Feeling Renewed in Business, Career, and Love

July became my month of yes and I took a huge leap into something that I was not sure I was ready for.  The internet is full of copycat ideas and recycled presentations so I’m sticking with what I know…I’mma just DO ME!

When I log into my social media and I see ads for “FREE” this and “FREE” that I’m slightly intrigued.  I click, I enroll, I listen, then I receive countless emails.  There are a few people that I pay close attention to because they consistently push the message of authenticity.  So I’ll continue to be authentic and transparent in my approach because that’s all that I know how to do.

I had to gather my thoughts for this post because I have taken a lot in over these few weeks for summer break and I just wanted to be clear in what I was saying before I posted my thoughts about anything.

Business|I was obsessing about book ideas and then I was struck with one that I cannot abandon.  I find it ironic that as fictitious characters speak to authors, my real life thought processes urge me to write in that discipline…EXPERIENCES from my classroom mixed with life lessons.  Sure other educational experts focus on the needs of our students but I like the approach I’m taking with my writing.  I’m focusing on ways to help teachers because honestly so many times in my career I felt alone and misunderstood.

img_5542So I’m turning that around to pour into my writing and helping other teachers as well on their academic journeys.  Once I got my services in order I began to see how I help more teachers than others would have probably thought possible when I first began teaching.  I had to BOSS UP just a little bit and be unafraid.  For every one thing about me that was misunderstood, I’ve taken back control of my business and writing and I’m pushing the envelope.

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I’ve stepped into my purpose and I knew that things would take time.  I have even tapped into my entrepreneurial spirit and realized that in order to live the life that I want to live, I must pave my path and create in my own lane.  Books and business are only the beginning and I’m staying the course because I have two precious boys (no matter how badly they drive me crazy) that are paying attention to my every move.

Career|This summer went by in a flash.  It seems like we were just getting out in May, and we return tomorrow.  I had the wonderful experience of attending the Model Schools Conference in June.  I felt inspired to keep writing in my discipline of teacher mentorship and set a personal goal that I will be speaking at the conference in June 2020!  I have to speak things into existence because I feel strongly about these next few years of teaching.  Putting things into perspective, my oldest is going to be a Freshman in high school, and my baby boy is going to 7th grade.  Entering my 11th year in the classroom, my career clock is ticking and I’m feeling like I just might be done anywhere between the next three to six years.

See I’m 3 1/2 years from 40 and with my new business venture (started my own health and wellness business) I’d like to create wealth in that, continue to write, speak~guest speak~facilitate~or host workshops in the future.  I’m not a radical voice, but I’m dedicated to newer teachers because experience has taught me.  Entering the field of education is political, but new teachers and I mean those that have been in the classroom less than three years need SUPPORT.  I know I did which is why I wrote my first book.img_5177

I have been asked about leadership and if I have thought about transitioning into that level and to be honest…NO!  After being passed over to become an academic coach because the other candidate “looked better on paper” I realized that maybe it was not for me.  I was not deterred, but like I told another administrator, “You never know what someone is capable of doing until they are given the opportunity to show their leadership skills.”  My candor is a gift and a curse and I am not compromising that for anyone.  I’ll practice my delivery, but the reality is that people hear what they want to hear.  When you think outside of the box like I do most of the time, you will face rejection and scrutiny from some, but encouragement and support from others.

In teaching I have had to adjust and not let my feelings be stronger than my mind.  I’m not saying that I’m unemotional, I’ve just learned how to manage my feelings better while teaching.  In a roundabout way, I’m desensitized and situations that would get me upset before, really don’t now going into this 11th year.  The only thing I don’t take kindly to is anyone discrediting my teaching and attacking my career.  That’s a big NO-NO in my book.  But I’ve realized people don’t like my style because of how I disturb their approach.  What happens in my classroom is just that!  I’m in control of my content!

