Putting Down Roots

 

This morning, I stood in the middle of the living room floor staring at the bare white walls that surrounded me. Pictures I’d been meaning to hang for the past three years remained stacked neatly in a corner. The same colorless walls were found in every room of my home with the exception of the kitchen, den and half bath.

I’ve lived in my house for over twenty years now, yet I’ve only painted three rooms. How I’ve managed to survive without color for all these years is beyond me. Yet in still, it’s not. Color would mean, I’ve put down roots.

Allow me to pause here and say, my favorite color is red. I find it exciting, vibrant and invigorating. My car is red as are a lot of my clothes. As I stood surveying my bedroom, I couldn’t help but wonder why I hadn’t painted it red. Suddenly, I realized this moment, this epiphany if you will was a turning point for me. I’d grownup north of the Mason-Dixon line and in my heart, I’d never left home. I decided right then and there, it was time.

I have big plans for my house and yard this summer. I’m going to upgrade my appliances, kitchen and bathroom fixtures as well. I’ve already envisioned the oasis of serenity I want for my deck and yard. It’ll be a place I can retreat to in the evenings away from the cares of life. But most importantly, I’m going to head over to the local hardware store and buy some red paint. After all color means I’ve put down roots.

Ciao!

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The Christmas Boyfriend

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When I was a little girl, mother took subscriptions to three magazines. I would eagerly await the monthly arrival of the publications and couldn’t wait to dive in. My favorite thing was the short stories, complete in 5 or fewer pages. I decided for the holidays to relive that dream and write my own short story. It’s about 14 pages long.  Please enjoy and leave a message letting me know how you liked it.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

 

                                             The Christmas Boyfriend

 

       

Chapter 1

Brooklyn found herself humming along with the music wafting through the department store speakers as she shopped for an outfit. Although Thanksgiving wasn’t for another week, some stores had already begun to play Christmas music.

Something about the songs seemed to put her in a romantic mood and she felt her heart grow warm. When the ballad made famous by, Nate King Cole began, Brooklyn closed her eyes and imagined herself in front of her fireplace with her boyfriend. But there was just one problem, she was single.

As quickly as the sentimental feeling enveloped her, Brooklyn felt it disappear. A sigh escaped her lips as she opened her eyes and continued the search for a top to match her straight leg pants.

“I want a beau for the holidays, even if it’s a pretend beau.” She thought to herself. Suddenly, a smile lit up her face as she formulated a solution to her problem.

She upped her pace in finding the perfect top. It was imperative she get home straightaway. Brooklyn had a plan.

 

Chapter 2

      Brooklyn opened the door to her two story town home. Once she secured the door, she made a bee-line for her bedroom and placed her packages on the floor. She kicked off her shoes and fell back onto her bed. It had been a long day and exhaustion reared its head.

The thought of dinner crossed her mind, but she shrugged it off; she was still full from a late lunch. A glance at her watch revealed she could grab a quick nap before she called her best friend. An hour later, she bolted upright in bed.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean to sleep that long. I hope Asher isn’t asleep.” She grabbed her cell phone and dialed him up.

He answered on the third ring. “Hey, what’s up?!”

Brooklyn smiled. “Not too much. What’s up with you? Were you in bed?”

“Now why do you always think I’m in bed at 9 o’clock? Who goes to bed at 9 o’clock?”

“You do and don’t even try to deny it, Asher.”

“B, when is the last time you called me after 9 o’clock and I was in bed?”

Brooklyn was silent. She twisted her mouth to the side and rolled her eyes around as she searched her mind for an answer.

“Hello?!” Asher spoke a little too loudly. His tone startled her.

“I’m here, I’m here.”

“Well, I’m listening.”

“Okay, it’s been awhile since you were in bed by 9 o’clock.” A sigh of mock defeat echoed through the phone.

“Right.” Asher smiled. “So, what’s up? I know you want to talk about something. I can hear it in your voice.”

“I have a favor to ask.” The sound of pans falling interrupted Brooklyn’s train of thought. Instead of her favor she asked if he were okay.

“I’m fine,” Asher sounded exasperated. “I put up a ceiling rack to hold my pots and pans. I bumped it the wrong way and knocked most of them down.”

“Wow, well do you need me to call you back so you can clean up?” She hoped he’d say no.

“Nah, I’m good. I can pick them up and talk. I’m not going to rewash them tonight anyway. What do you need?”

Brooklyn bit her lip. She couldn’t seem to formulate her words.

“B, are you there? I thought you needed a favor; what’s up?”

