The Aloe Vera plant these days is popular and commercially well-known.
When I was around fourteen, the plant was not as widespread by mainstream and heard of by everyone.
My mother and I used to purchase Aloe from the Nursery many years ago.
The plant is, of course, a natural healing remedy- great for burns, cuts and scars. The juice of the plant is also good for providing health in maintaining overall soothing and integrity of the skin.
There were a host of activities I was involved in from childhood on up.
At about seven or eight years of age I knew how to play quite a few card games including Bid Whist (that some used to call Big Wisk), Five Hundred Rummy.
Later, it was spades and so on. My mother taught me early.
I remember a time our cousins came up from down south Virginia to spend a week or two with us in New York.
My grandmother’s niece was disappointed that I taught my older thirteen-year-old cousin who was her son how to play Whist and he loved the card came.
He had never learned to play because his mother was trying to shelter him. It was her way of trying to raise her boy in a strict religious fashion.
I enjoyed the games my mother and I used to play together and with others when we had get-togethers.
Whether it was Dominoes, Backgammon, Monopoly, The Game of Life, Upwards, Boggle, Clue and the rest of pastimes that kept us pleasantly occupied we had a lot of engaging fun!
Last weekend, on one of the days of lovely, gorgeous weather. I stood in a serene environment of tall trees that adorned the area where I stood.
Above me, on a tree branch, stood a bird sounding out such an annoying loud continuous holler within its birdie language.
I looked up to catch a look.
This was a bird with a black face- yellow or tan beak from what I could see at a distance-with a predominant black coating with yellow mixed in on the sides and possibly on the tummy.
I do not usually see birds in this shade often. On rare occasions the Red Robin, Blue Jay, or Canary will show up somewhere.
Most of the time it is the usual black birds, gray, white or gray pigeons and so on.
I aimed to take a snapshot of this noisy bird that aggravated my ears to shortly disturb my peace.
I was not able to take a clear photo as the reflection of the sun drowned the view on the screen to my smartphone in addition to the bird having flown over to another branch, then onto another, to eventually disappear completely out of sight.
Feelings are powerful.
What you feel, when you feel, why you feel how you feel all play a part within our behavior at times.
While we do not always act upon our emotions, we are creatures who are inhibited by them or uninhibited by what we do not feel within or from them. Some have no emotion toward certain things.
Sound complicated?
What I am saying is that feelings, emotions can often lead us to react inwardly or outwardly but just because what strikes up emotion in one does not mean that will strike up those same feelings within another for the same reasons.
Yet, the intensity of emotion itself is uncontrollable as we cannot control what we do or do not feel.
I am all into being comfortable and relaxed. So much so that I love to let my boobies hang free.
I had gotten tired of wearing a bra years ago.
Bras will hold you up nicely, allowing one’s titties to prop prettily and appropriately.
Nevertheless, I will let my tits flop down if I feel like it- nipples may poke through yet that is how I may do- that is my prerogative. I always dress decently as I have a classy style of my own.
I wore a bra yesterday because I wore nothing but a T-shirt. I could not wait till the end of the day to go home and take that shit off as the bra itched so bad underneath.
I like bras, I have nothing against them but I also like comfortable/flexible breast that run mild and free the way they were meant to be.
My tits look a whole lot different uncovered in a shirt to when they hang bare. To me, they are cute and they are still youthful.
My naked breast is for my business.
Our bodies are nothing to be ashamed of when we are secure within ourselves, although everyone may not desire to share or show their “bare essentials” to the world.
I am not a self-conscious person I am one who must be free.
I had even gone some years without wearing any underwear/panties during my thirties. I, of course, would wear them during menstruation, but otherwise I just let my twat get plenty of fresh air and naturalization.
I returned to wearing underwear as I entered my forties.
People will smile in one another’s faces then talk about each other like dogs then call one another friends, or they are supposed to be friends.
I have seen and watched this among many, including family members, throughout my life.
As one naturally a loner who never looked for or depended upon friendships since I was never crazy about people in general, if or when people talked about me it did not matter.
People talk about people and tell lies about people every day- people they do not even personally know.
Either they assume things, make up things, or hear things through others (the grapevine) that may be unreliable yet they may want to believe or enjoy the nosy talk as it is within some people’s nature to do so.
It is fantastic to be aware but I never went around calling everyone who sometimes hung around or kept company a friend.
Instead, I called them associates.
