…I had three mothers: my beautiful Queen Mother who gave me life, my Aunt “Dee” Delores…
…and then there’s the Magnificent, Magical, Mrs. Mimoise Martelly, my mother’s best friend…
Category: Memories
School Days: “Exit, Stage Front” or “I’m Ghost. I’m Outta Here. Long Gone…”
“Mom!” Denise covered over my cry. “Let him be a ghost!”
I Got’cho Chiiiiiiicken…
“That’s when the woman looked back at me through her side view mirror…”
9/11: Where Were You?
It didn’t have to be said, but I instantly knew, as we all knew, we were actually witnessing a terrorist attack…
Church Tales: “The Cost Of Salvation. Will You Take A Post-Dated Check?” or “How I Got the Holy Ghost”
At this point, I was no longer interested in the Holy Spirit, speaking in tongues or anything else contributing to my salvation…
I Was A Crackhead For A Day (If You Let Them Tell It)
My father thought I was taking depressants and slammed me against the wall with one hand, holding me a good 12″ above the ground.