“I do . . . Okay let me just spit it out.”

“Yeah, why don’t you.” Asher interjected.

“Okay,” she said followed by a huff. “I want you to be my boyfriend for the holidays.”

Asher pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it followed by, “What did you say?”

“I’m asking you to be my boyfriend for the holidays. Not like a serious relationship; just a pretend boyfriend.”

“Ummm. B, I need you to elaborate on this one.”

“Asher, I’ve been single for a while and every year, I spend the holidays with my family and friends. Now, I’m not complaining because I understand it’s a blessing to have family and friends. Some people don’t have that. It’s just that this year, I would love to have a boyfriend, even if it’s just for the holidays.”

“Okay, why me? I mean, I know you get asked out from time to time; why not one of them? I’m just your ride or die guy”

“Well, I don’t want just any ‘ole body, I want someone I can trust. Someone I know won’t expect favors or anything like that. I trust you Asher.”

Asher smiled. “I must admit I’m flattered. So, what do you want me to do?”

“Just hangout with me. Go with me to holiday parties and church events.”

“I think I can do that for you.”

Brooklynn smiled. “Thank you Asher, you’re always there for me.”

“You don’t have to thank me B; I got you.”

 

 

Chapter 3

     The days that followed Brooklynn and Asher’s holiday agreement transported her into a magical place. Whatever she needed, Asher accommodated. He became an Asher she’d never met.

He attended the church Christmas musical with her and seemed to enjoy himself immensely. He even questioned himself for not attending sooner. One Sunday morning, Brooklynn made a last minute call asking Asher to visit her church instead of his. To her delight, he met her in time for service.

“I just don’t want to worship alone today,” she said. “Not a problem,” he replied.

One Wednesday evening, Asher called and asked what she was doing. “Nothing really,” she said. “I was just about to watch a movie.”

“A movie, how routine. Go upstairs and shower and put on something semi-dressy; I have a surprise for you.”

Brooklynn frowned. “A surprise? What is it?”

“Well, if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it.” That night when he picked her up, he took her to see The Nutcracker.

Brooklynn couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you,” she whispered as the second act began. “Our seats are perfect. This night is perfect.” Asher returned her smile and gave her hand a squeeze.

A week later on a Friday night he called and suggested, she put on something really warm. The surprise that night was ice skating. “How did you know I’ve always wanted to go ice skating?” she asked as they sipped on hot chocolate later that night at a local coffee house.

“Because, I listen to you.”

While he spoke, her mind to drifted back to the fun they’d had ice skating. The disc jockey played a few Christmas ballads and Asher had pulled her close. He’d held her by the waist as they circled the rink. Brooklynn melted into his arms and allowed him to lead; it felt like a fairy-tale.

She gazed into the face of her friend and wondered why he wasn’t in a relationship. You see, for the past two weeks, Asher had become everything she’d desired in a man. She couldn’t for the life of her understand why someone hadn’t snatched him up.

He wasn’t late for their dates. He opened establishment doors and car doors, pulled out chairs and never walked through a doorway in front of her. His conversation became lively and animated and whenever she phoned him, he didn’t rush her.

As she listened to him talk that night over their hot chocolate, Brooklynn wanted to ask so badly why Asher wasn’t taken. She decided against it for fear she’d abate the magic by talking about another woman. When she suddenly realized Christmas was only two weeks away, she had to work to conceal her sadness.

Brooklynn didn’t know who this romantic Asher was but she liked him and if she had her druthers, she’d keep him.

“What’s wrong?” His voice broke her thoughts.

“Why do you think something’s wrong?”

He leaned in. “Because, you have tears in your eyes.”

“I do?” Her question was sincere.

“Yes, you do.”

She managed a smile. “I was just thinking about a couple of family members who’ve passed on; just missing them.”

Asher smiled. “Liar, liar pants on fire. Nose as long as a telephone wire.”

     Brooklynn sighed. “I’m okay. Just one of those moments a woman has every now and again.”

The look on his face told her he didn’t believe her, but he let it go. “I know you, Brooklynn. But if you say that’s what it is . . .”

Later that night, once home alone, she allowed her tears to fall. “Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all. I’ve only set myself up for more disappointment once the holidays are over. I’m going to end this after the Community Holiday Ball. I’ll do New Years with my family and friends.”

 

Chapter 4

      “What time shall I pick you up for the ball tonight?”

“Well, it starts at seven, so how about six. That way we aren’t rushed.

“Okay madam. Six o’clock it is. I’ll see you then.”

