It has been almost a week since I posted to the blog, but I have been writing...Trying to stay up to date with my one page a day. Sadly I have not written that much but have been busy. So here is the next installment of my one page a day, hope after I write more I can try to crave out a clear direction for my book...Enjoy (I hope!)
~Marsha
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This time last year, I was sick. And for the last few years I have gotten pretty sick during the summer, but last year was different. Lasting from July until November, and truthfully I was a little scared that it was more then just a cold when I couldn't keep any food down.
And I think my parents where a little scared as well, a summer plagued with swine flu, and now one of their kids were sick. It seemed that nothing we tried made me feel better. But by my birthday I felt better and any signs of sickness was gone.
During this time, my father would visit me a lot (or at least call) to ask if I felt better, or more importantly if I tried one of his home remedies that he remembered from his childhood. One, I must confess I never tried...
Chopped Onions
First you need to chop up two average size onions
Then get four rags and fill them with the onions
Tie off the rags: tie them around your wrist, and ankles
Now like I said, I never tried this, but from observation... You will sweat A LOT (kinda the idea, sweating out the germ) and will smell like onions for a day or more. And I hope (if you wish to try) you have some strength, because you will need to change/wash your clothes and sheets asap.
It's crazy how everything that happens, I have a memory of him. Well, I guess its great, because it is a testament to our close relationship.
So this year I got sick again, but it has come and gone. The shortest time I have been sick in a very long time...Maybe its him, watching over me.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
One Page Per Day
While online I found a site the stores your writing....one page at a time, and sends you a remember to write just one page a day. As I told you it is a goal of mine to write a book, so I joined and here is my first page... Enjoy (I hope!)
~Marsha
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Introduction...
It was in my home I learned what love was, could be and how it could make you do and tolerate things that you could never imagine. And I am thankful for the lesson, an experience that I share only with my sisters, I find myself at a lost for words when I try to explain my upbringing to others. I lived in a home somewhere in between the Cosby's and the Adams family. Often the things that happen in my home was made for t.v. and other events we tried to keep shielded by the four walls.
While many of my peers were the product of a broken home, mine was not however on a clear day you could see the cracks. Some cracks went deep and others just brushed the surface, but with the strength of my parents and the confident women they created we keep it together.But since the start of the new year, the cracks grow less important as the health of one of our cornerstones declined. As we try to keep things from falling apart, it was the lessons of love and strength that have helped us continue and create on the memories. And with the lost of my father, I have started to question our relationship and how it has impacted many of my decisions in life but mostly importantly in love.
So it is my intent to explore the father-daughter relationship in the African American community using my experience a guide to how women both with and without male role models navigate their romantic life.
~Marsha
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Introduction...
It was in my home I learned what love was, could be and how it could make you do and tolerate things that you could never imagine. And I am thankful for the lesson, an experience that I share only with my sisters, I find myself at a lost for words when I try to explain my upbringing to others. I lived in a home somewhere in between the Cosby's and the Adams family. Often the things that happen in my home was made for t.v. and other events we tried to keep shielded by the four walls.
While many of my peers were the product of a broken home, mine was not however on a clear day you could see the cracks. Some cracks went deep and others just brushed the surface, but with the strength of my parents and the confident women they created we keep it together.But since the start of the new year, the cracks grow less important as the health of one of our cornerstones declined. As we try to keep things from falling apart, it was the lessons of love and strength that have helped us continue and create on the memories. And with the lost of my father, I have started to question our relationship and how it has impacted many of my decisions in life but mostly importantly in love.
So it is my intent to explore the father-daughter relationship in the African American community using my experience a guide to how women both with and without male role models navigate their romantic life.
Experience over Observation
Today's Action: Growth
Last week my summer job started and I have spent the last two weeks talking to the girls about confidence, friendship and respect. On Tuesday (after a fight almost broke out in my classroom) I realized that I am trying to talk them through lessons they have to learn with experience. Now by no means was I tolerating the foolishness that they involve themselves in as a teen, however I do remember my parents, and older family members telling me to ignore issues in school, and that gossip and rumors were not important.
But it wasn't until I had to face these things that I learned that what people were trying to tell made sense. Hindsight I guess....
Over the years, I have lost friends, fought and tried to make others see my true self... But the older I get the more I understand that I can't control what others do, say or feel. So I am me, take the information in and do with it what you will!
What matters most is want you think of yourself...
~Marsha
Last week my summer job started and I have spent the last two weeks talking to the girls about confidence, friendship and respect. On Tuesday (after a fight almost broke out in my classroom) I realized that I am trying to talk them through lessons they have to learn with experience. Now by no means was I tolerating the foolishness that they involve themselves in as a teen, however I do remember my parents, and older family members telling me to ignore issues in school, and that gossip and rumors were not important.
But it wasn't until I had to face these things that I learned that what people were trying to tell made sense. Hindsight I guess....
Over the years, I have lost friends, fought and tried to make others see my true self... But the older I get the more I understand that I can't control what others do, say or feel. So I am me, take the information in and do with it what you will!
What matters most is want you think of yourself...
~Marsha
Monday, July 5, 2010
No Second Chances
Today's Action: Making a good impression
Now while I am not a fan of caring about what other people think of me, I think it is very important to be on your best behavior when invited out. If for no other reason then to respect the person that "invited you to the party," and this seems to be a big theme during the holidays. A time spent with family and friends that normally would not spend time together.
As the saying says, There are No Second Chances at a First Impression.
So I leave you with this, when you are out try not to do anything that will cause you to be removed from the guest list. Mingle, participate in the activities but under no circumstances embarrass Yourself!
~Marsha
Now while I am not a fan of caring about what other people think of me, I think it is very important to be on your best behavior when invited out. If for no other reason then to respect the person that "invited you to the party," and this seems to be a big theme during the holidays. A time spent with family and friends that normally would not spend time together.
As the saying says, There are No Second Chances at a First Impression.
So I leave you with this, when you are out try not to do anything that will cause you to be removed from the guest list. Mingle, participate in the activities but under no circumstances embarrass Yourself!
~Marsha
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