Yes, everybody talks in one way or another at some time about someone or something, but not everyone is a gossip, rumor spreader, or slanderer out to spread harm.
Some merely have discussions while others are spiteful, deceitful and/or eager to hear or gather dirt.
I am an individual who does not need to talk behind one’s back. Whatever I do have to say when anyone is not around, I will tell one my words straight to their face.
Why be bothered with someone who one does not like or appreciate if one does not have to?
Some stick around others for the ulterior motives they may have such as to use them etc….
I did not get involved in nonsense/bullshit of that nature. Though I have seen plenty of it go on.
There is nothing wrong in instances when people come to tell you what someone said, spoke about, or heard about you. A lot of it is done in good faith with good intentions and one can learn and evaluate life situations as they come up in the world by being kept alert/informed, avoiding certain mistakes, preventing unfavorable situations, so on, and vice-versa.
But what is the point of those who claim to be friends when all they really do is dog one another out in all type of circumstances?
They are not really friends- genuine friends are not intentionally cold, hurtful, or malicious toward one another.
I stopped officially celebrating my birthday at twelve years of age, though, I still acknowledge the anniversary day of my birth.
I accept greetings and expressions of generosity from those who count or who kindly show their regard.
Yesterday I received a few cards and gifts from genuine people as I am particular in association.
I do not bother myself with or share any time over the phone or in person with just anyone.
I only deal with authentic people of substance.
In two more years, I will be 50- the big five-o!
Where did time go? I still have memories of when I was a kid and teen. Oh, how time can fly within the blink of an eye.
Even though years may seem long and some of us may live a long time here on earth- life here really is short.
I have a strong life force, a strong purpose.
God has kept me on this earth for a reason despite ominous events and envious people in the past who tried to alter my life (which is a battle many of us tackle when it comes to good versus evil in this universe).
Those fools were just a bunch of dust who were inevitably blown in the wind.
God has his angels continuously watching over and protecting me.
I love beautiful scenery, cozy spots, places to get lost in that feel like a home.
I like riding over a bridge or through the expressway or through towns in the rain in a car while listening to the soothing sounds of mellow music or contemporary jazz.
I like the thought of atop and over a rooftop at nightfall. Tables, lighting, laughter, food, entertainment amid the dim-lit sun or moonlit essence.
Everyone should love the skin their in because I know I genuinely do!
I love my brown skin- I always have.
I do not know why we who are of African ancestry are called black people- there is no such thing as a natural black skinned person- we are the original “brown colored” people.
My family come in an array of different shades from dark brown, medium brown, light brown, tan, to high yellow.
Color has never been an issue where I come from.
If anything, our color was a beautiful symbol of our African American, Native American and European (English from England) multicultural heritage and diversity.
Brown skin is beautiful.
When I look into the mirror, I am one of the most beautiful things that I have ever seen.
Back in the nineties, as I used to travel quite often to and from the city of Manhattan, I considered the idea of one day moving there.
To take up residency in a gorgeous Brownstone of my choice if possible.
I loved Manhattan back then!
After time passed, the desire faded. I love certain areas of Queens where I plan to remain right now for the time being- unless I one day change my mind to another part of New York.
However, my choice will not be Manhattan, Brooklyn, or the Bronx.
There are many other beautiful parts of New York for me to go If I ever decide to permanently change locations.
Some people think or believe there is a time limit on the potential of their creativity regarding a goal or achievement that they may have or have had set for themselves.
Those with a purpose must always remember that one is never too old or too young when it comes to the pursuit or personal rewards of their achievement or fulfillment.
Never give up hope or give up on one’s dreams. Expectations are not always brought to us in the forms that we want.
Nevertheless, the most important thing to never forget is to strive for the desires in fashions that satisfy one’s own heart, mind, and soul- and not for the acceptance or approval of anyone else.
So, continue to be creative unto creation!
I was one who had a knack for correctly sizing up people.
Sensing things about them that others could not sense right away or at all.
If I did not pick up on individuals right away as I normally did then the instinct would hit me not so long after to get a deeper insight into their energy.
Born with a Caul/Veil I could see through people like a lie detector- determining who could or who could not be trusted and who to stay away from.
Seeing into the eyes of the soul and feeling into the depths of the spirit is a connected relationship between the realms.
Looking in and looking out by viewing into the mirror of life to reflect and to reveal.
