All Comped Out


Something strange happened today in the amidst of my mail I’ve notice a handwritten envelope.
Now this is something you don’t see everyday. So different..So rare in this world of of high tech too complex for my mind to grasp. So I tossed aside my bills and what I assume to be junk mail and concentrated my energy on this beautiful envelope and what exists inside. I carefully opened it my heart jumping for glee what could be inside waiting for me. I smiled some more as I unfolded this letter written in cursive on stationery of wildflowers and hummingbirds. Something you don’t see everyday. Back to basics. Old School. The penmanship so beautiful, cursive writing so rarely seen. Complete sentences, no abbreviations LOLs, Ks, or IDK that I can’t understand. Handwriting so legible, sentences that I can understand I didn’t have to search on the internet for any acronyms. Back to basics. I was so impressed overjoyed with tears. That someone took the time to hand write it all out not just one page but many pages. Something you don’t see everyday in a world so busy. But at the end of this letter I was caught by surprise of the written words: Bye Cousin, hit me up on FaceBook.

Back to basics.


This is a hold up

It is a hot day, not just a hot day an extremely hot day, so hot that concrete is cooking, and the stores are crowded, mostly people are trying to soak up free air conditioning, it beats using their own air conditioners. Why use your own when you can use a company’s, save a little money when you can.

Some people walking around the store acting as if they are shopping, others are actually shopping, I guess they rather be at home, me, myself would rather be at home too, I can see the logic of using a company’s air condition as oppose to my own, but it’s much more relaxing at home, besides how many times can one keep saying, “Excuse me!” “Pardon me!”
It gets annoying after awhile.

I finally got all the groceries I needed or could afford and stood in a long line, all the lines are long, it seems every person in the city have the same idea, use the company’s air conditioner, the more I think about this idea, the more illogical it begins to sound, these lines seem like the longest lines ever, it seems like I’ve been standing for hours, maybe it’s because it’s so hot.

All the other lines seem to be moving, slowly, but moving, except the line I chose to stand in, everyone was trying to find out why this line was not moving. It turned out that the “lady” in the front of the line was trying to purchase her groceries with a credit card, when her credit card was declined she tried to use another one, this continued for several minutes and people were becoming very agitated.

It’s already hot, feels like “we” are burning in fire and brimstone, this lady is going through every credit card she owns that keeps getting declined, people are getting angry, the cashier is too stupid to tell the lady she has to put the stuff back she exceeded the limit of attempts. People are losing their patience, their cool, this brings a new meaning for, “This is a hold up.”

The Meeting









I was sitting in the park alone, eating lunch, sharing it with the birds and the squirrels, enjoying the scenery, the slightly breezy weather, I decided to take out the book which I was reading when a gentleman asked to sit beside me, I did not mind, as long as he was quite and not very talkative, I do need to return this book to the library soon and this is one of the books I really would like to finish. He was young, definitely younger than me, but not that young almost in his thirties, casually dressed in jeans, polo shirt and designer sneakers, olive complexion or what my friends would say, light skinned.  I was trying to observe him, just enough to “touch” my curiosity, I did not want him to think I was interested, he is much too young and my son is about the same age and would have a “fit.”

He tried to spark a conversation first by asking about the book which I was reading, I switched my eyes over to him, signaling that I did not want to be disturbed, after a while I did not want to appear rude, so I talked about what I read so far in this book. It appeared he was not going to stop talking because he continued speaking to me this time about living in the city, since it seemed I was not going is to get any reading done because it’s difficult to listen to someone talk without being rude and listen to my inner voice read these wonderful words in this lovely book, I stopped reading and decided to participate in the conversation. Besides it’s been a while since I had a somewhat meaningful conversation that did not involve my inner voice or my cat and the cat is not a good conversationalist at all, very stubborn. He starts to speak again.

“Living in the city is wonderful, there are parks and shops and museums, and food, if you lucky to get a good restaurant.”

“Yes it has it benefits, I do like the park.”

“I love sitting in the park, watching people, watching nature grow before your eyes.”

“Well I don’t know about nature growing, I think you would have to sit a while to see that, it grows at its own speed, but watching the birds and the squirrels, how they play, or don’t play, watching the people, sitting in the park on a nice day or not so nice day is therapeutic, I do it when I can.”

“What about the museums, the galleries, the food?”

“Well I do love the food, depending on the food truck or restaurant, I don’t visit galleries like I should, it would be something new for me and of course if I don’t visit galleries I don’t visit museums.”

“Don’t you like them?”

“I love art and exhibits, I don’t know what stops me.”

“You should, it’s good entertainment, for the mind and soul.”

“I spend a lot of time in the library.”

“Reading is good too.” “Some libraries have exhibits.”

I just nodded in agreement. We were silent for a while. Both of us just observing scenery. He decided to spark conversation, again.

“So what type of food do you like?”

“I don’t have a favorite type as long as the food is good, I like it.”  “If I find a restaurant that serves good food, it could be Thai, Chinese, Italian, Indian, whatever, if it’s good I will go to that restaurant.”  “Even a good truck if the food is good my stomach wants to go to that truck.”

“But I do like a good sandwich.”

“Sandwiches are wonderful.”

“You like coffee shops, you like the ones with internet access?”

“When I go to a coffee shop especially when I go early, I like to purchase my coffee, sit at a table where there is a lot of sun glare and just relax”

The conversation stops for a while. Both of us resumed watching the scenery around us. We looked at each other periodically and smiled. I thought it would be safe to resume my reading.

