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Sunday, January 31, 2016


Here I am again...awake. I have been in this position over and over again. Three hours ago my dog was pacing the house. Up and down the stairs, in and out of my bedroom, and back again up and down the stairs. Occasionally he would bark whilst he was downstairs at the backdoor. Now at this time I was actually sleep, but with him alerting me that something was up; I rose. As I descended down the stairs I could hear his nails of his paws clicking on the hardwood floors to meet me. We both went to checkout what was going on. I reassured him it was probably a stray cat,dog, or some other type of animal that was in the yard. This went on about two or three times, and two or three times I would check only to find out it was nothing. The fact that he is not a dog that constantly barks for no reason; it is quite necessary to check. One can never be to sure; especially when you are living alone or should I say the only two legged individual in the house. He has been pacing the floors for about three nights now, and each time I told him it was okay or to get in bed with me. Tonight was different. I heard him enter my room, pace, jump from his doggie bed to the area rug by my bed. Now I am listening to all of this with my back towards him, for I sleep on my side. I could feel his eyes starring at my back. I turned and there is was starring straight at me. Being the type of dog lover that I am we had a one way conversation asking him what was wrong. I informed him I was going out in the night to go hunt for what was bothering him, so instead I dawn my dressing gown and went downstairs to the living. I informed him that I would stay up to ease what was bothering. If I was going to be up I decided to turn on the television and make some popcorn. Whilst in the kitchen he would walk in and out to see what I was doing. Once popcorn was done, I got comfortable and proceeded to watch a show. I totally stop paying attention to him, but as I look around I noticed he wasn't with me. I rose from my chair and looked about and found the he had gone upstairs in my son's room and on the bed I found my dog sleeping. I shook my head and eased out the room so not disturb him. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, for it took me to go through changing to settle his nerves. I will do whatever I can to soothe his nerves and keep him in peace,for he brought peace in my life by being just who four-legged angel.

Friday, January 1, 2016

GIVE THANKS I awoke while everyone else was still warm and cuddly in their beds; even my dog was cuddled up in the bed still with my son. It was even to early for him. I kept the lights off not to awake anyone as I walked down the stairs to the kitchen. I gave thanks for my family, dog, and house. I entered the chilled kitchen, turned of the lights, and the oven since I was going to use it anyway on Mr. Tom Turkey. I prepared the coffee, and started to gather the items necessary for the feast. Thanksgiving once again and blessed to have one. Being the only one awake made it possible to have a cup of coffee alone and in silence. I turned on the radio for company. Christmas music was playing putting me in the mood. I love this time of the year; even though I do not get snow. I gave thanks for the electricity, my coffee, and the alone time. The turkey was awaiting in the fridge to be seasoned, butter, and stuffed. I almost cut my fingers as I was chopping the vegetables as I heard of the hours for the stores for the "BLACK FRIDAY" hours. I was totally appalled to hear that some stores were going to be opened the same evening of Thanksgiving. I gave thanks I was no longer working retail. Companies couldn't just let there hard working staff have one full day with there families and friends for the day of THANKS. I know it is all about the money when it comes to business, but let us not forget the people that make it happen and what they give to make it happen. I give thanks The family had arisen and now dressed and ready to enjoy the preparing of the grand meal and the joining of the whole family. The little ones at their table and the elders at theirs we prayed,"Dear God, we thank thee for the blessings that you bestowed upon us and the ones that join us at this table. Those that could not be with us this day, be with them and keep them well. The meal we are about to feast upon, let it nourish our bodies as well as our souls. Let us not forget for whom makes it possible; which is you dear Lord. We pray....AMEN." We Give and Gave THANKS


The fireworks exploded up in the night sky, Auid Lang Syne was sung as the ball ascended down to bring in the New Year of 2016,and the people cheered loudly for seeing the coming of the new year. People kissed, hugged, and even some cried with the rejoicing. A new year is upon us and I do wish you all a BLESSED, PROSPEROUS, STUPENDOUS, AND MAY LOVE TOUCH YOUR HEARTS AND YOUR SOUL THIS YEAR. Out with the old and in with the new, so it is said. Don't forget the past, but by all means bring forth a future of greatness, peace, but most of all love for your fellow man. It is said,"to keep the spirit of Christmas all through the year". -- Charles Dickens. It should not be that hard to do and achieve. It has nothing to do with the gifts, the tree, or even the decorations. It has deals with the spirit of love and care for each other and wanting all the best for them. So my New Year wish is for that to happen for all of us. HAPPY NEW YEAR 2016

Saturday, November 28, 2015


You stand there looking at yourself in the mirror, as you have done many times before. Your tattered dress, the tear stains that have dried on your face, and the bruise on your cheek that you didn't get from bumping into the kitchen cabinet. How much more can you take? Does your bones have to be broken? Oh, that's right, you have had your bones broken many times before. You listen to the harsh words that are spoken, yelled, and even screamed at you, but you don't do anything, but take it all in. You spirit has been beaten down, just like you have been beaten down. You hear your child cry the cries he has cried many times before, but you take him in your arms and lie to him and yourself, "it's going to be alright. Don't cry. Shhh, it's going to be alright." How much more does that child have to take? How many more lies do you have to tell him and yourself? He takes out his pain, his own disappointment, his own non-self esteem, and he bullies you. Yes, he needs help, but so do you. There is help for both of you. If you stay because of love; then my dear love yourself first and take care. Organizations are there to assist you and teach you what to do and to rebuild your self confidence in yourself, so you can take care of you, yourself, and your child. The same help is there for him too, but he has to admit he has a problem. You do not want to be another causality and not be in war, but in war with yourself. Put your pride aside and seek help; before you have no voice to call out for help. As it said, "She's standing on a line between giving up and seeing how much more she can take." Get over the line and take no more. Have faith Have courage Have strength Have no more For love for you...woman to woman