LOVE|I have not ventured into this topic in a while and it was with GREAT intention not too.  And it’s not because I’ve been unhappy in love, I was just on hiatus from dating and putting all of my eggs in one basket.  See I dated an older guy for a while.  He was GOOD to me but he had some extra baggage that held him back from dating/getting to know someone/trusting ONE woman exclusively.  He started off saying I’m only interested in getting to know you, then ALL of that changed.  We began to see each other less frequently and it was hard at first because we SPENT a lot of time together initially.  He’s still a decent guy but we are just FRIENDS and we both are okay with that…NO PRESSURE!

When I walked away from that, not exactly a clean walk away, but when I took a step back to focus on BETTERING ME and my VIBRATIONAL PATTERN, I saw the beauty is organic chemistry.  There are familiar strangers all around, and you’d be surprised at who would treat you right if ever given the opportunity.  People make a big deal about commitment and dating to the point of it being exhausting.  I for a fact don’t look at each person I date as marriage material.  I mean after a couple of dates you know if you want to be around someone and enjoy their company without the complications… I NEVER have been nor will I EVER be the, “So what are we doing girl?” LOL…

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Then I met HIM and all of that has changed.  Solidifying the FRIENDSHIP!  I’m renewed in LOVE because I’ve always believed in the possibility of genuine and organic connections.  Hmmm…when BAE said, “I pray for you, and I pray for US.”  That changed the trajectory of EVERYTHING.

I’m fully aware that my business, career, and love won’t look like anyone else’s; I’m okay with that.  I’m staying true to what I know and believe.  So what is for me, is for me!

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30-60-90: The Wait

A few years ago I read Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man with my book club and while for the most part the book was common sense, a woman unsure of herself would feel very enlightened.  But I revisited an idea in this book that makes total sense and is the common approach in many career fields.  90 Days!

If the field of education began to screen people for 90 days they would see that the quality of teachers diminish within that time and would go back to square one trying to find highly qualified and motivated teachers for the classroom.  However, the focus of this blog is not my current career field, but the 30-60-90 wait in relationships.

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The idea of taking your time to get to know someone is a foreign concept in this hurry up and wait society.  I recently have had my ideas of love, relationships, and commitment challenged.  I have faced some eye opening experiences that make me question what’s really real and sustainable in this laissez faire mindset many people have assumed.

In the aforementioned book, it is suggested that women should withhold sex for 90 days because that makes a man want you more.  If you are adult enough to have sex, one day or holding out for 90 days is not going to make you a permanent part of a man’s life…he either wants you or he don’t.

The first 30 days are wonderful and full of excitement.  Talking on the phone for hours at a time…and yes people still do that…going on dates, spending time together and endless laughter all have the makings of what you think is going to last.  You’re most understanding when you are trying to make an impression on someone hoping that they will gain more interest in you.  Good morning and good night texts are a plus as well because it shows that the other person is thinking about you…or at least you hope that they are thinking about you.

Counting on up to the 60 day mark you find yourself smitten.  You do a lot of things together.  Walking around the store holding hands because its sweet, sitting at a restaurant bar having drinks, and acting up in public laughing loudly and everybody looks at you and think that you and your friend are in love.  Hilarious right!  WRONG! Because now you have feelings for someone and the more time you spend with them, the more evident why you have feelings for that person begins to shine through.  It’s inwardly uncomfortable because you struggle to find balance between saying what you are feeling and not being too expressive.  Does my love scare you, you want to ask but then you remember you haven’t said “I love you”.  Do you want to be with me beyond what you think you might feel right now, you want to ask, but then you remember that you are “just friends”.  But if we are just friends, why does this feel so right?

Keep counting because just like a new employer is watching the new hire, your FRIEND is watching you. In fact you are watching each other.  So you begin to wonder if at 90 days what is going to happen.  Is my probationary period over?  Have you seen enough of me to make a sound decision about where you want me in your life?  Are you putting me on an extended probationary period because you aren’t exactly sure?  So the wait continues.  The butterflies grow stronger.  The love is more intense but you have to sit on what you are feeling because for once you have decided not to fall flat on your face.

