Short n Sweet

We fell in love too fast for our time. It was definitely a great love but a great love rushed along thus made invalid for long term purposes. I believe this is what soured our once great love and made it evident to our children that we were not meant to be together. 

Some loves are great but not meant to be enjoyed for a minute longer. That my dear was our love — ill-timed– I like to think. If I’m, to be honest, I really don’t know. I was promised love or at least that’s what I understood from what was left unsaid. But I guess that was the problem– It was left unsaid. 

Living my best life

Pause. Along the weary journey that is life, you find that you sometimes have to take a minute to examine your surroundings. Where  am I? A lot of us have this big talk about living life to the fullest or as many say these days; “Living my best life.” No problem, but is partying every weekend or constantly hanging out really the best your life could be?

I’ve always loved writing, but I could not count the number of times I was discouraged: my father said it was nothing but a hobby. It seems like I’m taking the longest route possible to my point but bear with me. I truly believe in purpose. Every single person was placed on this earth for a reason. Mine is to tell the stories of those who can’t. To unshackle the hands and feet those in the bondage of emotional pain. To unburden those whom life dealt a bitter hand.

Living your best life is beyond aesthetics and superficial socialization. It’s about living out your purpose regardless of where that path may take you. The road will be littered with jeerers and enemies of progress. The temptation to simply live to pay the bills will be overwhelming. At times you will go to bed and wake up having lost your dream somewhere in dreamland. However, you have to commit to doing the best by yourself. Humans often go the extra mile to do the best by others and betray themselves but you cannot waste the gift of life by simply living–anyone can do that. There is a special reason you didn’t take your last breath this morning as the sun rose; there is a special reason your car merely grazed the bumper of the drunk driver on your way home last night; there is a reason you lived past four days old.


I challenge you to live life past the societal expectations of traditional success. At the end of the road that is life, you will not ask what did not do to please so and so–you will ask yourself why you held back from living out your purpose. But please do not confuse purpose with potential, but that is a whole other topic for another day.

Hide n Seek

“Baby I got the right temperature to keep you warm.”

Behind closed doors I’m yours and your arms don’t hesitate to express so.  Those sweet words flow so readily from your mouth. It’s a whole other atmosphere in this room. But the door opens and we’re surrounded by our peers and the temperate plummets. I must assume that your indifference in public is synonym to your piping love for me when we’re alone. Mustn’t I?

We’re not yet in a place where you can tell me how you truly feel without a little liquid courage or are under the influence. I wonder why and how this generation got to this point. How did we get to an era where completely expressing how you felt is being too much into it? How did we get to an era where beating around the bush is a sacred ritual that cannot be skipped? How did we get to an era where we must waste each other’s time by refusing to simply state what we want and expect? How did we get to an era where communicating your expectations is being too serious?

But in this 2018, no more. If you’re interested, terms and conditions apply so either tick the box or keep it moving.

In other news, tell those you love just how much you do. Life is too short to play it cool or play hide n seek with feelings.



I listen to all these love songs imagining that they are for me from you. I want to believe that forever is feasible with you and that you weren’t lying when you said, “Our love is beautiful.” But to be honest, you have a hazy understanding of forever. However, I still want you to pull me closer, slip your ever cold hand onto face, lower your head and have your gentle lips brush mine.



Writing Prompt #1

Prompt: Finish a story with the line, “And we never spoke again.”

Turning the knob of the door that led to our bedroom, I slapped on a huge smile as I readied myself to see my husband for the first time in a year. However, the wide smile quickly fell from my face and in its place came a mouth agape in disbelief.

On the bed, was my husband with his legs shamelessly between the thick brown thighs of another woman. I never knew tears could sting with such intensity. Confrontation had never been my forte, so I simply pulled the door closed behind me, ever so slightly careful not to interrupt their lovemaking.

As the moans got louder in the background I fervently searched for a piece of paper and pen to say goodbye. Trying to calm my shaking hands and struggling to string together a few words, I jotted down a couple of words to end the ten-year relationship that had been anything but a few words. So with the words  “I understand that I could never be enough for you and wish you the best.” I  closed the door to our marriage.”

And we never spoke again.

“God will take you through places you don’t understand just to bring you to the place where he needs you to be. Trust him.”                                                          -Trent Shelton