able to see, the ability to talk and walk, and for the many other normal functions that I often take for granted. Although we bump heads from time to time, I’m so thankful for my friends and family because I know I wouldn’t be where I am now without their love and support. I’m thankful for the many people (good and bad) who I have crossed paths with; their presence has left an imprint on my life in some way. I’m thankful that even though I’m not quite where I want to be in life, I can look back and say I’m not where I used to be. I’m thankful for the trials and tribulations, the highs and lows, and the setbacks and the come-ups that I’ve experienced and will continue to face along my journey through life. Most…

Dear Justin......

It has been a while since I’ve gotten excited about a hip hop artist. With many musicians today taking the mainstream route by substituting real lyrical content for gimmicks and trends, it was refreshing when I came across Justin Scott. If that name doesn’t ring a bell, you might be more familiar with his industry name, “Big Krit.” Krit is an acronym for King Remembered InTime, a name that I feel suites him perfectly. It was around the end of 2010 when I kept hearing a constant buzz surrounding Krit. I had to see for myself what all the hype was about, so I jumped on the net and started to do my research on this guy. I listened to a few of his songs, but one in particular that caught my attention was “The Vent.” Below are my favorite lines from the song: Trade my materials for a peace of mind I’m so close to heaven, hell I just need some time Who cares about life and the highs and lows Maybe I should write another song about pimps and hoes, cars and clothes Idol gods, golden calves, louie …

12 Play (Part 2)

*Be sure to read 12 play part 1 before proceeding with part 2*

I got up, turned around, and to my surprise there were two heads staring back at me.He was butt ass naked! When I say naked, I mean literally “buckey naked”! I was a bit startled. How in the hell did he manage to slip off his clothes without me knowing. It was like the man was a magician because his clothes vanished into thin air. He seemed surprised at my response and irritated.
Look baby, what’s the problem?”
We’re both into it so let’s just finish what we started. You can’t tell me you weren’t into it!”
He started to walk back towards me while I was still sitting on the bed.
Look, you and your friend (I pointed down to the center of his waist) need to stay against that wall.”
By this time he was becoming agitated…..
Baby, we’re both grown and we know what we wantI’m not going to judge you or look at you like a hoe…… you’re just a grown woman that knows what she wants, ain’t nothing wrong with that”
Wow! I couldn’t do anyt…

12 PLAY (Part 1)

*This story is based on an actual event. Special thanks to the trifling young man who inspired the story.*

As I was heading back to my car to get the remainder of my groceries, I noticed a small note on the windshield. I hesitantly opened the noteand read the tiny words written inside of it:

           “Hi, I think you’re cute, and I would like to get better acquainted with you if  that's possible..... call me...." -Diego

Enclosed in the note was a business card with his number written on it. Diego was one of my neighbors who lived in the same building; his apartment was just below mine.

Thoughts quickly fluttered my mind, as I began to go into deep contemplation of even calling this guy. I wasn’t the least bit excited about getting to know him because I had reached theplateau on meeting new people and dating. As much as I was tired of the single life, I was just as tired of forming relationships that were not going anywhere. I decided to play detective, and ask a few of my frie…