You don’t want to feel rejection.  You don’t want to get too deep in your feelings and then there is no reciprocity.  You are cautious because what feels right makes you tick.  Your friend makes you happier than you have ever been in your life.  The wait…30-60-90!  It’s a catch 22!  Guard your heart for it is the giver of life.

~LaTilya Rashon

Let Go Of What Was, Embrace What Is To Come

In the pursuit of greatness I sometimes find myself side-tracked, off task, distracted, and shut down.  I take those times to think, reflect, regroup, and re-channel my energy into something productive.  My blog is my refuge and outlet.  My blog is my safe place even though my words are very public.

In this second month of this New Year I am going to take the time to live and timeshare because life is too short to sit still, be unhappy, and missing out on great opportunities.  I have vowed in 2017 to do a lot of things that will propel my life and I am going to let one of my focuses for this month be to Not Dwell on the Past.letting-go

The intricate details of my life have been discussed, chronicled throughout my personal journals, this blog, and my book.  I have been told that I reveal too much at times and I should keep some things to myself, but I disagree.  I have stated that I share my story because someone may be inspired by the things I say, have experienced, and ultimately have revealed.

It is no secret that I was married at the tender age of 21 and that union lasted eight years and my two amazing sons were gifts from that union.   I learned a lot about myself in my twenties.  I was a firecracker, easily set off and ready to blow at any given moment.  I have since grown up past that, but sometimes I feel that heat rising and I have to take a step back. RELAX AND RELEASE!

It is also no secret that I just filed for divorce, and this is a mixed blessing.  I was swept off my feet in the beginning of that relationship but things changed.  Changed so drastically that I don’t even recognize who I was in that marriage.  So who I was a year ago is not who I am today since making the conscious decision to live life more abundantly.  You cannot control how someone treats you, nor can you hope that someone will change, that has to be a personal choice.  So today and from this day forward I CHOOSE ME.

Lately, there have been so many relationships around me falling apart that it makes me wonder what is really going on.  You’d think in the cold months someone would want to be cuffed, but I am seeing some really great women being taken for granted that were in COMMITTED RELATIONSHIPS…primarily MARRIAGES.  It throws me because in general we learn how people feel about us based on how they treat you.  Those red flags be there… The tell-tell signs were ever-present, but HOPE had us holding on…

RED FLAGS

I don’t want a relationship (outright being stated loud and clear)

Random phone calls

Random texts

Sporadic behavior (disappearing acts, no calls, no quality time, IGNORING)

Endless excuses

Things just truly not making sense (LIES, LIES, LIES)

I won’t dwell on the past (all of those red flags) because my future is too bright to not take time out to enjoy myself with people that want to spend time with me.  I would rather share my time with someone who appreciates the whole me, not just my likable parts! It’s all about timesharing!  Nope I’m not talking about vacationing, but if that occurs then, so be it.

I’d rather share my time over late night conversations and pancakes versus loud clubs and hot wings (even though I love chicken).  Being asked on an actual date to see a movie that ends in a hug rather than Netflix and Chill (even though I keep my finger on the remote ready to binge watch what’s poppin).  My idea of timesharing is about making eye contact and talking about current events, while watching television and getting your feet massaged. YES THINGS LIKE THIS REALLY HAPPEN. 

Acknowledging that you like someone’s company with no strings attached because you don’t want a commitment but the potential is present.  Be myself to point of endless laughter because the chemistry is beyond the physical, it is encompassed by the mental and the spiritual and nurturing the emotional.  I want to share my energy with someone that will pick my brain for unanswered questions because they find it stimulating and exciting.  Sharing a cocktail or two of your favorite beverage just to unwind from your day because it’s nice to listen to music and not feel rushed to do anything other than what you are doing.  Intimate Happy Hour please!

The list goes on and on about the kind of experiences that make time sharing worth my while and someone pretty AMAZING would have to come along to make me believe in and feel LOVE again.  All women want to be loved…pay attention love is not just words, it’s actions as well.