“Well it was nice to talk to you, we need people to talk to once in a while.” “Thank you for talking with me, it was a very pleasant conversation.”

He held out his hand for me to shake. I shook his hand and smiled. I watched as he walked down the path on his way out the park. I thought how nice he was, it’s good when you meet nice people even if they are in your life for minutes, it’s those few minutes that make you realize there are still nice people living in the city.

I resumed my reading, uninterrupted, which was nice. It appeared that I was reading for hours without even noticing the scenery around me, it was getting dusk by the time I finally took notice, I took out my cell phone to check the time, put the book in my bag and made my way out the park and towards going back home.

When I got home and checked my voice mail, I received a disturbing message about a close friend, she had been attacked. I grabbed a different handbag, made sure I had my phone, money, keys and made my way to the hospital. When I reached the hospital room where my close friend was, I was in shocked, her face was badly bruised, she was surrounded by her family; her parents, her sister and brothers, all trying to comfort and ease her pain, what she must be going through.

I went over to her bed, hugged her family members, her mother stepped aside so that I could give her a hug.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

Of course she was so distraught and frightened. A female officer asked if she could come into the room to talk with her. My friend shook her head, she asked if her family and I could stay with her as the police officer wanted more details about what happened and show pictures of the suspect. I was surprised she was so responsive, so willing to give information about the attack. I felt sad for her and proud of her at the same time. She really wants this guy to pay the price for this crime. Then the officer showed pictures of possible suspects, I thought sure the “interview” will stop but Kelly kept going through the process, flipping through a series of photos, then it happened. As Kelly was flipping through the book, I happened to see a familiar face, it was him, I was in shock, I was further astonished when Kelly chose the attacker that turned out to be him. I gasped. Everybody looked at me. Kelly and the officer looked at me.

“I’m in shock” I said.

I pointed to the picture of this guy, the suspect, the guy that I met only briefly, the guy that appeared so nice, so kind, so friendly. Thoughts began to plague my mind “Is this how he get his victims? Was he planning to stalk, attack me? “What made him talk to me? “Am I safe.”

“I was talking to this guy while I was in the park today” “He seemed so nice.”

The officer closed the book, wrote down some notes in her book, and thanked me and Kelly for the information, she was in a rush, she told Kelly they will track and catch this guy, the officer suggested that I stay with friends for a little while,just to stay on the safe side, she assured me they would catch this guy very soon, they have the evidence and information they needed.

The officer left the room. I was shaking my head. Kelly’s mother came over to me and gave me a hug. You just never know. You just never know.



For the “love” of Summer


Summer has arrived

I never liked her much

She brings upon me such misery

which I can’t get such relief

The longer she lingers

the worst she gets

causing the heaviness that seems to last forever

her presence is so stifling

when she’s near an oppression hovers in the air

Her sultriness is something less to be desired

with a sweltering personality

no hope of fresh air

until the day she decides to move onward

and relief will truly begin

My friend Autumn always reigns supreme

Without you


I thought you should know I turned out just fine

just in case you were wondering

was ever curious

or even cared

“We” (my mother and I) did wonderful without your help

without your concern

without your “love”

without your money

I am strong because of my mother, smarter because of my mother, independent because of my mother

I don’t know if these words will mean anything to you

I doubt they will even touch, warm, or grab at your heart

But they mean a lot to me

your abandonment did not break me

your abandonment did not “make” me

your abandonment did not hurt me

I’m doing fine

thank you


What to do with all these tomatoes?


Do you have an abundance of tomatoes, here are some ideas, I must warn you one idea is somewhat unconventional.


1) Cook tomato soup

2)Not a tomato soup fan, then try tomato stew

3)Neither of those work, okay, how about tomato sauce or spaghetti sauce, apparently the difference is in thickness

4)You can make tomato pie

5)Or, a tomato sandwich

6)Better yet battered fried tomatoes

7)You can blanch tomatoes then can, jar or freeze them.

8)If you are brave you can try your hand at pickled tomatoes

9)You can also stew tomatoes (less water used) which is basically steamed tomatoes and different from tomato stew

10) You can make tomato jelly or jam (yes there is a difference).

  • Apparently with jelly fruit comes in form of fruit juice
  • Jam the fruit comes in form of fruit pulp or crushed fruit and less stiff then jelly

11) None of those ideas inspire you there’s always tomato salad

12)You can make tomato ketchup in hopes of putting Hunts and Heinz out of business (Too Ambitious?)

13) Lastly, you can purchase a ticket to see a show of a comedian you don’t like, go to the show with your strategically hidden tomatoes, when that comedian hits the stage, throw those tomatoes and run like hell, make sure you wear good running shoes.





It was just a dream



My “dream” has finally come true, I am now a renowned author and power blogger. I have over 1 million followers just from my blog alone. I don’t even remember how many Twitter and Facebook followers I have (3.25 million followers). I have sold twice that much in e-book sales, mass books sales, sales from movies adapted to my book. My schedule is full with book signings tours, interviews and various speaking engagements. And now that I’m breaking into writing lyrics for famous musicians I could not be any happier with my accomplishments. It’s not just the money(not that being the highest paid author is a bad accomplishment) that makes me proud, I knew I had it in me to be “great” to achieve my goals, my dreams, I have never felt so fulfilled.

Then I heard a hand clapped two times. My sister, standing in front of me, holding my Starbucks® uniform in her hands, “Time to stop dreaming princess, it’s time to make the donuts or in this case the scones.”

“You’re such a dream-kill”

“Just get your uniform on, the public awaits for your brilliant work”

“Bite me!!”