Brooklynn gave herself the once over after she’d dressed for the evening. Following a disciplined year of weight loss and healthy eating, the black sequenced gown she’d purchased last year fit like a glove.

“How do I look?” she asked her friend Brice who’d come over to help her dress.

“Girl you look fabulous! I can’t wait to see Asher’s face when he sees you.”

“Oh please girl,” Brooklynn gave Brice the side eyes. “He isn’t in the least bit interested in me.”

“Ummm hummm. I wouldn’t be so sure.”

At precisely six o’clock the doorbell rang. Brice attended to the ringing bell as Brooklynn prepared for her decent down the stairs.

“Girl, when he gets here, let me open the door for him and position him at the bottom of the stairs. I want you to make an entrance; like they do on TV,” Brice said once Brooklynn was completely dressed. “I want you to take those steps like a runway model.”

     “Brice, stop it!” Brooklynn chuckled.

     “Humph, please. You know that always seals the deal on TV. When he sees you descend those stairs like a queen, and you have a spiral staircase too!”

     Brooklynn laughed.

     “You just listen to Brice,” her friend said and winked her eye, “and you will see a side of, Mr. Asher that you’ve never seen.  

 

Asher stood at the bottom of the stairs just as, Brice had planned. When he finally saw Brooklynn, the sight of her stole his breath away. The limousine he’d rented for the night, left her breathless. Brice smiled as she closed and locked her girlfriend’s front door. She felt like a proud mamma hen sending her daughter off on a first formal.

 

The music was lively and the food delicious at the charity ball. Asher was ever the gentleman and attended to Brooklynn’s every whim. The two friends laughed and danced the night away. However, it seemed Asher avoided the slow songs until finally the DJ played a Christmas song by the late great Luther Vandross.

Asher stood and extended his hand. “May I have this dance?”

“Yes, you may.” Brooklynn took his hand and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor. He pulled her into his arms and placed a hand at the small of her back and drew her in closer. He took one of her hands in his and kissed it.

“Asher?!” The expression on Brooklynn’s face betrayed her confusion.

“Shhhhh . . . Just dance with me.” After a few seconds he began to whisper in her ear. “I’ve waited patiently to do this for five long years. You always saw me as your ride or die, but whenever I looked at you, I saw my future.”

Brooklynn tilted her head and looked him in the eye. Suddenly, they became the only two people in the room. “Really I―”

“Shhhhh . . . just listen. I love you, Brooklynn. I love the curve of your face and the way your eyes crinkle when you smile. I love the sound of your voice and the sway of your hips when you walk. I love your mind and the prolific conversations we have whenever you’re bothered by something. I love your spontaneous nature.”

“Now,” he continued. “You’re probably dying to ask me why I never told you. Right?” She nodded because tears had choked her voice.

“I waited until now, because you weren’t ready before. I knew when you asked me to be your Christmas Boyfriend, you were ready to receive.”

The Luther Vandross song finished and so, Asher led Brooklynn out onto the facilities enclosed balcony to finish their conversation.

“Look, I know you and I’m aware you want to pound me with a million questions, but not tonight. We have plenty of time to discuss my decision to wait. I do, however, have a question for you.” He gently wiped the tears that cascaded down her cheeks.

“Okay.”

“Am I correct in thinking you feel the same about me?”

Brooklynn smiled. “Yes, Asher I do feel the same way. I love you too.”

“Good.” He reached into his inside jacket pocket and removed a rectangular powder blue box. He handed it to her. “Open it.” Brooklynn gasped when she saw the beautiful white gold diamond tennis bracelet.

“Oh my gosh! Asher it’s beautiful! How did you know?!”

“Do you know how many times you’ve told me you wanted a tennis bracelet?”

Brooklynn looked at him and tilted her head. “And you heard me.”

“I always hear you.” He took the bracelet from her and slipped it on her wrist. “I don’t want to be your Christmas boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” She frowned.

“No, I don’t. As a matter of fact, I don’t want to be your boyfriend at all. I want to be your man. Will you be my woman?”

Brooklynn’s hand flew up to her mouth. As it did, her bracelet shimmered as it caught the lights from the decorated tree next to them. “Yes, yes I will!” she exclaimed.

The kiss that followed was more than she could have imagined. Tears of joy streamed down her face as she realized her one wish for Christmas had come true. And not only that, it had been with her all along, she only needed to open her eyes.

 

To be continued . . .

         Merry Christmas from my family to yours!  