Not dwelling on the past and time sharing opens up the door for two-way support, open communication, and a drama free existence.  Cuddling, macchiatos at Starbucks, working out in the gym keeping it tight and right, and meeting someone at the store just to be on the same aisle as them has the element of  satisfaction that is enough to keep someone thinking, blushing, and reminiscing for hours and days at a time.  This is a reality that many women could only dream about happening.  A reality relishing in the enjoyment of a man craving the essence of your being in order to make the friendship stronger and the connection longer lasting.

I have heard it before and now I really get it…

Let a man change your life, teach you some things, make love to my soul before he change your status.

No longer dwelling…embracing what is to come…

~LaTilya Rashon

Are You Nina Mosley?

Are You Nina Mosley?

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A casual outing can turn into a life changing experience regardless of the circumstances.

Reading the Good Book we learn that there is time for everything.

Ecclesiastes 3New International Version (NIV)

A Time for Everything

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:    a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
    a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
    a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
    a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
    a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
    a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
    a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

People often tell you to be careful what you ask for because you just might get it.  But that is kind of the point.  Life is not as cut and dry as people would like it to be and we indeed need shifts to happen in our lives to give us redirection and focus.

Even when we feel like our lives are out of our control, keeping with the idea to pray until something happens we see the weight of our lives drop from our shoulders.  A lot of times we go through so much that we forget how to take care of ourselves.  So I have to ask are you Nina Mosley?

In the fictional character Nina Mosley from the urban classic, Love Jones, she is a woman that has sustained a break-up from her fiancé and getting back into the groove of things.  She meets a handsome stranger, Darius Lovehall, and just when she is thinking they will just be friends, things take a turn over the course of their interactions.

Ladies whether we admit it or not, we want breakfast in bed, we want to be wined and dined, and ultimately we want to be loved and adored.  But are we ready for these kind gestures when the situation is placed in your lap?

With so many relationship experts, life coaches, and counselors in this world, I find it humanly impossible to rely on “man” to tell me as woman what I may or may not be ready for.  For instance, Nina meets Darius and they have fun, simple and plain until they realize that the comfort level of their relationship is unmatched in the arms of someone else.

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Is it okay to be Nina Mosley and have fun with someone on your own accord and not care about the opinion of others?  Is it okay to spend uncounted hours with someone after a serious break-up?  People have no idea the pain you deal with behind closed doors but be so ready to judge you openly based on their perception of you and your situation.

Holding your pain inside will keep you sheltered but when you let things go you realize that everything you have gone through is beautiful.  You have to commit to making your life better in order to feel better.  Could you imagine if social media was as popular in relationships then as we watch the love unfold between Nina and Darius, as it is now with all of these relationships and “situationships”?  Nina and Darius would not have stood a chance.

Ideally, some of the conversations that spark during the movie, the tension, the intimacy, and the feelings that emerge is what make everything a love jones.  Everyone wants to be loved.  Everyone wants compassion.  Everyone wants a companion.  However, there is no time limit for these things to happen.  Going back to my original scripture, as you continue to read, the Good Book says that God will make things beautiful in his timing.

In your flesh you can’t help who you like. You can’t help who you adore.  You can’t stop falling in love with someone who gives you a feeling that you have never felt before.  It is all his timing.  Even when you don’t ask for something, He has the powerful gift of giving you just what you need.

Are you Nina Mosley?  Do you recognize the time?  Where are you in your relationship status?  Do you care what others think?  If you are free and open, and have no regard for the opinion of others and are simply living your life and enjoying the life you have been presented through the difficult times; then yes you are.

~LaTilya Rashon

 

Short Stories-No Strings Attached: Charli and Tristan Part 2

Charli and Tristan: Things Have Changedhl3

Charli’s mom decided that she was ready to move from the straight back and into a better house.  After looking for a short time, she had found one house but since Charli was not too enthused about it, the search continued.  By the time her mom found another house Charli began to think about all the nights she had spent in her old home with her friends.  The new house was an upgrade because there was a shower in the bathroom, but the memories being left behind is what had her stuck.

