Spalding’s Festival of Contemporary Writing

At the age of 37, and five kids in tow, I went back to school. I ended up becoming an R.N., however it was not what I set out to do. I wanted to be a writer and sociologist. I still want to be a writer. In an English Lit class required for my original degree; I met Karyl Anne. She is the most remarkable poet. We had both taken seats midway in the room that invariably ended up being right next to each other. I was a hijabi and she was struggling with her faith; this was the spark for our first conversation. We both had a love/hate relationship with the professor. We admired his talent and loathed his pompous arrogant attitude. Continue reading

Wedding Day

Oh God what am I doing? I was not sure if this was the right thing for me to do. I sat on the old slave auction block in my pretty antique white second hand dress. It was a handmade tea length dress with lots of lace and hand beading of pearls. I had done my hair in something reminiscent of Roman goddesses with a recycled pearl necklace. I sat admiring my 1920’s ecru colored Mary Jane flapper girl shoes. I was elated that I scored these gems at the Rosie’s Vintage store. I can’t really back out can I? I do not want to marry him. I do not really know him. He is so good looking though. He IS a Marine. But, there is something about him.  Continue reading