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The Ebb And Flow of Relationships

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I recently had a conversation with a relative about a six month relationship she was in that had ended. As we talked, I shared something I’ve observed in successful marriages/courtships. I’ve learned in these relationships there is a natural ebb and flow much like the waves of the ocean or river. Perhaps you’ve stood on the shoreline of the beach or the banks of a river and watched the water as it gently moved.

There is something special in the way the waves of the ocean roll in and then as if on cue, roll back out again. The same can be seen when observing the flow of a river. At times it may seem as if the waters of a river aren’t even moving, but they are; naturally, gently, easily to a larger body of water. I liken the sync between two people who are meant to be together to the ebb and flow of the ocean or river.

I’m not saying happy couples don’t hit rough waters, I just believe the natural rhythm between the two enables them to weather the storms and come out on top. As my cousin and I spoke more, I pointed out to her, this natural ebb and flow isn’t just seen or felt in relationships between men and women. Have you ever met someone who became a new friend because you just hit it off? There is a feeling as if you’ve known them for life? Even in disagreeing, there is harmony. This is the ebb and flow I’m speaking of.

I believe we know in the beginning when a relationship is right for us. I believe we feel that natural rhythm; we feel that we are in sync even though we’ve just met.I also believe we know when it isn’t right. There is an uneasiness and discord that’s felt. I have two best friends that happen to be men. Although, we are only friends, there is an uncanny ease between us, so much so, when I hangout with either of them, people think we’re a couple. Again, it’s this natural flow that I see between couples who are happy.

As my relative and I talked she began to realize her relationship had required extra work from day one. We even went on to talk about friendships we’ve had with women that took so much work, we grew tired and let the friendships go. “I see what you mean,” she eventually said.

I’ve been single for awhile, although I’ve dated. I’ve remained single because I now understand the natural ebb and flow of relationships. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for or expecting perfect. I’m just no longer trying to fit a square peg into a round hole, if you will. And I’m happy to say, I don’t think my relative will either.

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Bitter-Sweet Memories

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One day last week, I attended a networking event for women in my area. The venue was in a shopping center I used to frequent as young mother after my son was born. There was a store at that time in the shopping center, that sold discounted children’s wear, and furniture. I can remember buying my son a highchair, stroller and disposable diapers there.

After the event was over, I did a slow cruise through the parking lot. So many memories filled my mind and heart. I recalled the sound of my son’s voice as a child and the sweet smell of his skin as a baby and toddler. The remembrance of those days, now long since gone brought tears to my eyes. I’d say they were bitter-sweet.

Bitter-sweet because time continues on and we can’t go back, When my son was a little boy, I did things with him to create memories for both of us. I spent quite a bit of quality time with him; I took lots of pictures with my camera and my mind. I used to hold his tiny hands as often as I could. I’d sit by his bed and watch him sleep and when he fell asleep in my arms, I’d listen to the sound of him breathing close to my ear.

I’m so incredibly thankful for my son and having had the opportunity to raise him. My son has been an exceptional child and young man. As a baby and toddler, he used to wake from a nap laughing. He never gave me a minutes grief as a teenager. He obtained the rank of Eagle Scout and is now a phenomenal photographer.

Looking back over our past can be bitter-sweet when we realize the past can not be relived and there are things we’d like to change or experience again. But we can draw from the sweetness of those memories and focus on the now and future, because I believe the best is yet to come. If you find yourself living in the past, may I kindly suggest you refocus your thoughts? What is done is done and what is gone is gone, however, if we learn to live in the now; to be present in this moment our views on life will change completely.

I miss the days of my son as a baby and little boy but his days as a young adult man bring me just as much joy. He still comes to me with wonder and excitement in his eyes when experiencing something new. He still shares his hopes and dreams with me and believe it or not, we still play around and act silly sometimes.

The present has so many wonderful things to offer us as does the future. Lets keep our eyes focused on the now and enjoy the blessings of today, with that we will reap the sweet without the bitter.

Ciao!

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My Cup Overflows

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It was Christmas 1968 and once again my family had enjoyed opening our gifts and celebrating the birth of Christ together. I received my first portable record player that Christmas which was the hottest gift on the must-have list. My sister remembers us playing different songs and dancing around with our father.

Somewhere between December 29th and 30th of that year, my father and a friend of my sister whom I’ll call Jeff left for King William County, Virginia to visit and check on my grandmother. One night while there, the two went to visit family and friends in the community. My dad began to feel ill, and Jeff took Dad back to my grandmother’s and they called 911. Dad never made it to the hospital that night; he died in route of a massive heart attack.

