Just a girl....

August 2nd, 1997…….. Does anyone remember what they were doing on this date 26 years ago? I do. It was the day I married my first husband—Robert. I was the ripe old age of 18, only two months out of high school, and was convinced that I was marrying the man that I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with. Sure there were some things in my head that I was questioning right up to the minute of the wedding but I pushed back those concerns and put on a big smile. I could make this work. I would make this work. I would finally have the "little" family that I wanted for so long. After the traditional wedding and reception ritual we said goodbye to our families and left on our way. What should have been the happiest day of my life ended with a fight before we were out of the state of Alabama? Oh well, so much for the fairytale. Was the honeymoon over before it even began? My heart screamed: Take me back to my mama! My head screamed back: What? You did this to get away ...

My only "child" OK, I know for some of you this blog will be somewhat controversial. Right off the bat I want to address the two groups that are bound to have some negative annotation regarding this blog and my feelings discussed herein. For all the people that have human children and for the others that don't understand "doggy moms" like me: Please do me a favor. Go ahead and read this blog anyway. What I am about to say may not make sense.... and I am sure in some people's minds there will be some sort of judgment cast on my sanity. For those folks, we can just agree that I am mental and leave it at that. For the others, I hope that it sheds a little light on why I am the way I am. For all the others: (sympathizers, fellow doggy parents, and anyone else that might understand) I appreciate your continued understanding of my feelings. For as long as I can remember I have always wanted children. When I was 12 or 13 I used to beg my mother to adopt a ...

Eulogy for my Grandmother! (this was written on the morning of her funeral 4-28-07, I was able to speak at the funeral. Thank God, I didnt break down! ) What can you say in a few words about the passing of a grandmother? There are so many memories that I could share, so many things to say. Each of us grandchildren has so many memories of her. However, today I want to share a few things that granny taught me. Granny taught me a lot about life. She taught me the importance of living a good Christian life. – She always made sure that we heard about Jesus. And if she wasn't telling us to go to church….then she was taking us to church. And if she wasn't talking about the bible or Jesus…then she was singing about it. I remember so fondly those times in church…… sitting on that second row at Ebenezer Baptist church. You could always hear her sing. Even as she got older and her vision failed. She would sing from memory. She knew the words and never missed a note. She had t...