04 December 2009 ~ 3 Comments

The First Boy That Broke My Heart

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I was 14, he was the second boy I ever had sex with.
He was breathtaking. Tall, dark skin, chocolate brown eyes, hair thick and black, a couple years older. And he wanted me. For whatever reason he wanted me.
We were “officially” together for around a year and a half. During that [...]

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07 October 2009 ~ 3 Comments

Tattoos and Memories

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I have a blue smiley face tattooed on my left butt cheek. (sorry, no picture)
I bring it up only because when reading the paper this evening I recognized a name. A guy I had went to school with who was now going on to jail. I laughed with Michael that there was [...]

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24 August 2009 ~ 4 Comments

The Memories That Haunt Us

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I don’t remember much about my great grandfather. He died when I was around 6 or 7 at the age of 91. There was a picture of him and me, faded and yellow. I was probably about three, sitting on his lap with a wide grin. He looked strong and healthy, [...]

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12 November 2008 ~ 1 Comment

Feel The Need To Grow My Own

Feel The Need To Grow My Own

When I was younger my grandma kept a huge garden. The plot of land that her house sat on was big enough to add another house or two to it, and she filled up that space with every vegetable that would grow in our climate. Potatoes, peas, corn, everything had a row or two growing [...]

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