Blessed & Curvy

A Sister's Love Growing up I was the youngest of 13 siblings. I had one in particular who took the role at the age of 11 to be the Second Momma. She would babysit me, as she got older her job was to make sure I ate, bathe and did my homework. She was a teenager and I did everything that she did. She applied Noxzema to her face for teenage acne well here I am right behind her when she went to school putting it on my face. She would put ketchup on her collard greens well here I go doing the same thing again. When she started dating her boyfriend who is now her husband I was scared that our relationship would change. On her wedding day my nose was bleeding because I was afraid my sister was going to leave me forever. Our relationship didn't change if anything I was calling her to talk on the phone like she was next store, when I could I was taking the bus to spend weekends with her until I learned to drive. She later moved to California and when I was in my ...

Reaching Out  Recently I been having difficulty posting on my blog. Right after Mother's Day my desire was diminished to sit down and share my thoughts with anyone. I should be celebrating the woman who was my Mother. Instead it was if someone has snatched the scab off and I had to deal with the feelings. The feelings of not being able to call her to tell her about my new job. To share about my recent  accomplishments. To call her and gossip about my siblings and hear her advice. There was something that I felt others whose Mother had passed where sharing on Facebook a grieving for your best friend their Mom. What I decided to is take care of myself. Write down everything that I want to do,celebrate life, and do them.  Take myself out to dinner, go for a long ride, purchase only items that I needed and not what I wanted.  Make sure that I don't go binge shopping to make my sadness go away. I write down a list of items to buy. One item is alarming...

The Bond of a Mother Last week I had the most difficult time trying to write a weekly post. I was emotional and couldn’t put my finger on it. It was the week leading up to Mother’s Day and I didn’t want any parts of it. I didn’t go into the drug store because I didn’t want to walk past the card aisle. I didn’t want to go to church because I knew that they would be doing something special. I wanted to put on my Harry Potter’s cape and disappear. Slowly there was a gentle way of bringing me out of being sad to being blessed that I had the best Mother anyone could want. I gave away three church lady looking hats that I had brought years ago because I wanted to mimic my Mother’s appearance. My sister gladly picked out the hats, looking at herself in the mirror, and seeing the excitement made me smile. Next, I received a text message from my sister on Sunday who lets me know that my niece who suffers from Lupus and had been on a transplant list for 12 years was ge...