Saturday, February 14, 2015


Valentine's Day is here. There will be the last minute shopping like on Mother's day, Christmas, or someone's birthday. Now, is it really necessary to wait to the last minute? If you love someone, why would you have to wait? Well, I think not. By they way, to show the one you LOVE, or care for,and/ or want to spend the rest of your life with; that love should be shown love every waking day of your life. Not everyone is going to be celebrating this day, for some might be taking the time to remember that lost love, or the one that got away, or even the one they wished they had. Some will avoid the day all together; thinking that love was not meant for them. For those that are trying to avoid it; forget it or you are just in total denial of the emotion of it all. It isn't about the gifts, the money spent; it is the little things that matter. I will be the one to break it to you; in some time in the future you will fall or want to be in love. Love is unavoidable. It is a strong human connection that we have. Whether you heterosexual or homosexual the heart is going to want what the heart wants....L-O-V-E...LOVE. Don't give up, don't despair, for love is in the air!

Saturday, November 15, 2014


"There is one thing to look in a mirror and see your image, but it is another to see yourself for who and what you really's a whole another viewpoint."- Mozette From time to time it wouldn't be a bad idea to step back and look yourself all over again. Not the look of you, but the you that is deep inside. It is like looking a glass that is half full or half empty. Which is it? Do you still have happenings that you want to fulfill or are you content with yourself? Have you thought about this? I have. I am taking the time out, now that the last child has flown the he should, and started looking at myself with different eyes. Not the eyes of a daughter, sister, girl-friend, wife, or mother; just the eyes of ME. Sometimes life throws us curves we just didn't know would happen, but if we did; I wonder would we move out the way so we wouldn't be hit with them? They call it drama, I call it...LIFE. We didn't come here with a manuals on how it was going to be, but we do have choices; some good and some bad. It is what we decide to choose is how we find out the outcome. You can't live this life trying to be extra careful. You can be cautious, but overly careful; I truly think we wouldn't be living. You know like you tell you tell a child..."be careful walking across the street, or look both ways before crossing the street"...we as adults should use that "careful" lesson. That lesson is to keep you safe. It is like if you know that you can't swim, then fool don't go in the lake for a swim....simple as that. Knowing the simple rules of safety in life and been using them for a long while I am starting to re-evaluate my life and find that I have been to overly cautious and not have too much fun. I have followed all the guidelines of being a good daughter, I guess the same for sister... because dealing with your siblings can be trying, the golden rule of being a good wife, and being that "GOOD" mother. Now it is time for me. I didn't know how I was putting so much pressure on myself by trying to be in societies viewpoint....squash it. I am finding out...hope not too being true to myself. "To thine own self be true"--Shakespeare. or Throw caution to the wind. Make a choice, take a pick, or both...I dare you. Either way...enjoy your life. Peace to you ALL! MOZETTE

Sunday, November 2, 2014


Am I scare to love again? I have loved and lost, and losing is the worst part of loving. I remember the butterflies in the stomach when you first meet, the shy glance, the anticipation of the first date, and the tingle you get from the first touch or kiss. Yes, I admit I would love to have to feelings back again, but getting on the ride again in this day in age is not easy. I asked my daughter, which is in her thirties and asked her what the dating world like for her. She proceeded to tell me what it was like; "mom it is not easy. The guys that either have gotten my attention or my theirs just want to see what they can get out of you financially and sexually. There is little time spent I am like, what makes me laugh or know...getting to know me. I hate it." I was astonished to find that a woman of my years was having the same issues as my daughter. What has happen to the dating world? Or the world in general? It has been told to me; to get over the other you must go on to the next. That is easier said than done. I sit here writing and listening to jazz that we once shared and smile. The memories come as quickly as the typed words on this page. I pause for a moment and linger to the lyrics that are sung, closing my eyes and remembering your eyes the outreach of your hand asking me to dance with you. I rise from my chair and dance with no one, just the sound of the music. I feel the cross breeze that fills the room along with the aroma of the lavender scented candle calming my spirit. I close my eyes again and imagine you. I smile remembering the few soft swaying dance moves we would make around the living room floor. Remembering your eyes closed as you took in the music that made you sway and move about. Watching your enjoy the music made me smile too. The dance nothing fancy, or nothing choreographed, but pleasantly enjoyed. I open my eyes to not find you there. For the first time in months I was not shedding tears. Have I gotten use to you gone, or is it that the remembrance of happy times doesn't warrant tears. If so, I am happy about this. True, I will never forget you and I don't want to. I just want to get on with my life and be apart of the living. When they closed the casket to you it is like they closed on me too. Well here I am scratching on the inside screaming...."let me out. I am not gone yet. It isn't my time yet." I want to date again. I want to hear new music. I want to dance till spent; look into the eyes of new eyes, and smile brightly knowing I am still here and very much alive. I want the opportunity to tell me daughter that soon it will pass and all will be fine. You will date and fall in love.