“Single-ISH” In the City

So I recently moved into my first one bedroom apartment… I know, I know, I’m a grandmother who’s about to become a “quinquagenarian”, and according to the “American Dream” I should be living in a house, where all of my kids and their babies can come, and visit, and possibly move in if they need to…

The Artist and The Musician

Whenever they got together, it was as if they fit like the needle to the grooves of your favorite 12 inch. The anticipation of being in the presence of the other made every breathe deeper, made both hearts beat faster and somehow they could feel themselves redeveloping childhood butterflies even though they’ve known each other for years.

You Make It Better

You make breathing easier. For so long I’ve held my breath as I feared breathing would mean I had to live through another moment of uncertainty. You make looking in the mirror everyday exciting. For so long I couldn’t look myself in the eyes, the reflection staring back at me ashamed of the many erroneousContinue reading “You Make It Better”

Selfishly Single?

For years I’ve been unable to merely go the bathroom and wipe my ASS without letting someone know my plans. My grandbaby even a few years ago would pull the shower curtain back when I was in it, like Norman Bates in a scene straight out of the movie “Psycho”, just to ask me “nana, what you doing?”. 

Kita Redd Adventures Aboard Royal Caribbean… Bermuda Bound

This ship is fricken AMAZING!!! Carnival would literally have to step their game up time 1000 to compare. This ship was like Buckhead, Alpharetta, Vinings, Peachtree City and Midtown on water. Totally epic. You would need to cruise it at least 2 to 3 times to even explore the entire ship, as it is HEWGE!!!!!

Can You Feel It?

There is a certain peace…an unexplained peace that happens in your life when you allow yourself to stand in the middle of the “Feel”. When you allow yourself to just BE!! No social media, no negative distractions nor thoughts, no expectations, no fake being, no trying to please anyone but yourself, no feeling harried toContinue reading “Can You Feel It?”

A Poem, by Nikki Lynn

Identical to you, Identical to me, identical to the intricate parts no one gets to see. Identical to self, self-falling apart. Sharing, staring, understanding, the mess that is her heart. Identity stolen, never to be found again, identity once sought in the love of men. Identifying lies, manipulation, mistreatment, use, and abuse. Identifying I could neverContinue reading “A Poem, by Nikki Lynn”