She wondered if Tristan would still come to visit her.  She wondered if the late night hellos would stop.  She wondered a lot about the new home, especially her neighbors because that was the one thing she was glad to be escaping from in her old neighborhood.  Living on a newly paved road, where the houses were close enough to hear the conversations carrying on inside was tricky because you were bound to hear something, or see something that you shouldn’t.

Just as they were moving, Charli’s nosey neighbor from across the street began talking shit about her, and on one particular day it all came to a head.  “You just don’t know what I have seen go on at your house”, Maime told Charli’s mom because she noticed how hard they were staring at them from across the street.  Charli’s mom, Cassie, looked at the old woman and said, “Well if you wanted me to know you would have told me by now, so as far as I am concerned you ain’t got shit to say.”  With those few words, Cassie walked inside and resumed packing up her belongings, then looked at her daughter and realized what a beauty she really was.

“Mommy, what was all of that about?” Charli asked walking into her mother’s room.  Even though she had heard most of the exchange, she really was hoping that her mom would talk to her and not treat her like a baby.  She liked being the only child.  She liked being the center of mother’s universe, but she also wanted her mom to see that she did not have to be protected from the many things that people said about her because she had actually grown used to it.  “Oh, Maime was just talking junk as usual, saying that I just don’t know what you be up to when I’m not home.”  Cassie decided to take that chance to have that conversation, phishing for a response from her, trying to see exactly what she would say.

There was an understanding between Charli and her mom that left a lot of people confused.  Cassie was not blind to the many admirers her daughter had, she just hoped that Charli was being smart.  She also knew that Tristan had become a permanent fixture in Charli’s life and wanted to protect her from heartbreak.  Even though Charli was mature for her age, Tristan was no longer in school and was grown in the eyes of the law but she knew how her daughter felt about him.

They had been moved in a few months and Tristan finally made his way over to see Charli.  True to form he called and told her he’d be out and about for a little while but he would definitely come see her because he missed her.  Charli lived a few streets over from Tristan’s aunt’s house, so it was not really a stretch for him to make his way over to see her.

Sitting in the living room one night, Charli heard a car door close then she saw a car out front.  She felt the butterflies in the pit of her stomach as she watched Tristan walk up the driveway.  She opened the door before he could knock.  “Come outside”, he said to her very smoothly and without hesitation she stepped outside.  As they sat on the front steps she could smell the Cool Water cologne, but fidgeted a little because she had heard in the streets that Tristan had a girlfriend.  But remembering they were just friends she couldn’t be mad.

“What brings you by Trist?”  Looking at him, she saw a stress line in the middle of his forehead as he began to speak.  “Man chill out, I just wanted to see you”, Tristan looked at her.  He could hear the hurt in her voice, but he had made up in his mind he would tell the truth about whatever she asked.

“So I hear you have a girlfriend, why you not with her?”  Charli looked at him, searching his face for more answers.  “Look, it ain’t what you think it is” he began to say.  “Yea ole girl my girlfriend but shit ain’t working out anyways; but I ain’t here to talk about her.  I just wanted to see you.”  Then there was awkward silence.  The night air around them was humid and thick.  Crickets chirped as they sat side by side staring up at the stars in the moonlight.  Tristan grabbed Charli hand and said, “I will never lie to you.”

A few weeks went by before they spoke again.  Charli respected his relationship, but wanted to know why he chose someone else to be his girlfriend over her.  It bothered her quite a bit but she knew that no matter who he was with, if he came to see her, she would not turn him away.

Just as she had poured a big glass of sweet tea from the fridge and sat down to watch Midnight Love on BET, there was a knock at the door.  She had felt anxious the whole day wondering what was causing her nervousness.  Her heart had been missing the person who popped up at his own will.  Tristan was at the door again.  He was tired, but he was intense.  He walked on in.  Instead of going into Charli’s room they watched Janet Jackson’s Anytime, Anyplace video and sat on the couch.  He didn’t say anything, he just held her hand.  As Brian McKnight’s Anytime began to play, Tristan leaned into her and kissed her.