Sitting back, to take everything in- a resemble just like a tell-tale picture within a frame.
My mother said when I was a young kid or preteen there was a time when I had papers scattered all over the floor an associate recalled to me years ago.
I had a total of three typewriters from early childhood to middle childhood to teenage years that lasted until my adulthood.
The first typewriter was a kiddie typewriter with a ribbon and keys that typed letters and words.
The second typewriter was a more grown-up typewriter that I typed on.
The third typewriter was an electric typewriter that I kept and wrote two manuscripts that I both had gotten published.
I would write my literature in longhand in my journal or notebooks then type them up to my satisfaction.
I have come a long way since the days of writing in my bedroom as a young girl sipping hot tea and milk in hopes of becoming a professional writer one day.
The dream came true as writing is one of the things I was born to do.
I have learned from this experience that when something inherent is really meant to be then nothing can stop it.
Spring and summer are my favorite times of the year- these two seasons always have been.
Trees start to sprout out their pretty light-green leaves before their shade turns dark.
Flowers bloom vibrantly in the most eye-catching of colors.
The weather is warm- a variety of invite to the enjoyment of the outdoors.
My mother and I were both born in the Spring. She was born in April, and I in May.
Our zodiacal signs fell under Taurus– a sign we were proud to be born under and both shared the characteristics of trustworthiness, reliability, determination, understanding and strength.
My mother and I had a lot in common and could relate to one another harmoniously, yet both of us were different, encompassing our own style of individuality.
P.S. My beloved ♥ dog 🐕 was born in April- she also was a Taurus baby! 🐂
Peace and love are sent from above.
Ministering angels watch over me.
The divine (Holy) spirit guides each of my steps.
Celestial blessings disperse my gifts and determine my destiny.
Hope and determination keep me going.
The essence of the universe provides me with both purity and perseverance. – latoya lawrence
Aside from the enchanting/lovely, beaded curtains that adorned our homes and the household of others I loved the beads that adorned my hair back in the day.
My mother was an exceptional hairstylist- far before she experimented at a school for professional beauticians. She had a natural talent.
My mother always kept my hair clean, healthy, and looking nice.
My hair was kept long as a child.
From time to time My mother would corn-braid my hair in fancy styles while sometimes decorating five sets of clear-colored beads mixed with a solid color to each lock, securing the ends/tips of my braids with aluminum foil so the beads would not ever slip out.
I loved the sounds the beads made when they hit up against one another just like the ones that hung up in our home did.
As a child, after disconnecting the makeshift basket I created to transport my furry friend around with me for a day- I would hold Brandie while she was still small inside the comfort of my left arm while I steered the handlebars to my bike with my right arm on other days.
Brandie loved to run in the street beside me while I rode my bike. I had her on her leash, grasping the head of the strap against the grip of the left handlebar to my bike.
Brandie also loved to run beside me in the street while I rolled on my roller-skates. I loved the way she pulled me as I held onto her leash supervising every moment to make sure the both of us never got hit by any car within our neighborhood block.
As an adult-years later- I took Brandie to the park without her leash. She was a well- behaved dog familiar within the area and did not need to be restrained. I let her walk and run around free- she never bothered anybody- people liked and loved Brandie.
I stopped off at the park to take a quick breeze upon a swing.
Brandie followed me inside the playground stood a few seconds to watch me then she must have said to herself “This may take a few minutes. Let me chill” because she sat down at a distance to patiently wait.
Two female youngsters entered the section of the playground we were in while I swung and realized my dog was no threat as they also hopped upon the swings.
One of the girls said to the other, “I want a dog just like that- who will sit and wait for me”.
I awoke bright and early, still excited over having adopted a brand new seven to eight-week-old puppy from North Shore Animal League during the summer of 1986.
The sun shined, the air was crisp, the day clear and I wanted to go bike riding.
Yet, I did not want to go alone.
I wanted the company of my new furry friend-just me and her, no one else for that moment in time.
I was the type of child who often played with other neighborhood kids but took out time to enjoy being alone when I preferred to.
There was one problem surrounding this event.
I needed a basket that I did not have to place Brandie in while I freely rode her on my bike.
So, I creatively made one.
I went to find a crate that I fastened to the handlebars of my bike with rope then securely placed Brandie inside.
A neighborhood guy laughed at the situation when he saw me in action because he thought the effort and determination was cute. My mother had informed this information to me about the neighbor’s reaction later
Off I went through the streets of my neighborhood steering out of the way when cars drove up from behind and up ahead.