My sister’s friend was left alone to drive back to Delaware and deliver the news to us. I can’t imagine how Jeff must have felt making that four hour drive by himself to tell my mother she was now a widow and we had lost the king of our family. I will never forget the pounding on the front door early that morning or the sound of my sister’s sobs after the news was relayed.

Once the sun came up that day, my mom gathered me and my brother and our pastor came into the bedroom and told us Dad was gone. It seemed surreal. I was only twelve years old; my brother was nine. It felt as if someone had put me in an unfamiliar room, turned of the lights, blindsided me with a 2 x 4 and then pulled the rug out from under me.

I was my father’s little princess and I knew it. He was not only my dad but the king of our home. He made everything alright and now he was gone. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. But God!

Ciao!

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What’s In Your Glass?!

water bottleA few days ago, I was having a conversation with a friend about a test she had taken, she called to let me know she had passed. My response was, “I knew you would.” Well, she went on to give me all of the reasons why she may have failed. I listened and when she finished I said, “no matter what I go after whether it be a new job, car or certificate in something, I expect to get it. There is an ongoing question as to whether one’s glass is half empty or half full, well my glass is not half full, it’s full. I expect the best for myself and I anticipate the same for you.”

There was a time in my life, when I suffered from low self esteem. As a result of my woe-is-me attitude, I found myself surrounded by like-minded people. On the inside, I longed to escape this world of despondency, but it seemed the harder I tried, the deeper I sank. As new people moved into my circle, I became excited until I realized, they were toxic to my well being. The Law of Attraction is real.

I have spent years getting to know me and learning to appreciate my strengths as well as weaknesses. I know what I want and I have a written plan on achieving my goals. I now surround myself with others who are on the same path as me. Most of them are ahead of me in what they’ve accomplished and are willing to mentor me. A half full glass may be ideal for some, but I have a voracious thirst and would deplete the contents of a half full glass in a few swallows.

I refuse to allow setbacks to derail me, I merely regroup and begin again. I’ve learned this type of discipline from the people now in my life as well as my faith in God. Our best made plans don’t always work out in the timeline we set but that doesn’t mean they won’t workout.

Perhaps you’re in a state of frustration or maybe like my friend see the downside of a situation because things are rough right now. Well, please allow me to encourage you. Your thoughts as well as words have power; again I say, The Law of Attraction is real. Begin to refocus your mind and tell yourself you will succeed. See your glass as half full instead of half empty and then take it into the kitchen and fill it up, after all you’re going to need a lot to drink. In order to attain all life has for you, as The Most Interesting Man in The world says, you must “Stay thirsty my friends.”

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“If You Can’t Be The Sun Be A Star”

starAs a child my mother often used poetry to motivate me to complete a task or believe in myself if I were feeling doubtful. One poem she used to encourage me is “Be A Star If You Cannot Be The Sun” by the Late Douglas Malloch. The poem is far too long to quote here, but if you haven’t read it, may I suggest you do.

In this world where everyone wants to walk the red carpet, write a best selling movie or novel, or live the glamours life of the rich and famous, we forget that may not be the direction life has for us. Not everyone is cut out to be a leader, some of us are better suited for support staff, which is fine. I have found my abilities are stronger at coordinating and pulling projects together than leading. I’m a behind the scenes kinda person.

It may seem if we aren’t the biggest and brightest out there, we aren’t fulfilling our destiny. Well, where would the sun be without the moon and stars? We may not be world renown but we can still live equally if not more productive lives than those in the spotlight.

There are needs to be met right in our own backyards and communities. We can put our hands to the plow and make a difference right where we are. Organizations that feed the homeless, mentor at-risk youth, spend time with the elderly and forgotten to name a few would love to have our assistance.

The next time you feel as though you’re not as successful as you’d like because you aren’t an accomplished actress, or scientist.  You haven’t made the New York Times Best Seller List or won a Noble Prize, or maybe your name isn’t on the tongue of everyone you meet; take a walk outside on clear night and look up.

Our night sky is full of beautiful stars and a gorgeous moon. Those same stars and moon have guided many a lost sailor or hiker. They’ve provided comfort to to those separated from loved ones when they realize the person of their affection is gazing at the same sky. My point is, we all matter if we just believe we do. So, remember as my mother used to tell me, “If you can’t be a highway, then just be a trail, IF YOU CAN’T BE THE SUN, BE A STAR; It isn’t by size that you win or you fail-BE THE BEST OF WHATEVER YOU ARE!”

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