This kiss was different.  It was lustful.  It was warm.  It was a longing in his veins that he could no longer deny.  Tristan loved Charli, and even though he never spoke the words to her, he hoped she understood.  He was older.  He knew what to do.  He knew what to say.  He took the lead and pulled Charli from the couch.  He hugged her.  He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her tight.

Tristan looked down at her and kissed her again sliding his tongue between her lips.  His tongue wrestled with hers as he walked her backwards towards her room.  He sat her on the edge of her bed and removed his shirt while standing in front of her.  “Can I?”

Those two words slid off of his lips as he reached for her shirt.  Before Charli could answer, she felt his hands in the small of her back pulling her closer to him.  He lifted her shirt up and over her head, then kissed her on her forehead.  This was happening.

To be continue…

Short Stories-No Strings Attached: Charli and Tristan Part 1

Charli and Tristan: Innocent Love

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Charli had felt the pressure to lose her virginity and soon found out that it was not worth all of the hype.  The experience was not pleasant and when she got her next boyfriend he automatically assumed that they would have sex too.  She did but it was more so because she didn’t want him to break up with her rather than wanting to really have sex.  After all peer pressure was hell for a girl her age because having the maturity to say no just did not exist.  It was not until she met Tristan that she realized that not all boys were the same.

Charli had seen Tristan around school, and was actually friends with his brother Trae. She could not keep her eyes off of him, Tristan was everything.  Her heart skipped a beat when she would see him and wondered if he ever looked at her in the same way.  Having a crush on someone and them not knowing was a relief because it saved her the embarrassment of rejection.  But after a couple of years of watching him from a distance, Charli began to notice how his eyes always found a way to meet with hers.

She sat at the top of the bleachers one Sunday at the park and she spotted Tristan walking across the field.  He had matured a lot but still had his smooth baby face, and chocolate skin that made her heart flutter.  They had never spoken more than a few words to each other in passing, but this particular day something felt different.  Tristan dapped a few dudes up as he walked towards the basketball courts, stood in the crowd with some others because he was dressed to play this particular Sunday.  He headed towards the bleachers and Charli wondered if he would come her way and he did.

She felt a pinch on her side and there he was, Tristan, smiling up at her showing his beautiful white teeth.  “Hey Charli,” he said leaning as he propped his elbows up beside her hip slightly touching it.  “What’s up Trist,” she said looking down at him trying to play it cool.  They had been playing phone tag, and she was sure that he had gotten the message from his older sister that she had called him.  Charli wasn’t exactly shy, but sometimes leaving a message for him was scary especially when their grandmother answered the phone.  She always seemed so aggravated.

Whenever Charli and Tristan talked it was always long enough for him to tell her that he would be out and about for a while but he would hit her up later.  He was a corner boy and she knew what that meant and pretty soon his phone calls were long enough just to say, “I’ll be by to see you later.”  That didn’t stop Charli from calling, sometimes she’d call just so he would know she reached out.

They would see each other many times in different places.  The park on Sundays, the corner store where everybody hung out to shoot pool and listen to Tupac blasting from the jukebox, the teen club Paradise, and teen night up at Voodoo’s on Tuesday nights during the summer.  There was always a subtle hello, a slight grab of the arm, a glance across the room, or a whisper in the ear to step outside so they could talk.  No one was blind to it.  Charli and Tristan had the true what’s understood don’t need to be explained relationship.  Not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend but it was more than friendship.

Charli’s mom worked at night, so on the weekend her friends would fall through and parlay at the house for a few hours just laughing and shooting the shit.  Ironically the crew that would fall through was friends of Tristan’s that were also involved with Charli’s friends.  The circle was tight and everybody guarded each other’s relationships.  By the time everyone would clear out slightly after midnight, Charli would retreat to her room full of nothing but love for her friends and guarder of their secrets.  Her eyes would shut for maybe thirty minutes before hearing a tap at the front door.

Checking the clock, it displayed 12:57 a.m.  Without precaution, Charli walked to the door and opened it without asking who it was.  Many times this would happen.  She’d open the door, turn, and then walk back to her room.  Tristan would step in, shut the door, and follow the path leading him to her.  To Charli, Tristan always smelled like a freshly smoked blunt and Cool Water cologne.  He was tired from beating block and wanted to rest.