Brandie enjoyed her first bike ride in the comforts of the crate with the warm summer breeze enhancing her mood.
I will never forget that wonderful day of bonding sweetly with my baby.
I remember a great dream I had years ago.
In the dream, I lived in a spacious home that was shared with relatives of mine that I had not met yet in the awake state.
The home had so much room and was built off in a section way where my relatives and I would only run into each other occasionally or not so often inside the large-sized kitchen we also shared.
We all got along and went about our business in parts of the house that we resided and occupied.
The only person I told this dream to was my mother after I had it.
So, it was coincidental or suspicious when someone mentioned in a comment on one of my blog posts (Symptoms of Voodoo Black Magic by Mony Singh) years after I had the dream that they lived in a big house with the same or similar circumstances. I do not recall every detail within the person’s comment (and there are far too many comments to search through to look for it).
However, it was too close.
Of course, I do know that whatever we can think can happen or exist. And that whatever we may experience, someone else somewhere around the world will or may experience it too.
It is not that my dream and her claim of reality seemed impossible, it was just uncanny of her to mention the instance.
I work with a variety of people along with regular clients that I report to duty with.
As I was absent from work this past Christmas Eve- last Saturday- due to canceling my shift a day before, I returned to schedule this past Tuesday.
At the end of my shift my client handed me a large gift bag with two belated Christmas gifts inside from his wife. They had planned to give me the present prior on the Eve.
This was the second of gifts I had received from two of my clients that I see on a regular basis.
On Christmas morning, after opening presents, I washed and got dressed to accompany my mother to a department store.
She went to purchase some accessories for the home.
Along the way in one of the aisles I came across a pink colored toy Cadillac that could entirely sit barbie dolls inside the two front seats.
Even though I had already received Christmas presents at home my mother kindly bought me the car to take home to play with along with my other toys when I asked If I could get the item.
My mother was so kind and sweet to me.
A few years before, during the late 1970’s around Christmas, my mother’s childhood friend from high school took me to FAO Schwarz toy store located in Manhattan, New York.
There, we stood outside with a crowd of onlookers, gazing through the window of FAO Schwarz, admiring the beauty of the lit-up Christmas village toy community that had a running trainset and/or Santa Claus riding amid the town.
It was a gorgeously cute showcase displayed for the attraction.
Isn’t it wonderful to have the perfect getaway to get away from it all
That escape into the luxury of comfort and unconventionality in a place of convenience?
A home away from home unknown to the zone of commonality.
I want to go for that ride, ready to take that drive.
I am not one who likes to get up early in the morning to attend somewhere.
I prefer an afternoon, evening, or overnight shift when working.
However, the benefits of working a morning shift are to arrive home early.
Nevertheless, the later the start of a shift the more hours available to sleep before preparing to head out.
What is even crazier is sometimes on my off days I wake up early while on the days I must go to work I barely want to get up out of bed.
I think it is wonderful to utilize the talents and skills that we have.
Not only are the activities productive and resourceful, they are fun to take part in, whatever they may be.
There is so much variety within our nature, likings or interests.
As artists of many kinds, we are creative visionaries who are stimulated by instinct to exercise and utilize faculties throughout everyday life.
We can find anything that inspires or provokes us into action.
I used to sketch faces as a child and draw things- nothing serious- as I do not have a talent for top-notch drawing. I love beautiful paintings and the works of those who can draw pictures, cartoons, designs with a pencil or pen on paper.
I enjoyed water-painting as a child, molding with clay along with other crafts and handcraft.
Hobbies turn into remarkable careers for some.
We all appreciate being entertained by the talent of others, whether it is the lovely voices of those who sing beautiful songs, the excellent acting of those who are cast in movies or plays, the architecture of a building/home/community, the writings of books and literature, the designs of advertisements and attractions.
There is an entire world of beauty out there full of mind-blowing diversity.
I remember as a kid when I attended the day care center down the street on a corner from the block where I lived.
It was a 3k and pre-k early learning center -“the first step towards college and career readiness”- their logo reads- that is still in operation today at the same location.
During the late 70’s or early 80’s, they scheduled a school trip for us young students to explore. Our parents were welcome to come if they desired.
My mother attentively came along.
A school bus picked us up directly in front of the Charles Drew Day Care Learning Center.