Stepping into Charli’s room, she walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck giving him her love disguised as a hug.  He’d wrap his arms around her waist squeezing her in return.  They’d stand there face to face.  “Hey Trist,” she said, “It’s late.”  Simple sentences, no questions.  “Yeah, I know but I wanted to see you,” he said smoothly.  Charli just looked at him and smiled, “Good, but I was laying down,” she’d say turning back towards her bed, climbing to the middle of it.  Tristan would kick off his shoes and join her.

There was no pressure.  There were no lies.  He was the only dude she was interested in and waited for him to come see her most of the time.  She knew that he was a corner boy.  He was also older than her but he never tried to take advantage of her.  Tristan turned her face towards his and kissed her.  His lips were soft, his tongue was warm, and his touch made her comfortable.  He whispered, “Thank you for not turning me away.”

Charli kissed him back, lovingly.  She looked in his eyes and heard his sincerity then turned on her side.  Tristan reached under her shirt and pulled her closer to him and held her while he napped lightly.  His internal alarm woke him up.  He’d grabbed his shoes and pulled Charli towards the door, he knew her mom would be home from work soon.  He hugged her again, and then walked out the door.  She closed it behind him.  She loved him at a very young age.

They spent time like this on the regular.  Charli was his safe place.  Tristan was hers.

To be continued…

That’s My Bestfriend

I do not have a particular format for my writing but sometimes I am inspired sporadically.

There are not a lot of people in this world that you can call on any time of the day.  Some people think that best-friends have to be joint at the hip.  Luckily for me my favorite friends, my best-friends do not think like that.

I met her in third grade.  She had this really big hair and mocha skin.  She was in another class, different from me, but I didn’t stay at that school to get to know her that year. However when I came back in the fourth grade, her wavy hair was across the hall from me in my aunt’s fourth grade class.

My best-friend is as sweet as can be.  She is the glue that keeps us all together.  She is so smart, very intelligent, eloquent, down to earth, genuine, and just an all around great girl. No wonder she was voted “Most Popular” in high school.  The conversations that we have are humorously never-ending.  I don’t talk to her everyday but when I talk to her we pick up without skipping a beat.

One day I called my friend in tears. I felt lost.  I had hit a wall in my marriage and really did not know where I was going to go.  My best-friend said, “Come stay with me for a couple of days.”  I cried, I drank, I slept, and she forced me to eat.  That is what a best-friend does.  They listen to you when you are facing a crisis in your life.  No judgments! No questions! Just simple, unconditional love.

I met best-friend number two at church.  We did not attend the same school, just sat in the same Sunday school class.  She was different from my other friends.  I did not see her everyday, only on Sunday, but I had her phone number.

To my surprise and delight, she was in my class in the sixth grade.  The things that she and I share are very rare.  She knows more than some.  We don’t talk everyday either, but when she calls, I’m all ears.

My best-friend is real, no holds barred, my ratchet brain, and my heart.  In my world as a teenage when things made absolutely no sense at all, she completely understood.  Some days it would be just me and her for hours at a time.  Talking with our crushes, three-way calling, rolling in the Lumina, keeping each others secrets.

One day my best friend needed me.  Her life was suddenly interrupted.  She texted, she called, I answered.  A joyful weekend turned into me holding my sister’s hand.  I jumped in my car, drove two hours to sit with her until I heard her say, “I’m okay.”  She wasn’t really okay, but she gained a little bit of strength in our presence.  Today, almost two years later she can finally say, “I’m okay, it hurts a little bit, but I can rest now.”

This is the tale without the gripping details of my two best-friends.  My best-friends are my rational mind, when I’m being irrational.  They are my safe place when I have no voice. They are my backbones when I’m feeling weak.  They know me better at times than I know myself.  They are my loves, and to them I am forever grateful.

Be the friend to others, that you would want for others to be to you.

~LRB16