We were all headed to the Pumpkin Patch!
There was a large farm field of pumpkins that were laid out all for us children to choose from. Our very own to take back home.
I ran my little body out into the open land, not afraid to journey independently to hunt.
I will never forget that day. It was exciting, educational, inspiring- and mommy was right there beside me for the experience.
I picked out a cute, perfect little pumpkin that was just right for me.
When the time came one day at home, because I did not cut into my adored pumpkin right away, my mother guided me as I carved open the head of the pumpkin to take out the pulp, fibrous strands, and seeds. My mom instructed me on how we did it together.
Afterwards, I carved two eyes, a nose, and a mouth into my pumpkin, then placed the stem back over the pumpkin as a hat.
My pumpkin lasted for a long time, from the beginning to the time it was finally ready to be thrown away.
I took a much-needed three-week vacation.
I had the time to get away from work, I had the extra time to spend with myself, I had the time to relax and heal from my bronchitis that sometimes acts up during the fall and winter season.
Most of all, I had plenty of time to intimately engage in my relationship with God by reading scripture and talking to him daily.
When dealing with some clients who suffer with certain ailments one either has to have patience or a serious drive to earn their pay that overrides all other unbearable factors.
In life unfortunate things do happen to people. For some are undeserved, and some deserve the predicament they are in as a result of dirt they may have done sometime within life without warrant or without the intent to change.
Of course, this is not the case for everyone as there are many circumstances of life and it is not wise to judge unknowingly especially when one has not walked in another person’s shoes. I am just speaking in particular of those who it may apply to in general.
Some of my clients as well as many others who are disable or dealing with ailments become bitter and take their anger out on those around them. I have dealt with a few of them in the past- one just in the recent past.
All of the other health care workers on his case left him. Some worked with him for just a day to decide they would not return back to his side.
I was one who held out for a while. Yes, he got on my nerves, but the hours were good, the money was good, and the short distance I traveled to his residence was fantastic!
I went to the job to make my “bread and butter” not to care about his attitude.
Finally, I had gotten tired and had enough of him. I left him too! A health care worker working with him called me and asked me did I quit.
I told her that I did not quit the agency but that I left him like all the others did. In return, she told me that she was going on vacation next week and that when she comes back she is not going back to him either!
I left Amazon on July 19, 2022. I began work at another job a week after.
The month of August proved a better livelihood into the future.
There was no depth to or any future working at Amazon.
The position I had as a locker Hub associate was a bit fun yet there was really no substance to the role.
Aside from the job not offering any compliment to my abilities whereas I could be challenged and grow, there was no opportunity to significantly advance.
In addition, there was no guarantee of a steady concurrent schedule or any schedule at all if one was not able to successfully compete with other employees on the App Amazon had set up for workers to be on to arrange their own timetable at a designated time every weekday.
Another drawback was Amazon only allowed us employees four hours a day of work unless one was lucky enough to catch a second four-hour shift for the same day.
And, I do not even want to elaborate on the absurd cap situation that limited the hours we were able to actually work. Amazon only extended hours to us if others canceled shifts and they needed others to fill in.
I had another profession to fall back on one I could always return to if I chose, in spite of that fact I preferred a change of field at the time.
I am one to look toward the future, to plan ahead. There was just no way to expect a stable income as there was no guarantee of steady work or making a living off of four hours a day at the pay-rate Amazon handed out.
I prayed for a dependable schedule, for a higher wage. I also prayed against certain co-workers who were envious, jealous, spiteful and prone to cause trouble.
The last time I prayed against those who were a problem a drama took place with one of them the next day along with nonsense from a new manager.
This was the day I decided to quit Amazon.
It was time for me to go, time for me to move on.
It was the answer to my prayers. Resolution had come in a way unexpected to how I anticipated it would be.
I realized this immediately when it all initially happened.
It was even better than what I hoped for now that I look back in hindsight.
I already had a peace of mind- yet now I am more at peace and at ease within spirit.
God removed me from an environment surrounded by negativity. What others in particular intended for harm God turned into my advantage.
I now have the stable work hours I desired; I have the higher pay that I desired.
Amazon was just another stepping stone in life where I was not meant to stand on too long. Only long enough to get me to the next level of plan.
While I have progressed and continue to rise in the paths accorded to my journey those coworkers who were a burden continue to remain stuck/shiftless, unable to go anywhere beyond the holes they have dug for themselves as they are completely limited within life and within capacity.
I was told more than once by certain people that I should become and would do well as a motivational speaker.
I honestly had never gave the idea any thought.
I was also told by a few I’d do very well in psychology yet I did at one time actually give thought to my capacity and potential within the study and science of the mind and personality before anyone had mentioned the suggestion to me.
Psychology comes naturally to me as I’ve always analyzed people and situations and if I had chose that path I would have made a darn good psychologist.
I am a very open minded individual with a heightened ability to perceive, and I also logically know, and understand, there is more to behavior and ways of thinking than what is widely generalized and categorized.
I do have great communication and interpersonal skills, however, I don’t think within the fashions of average society and some take my words or expressions in the incorrect way.
I have a very strong and unique mindset in which many never understood, though, people who are on the same wavelength do relate and harmonize with me.
We all have our own differences, nevertheless, sometimes a fresh or unusual viewpoint or revelation can be interesting, inspiring, and invigorating.
Jealousy and envy is very real and it is a very ugly emotion and thing in which causes discontentment and resentment within certain individuals towards others.
Have you ever had positive situations going for you and those in particular attempted to spoil the advantages?
It happens all of the time with many of us who are productive and who are able to flourish.
People are ready and are often on standby looking to prevent and to tarnish the prospects of opportunity as they don’t like to see others succeed and get ahead.
The most important thing to do is to always stay aware, keep up at having a genuine sense of self, purpose, and foundation.
Continue to revel within your own personal happiness, peace, and determination to proceed forward as no one can destroy one’s true inner joy, serenity, and motivation if they are strong within mind and spirit.
One doesn’t need the acknowledgement from others to acknowledge one’s self
I’ve never needed a reward or anybody’s praise to feel good about myself.
I know who I am and I know what I’m capable of doing.
If no one ever took notice of my abilities it would not have made me any less able.
There is so much more to many of us than what a lot of others can see or perceive upon the surface.
What about the other qualities or faculties in which we may possess?
What about our character, how our minds think, what we stand for, what we believe in, the very things in which define our being of substance?
Those of us who are strong and confident don’t require anyone to validate us. Our existence and state of being is proof enough of affirmation, we don’t need confirmation.
The very first award I remember to have received was at the age of seven or eight, I was presented a pen in front of my entire school auditorium for being one of the best readers among all the other students.
From then on, I’d constantly receive certificates, awards, and tokens of achievement, whether at school or on my jobs.
Of course, these exhibits of recognition are very nice and enough to make our parents and those who believe within our capacity very proud of us and of our accomplishments.
I just feel praise and awards are just words and objects in which one shouldn’t expect to depend on when it comes to self worth or self value, and going forward to attain one’s aspirations.
Some people are oblivious to the calculating motives and operation of certain supervisors or person’s within the workplace, and other particular establishments.
I’ve never been anyone’s flunky, or one to kiss anybody’s ass, and I will never start to.
I’m not the type who does anything to keep a job, or the type to accept any form of abuse, or mistreatment, especially not at the cost of insulting my intelligence and dignity.
I’m too fiery and sensible of a person to be held down and to not realize the additional opportunities out there within the world just waiting for me to reach out and grab them.
All we have to do if or when such an instance occurs is to seek and we shall most definitely find a well suited venture to undertake.
My mother bought me my first electric typewriter when I was twelve years of age. It was an excellent quality Brother model attractively toned in beige with a black keyboard.
Before then, I had two manual typewriters.
I treasured the gift my mother gave to me as it gave me a productive way to occupy my mind. She purchased the electric typewriter because she knew I liked to write and after creatively experimenting with stories I had invented with my new literary machine I was certain a writer is what I definitely wanted to be when I grew up.
I use to sit up at my dresser in my bedroom sipping hot tea with milk delightfully typing my imagination away!
During my teenage years my mother wanted to buy me a computer, however, I didn’t want one at the time.
I wasn’t interested as I was content writing in long hand on notebook paper then typing my manuscripts up with the use of my electric typewriter.
Then, one day I got surprised when an old neighbor who use to live next door to us purchased me a brand new computer for Christmas.
She had gotten me everything to go along with it. The monitor, the keyboard, speakers and a printer.
Ever since, I don’t understand why I didn’t want a computer from the beginning when my mother had first suggested the idea to me.
Daily Living, By Miss LaToya 