Can sit with my self, to be safe and alone. Frosted glass of wine held in my hand, a home for my thoughts sit in the corner of my mind getting me there; where I can let the day go and toss my mistakes and mishaps away.
The affair with my nights not cheating on my day. The getting untangled and relaxed with my aloneness. And, keeping my unraveling harnessed and at bay.
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I am a Texas transplant from Virginia Beach and I love family, food, and entertaining with friends! On any given weekend you will find me out enjoying the city having dining & sipping moments with family and friends.
Besides being a foodie and an avid sports fan, l love writing as well!
I enjoy writing poetry, articles on my dining experiences and short stories. Look for my musings and written expression each day and let me know what is on your mind too. As my cousin, Kendra Edozie, quoted: It All Begins With Just A Thought.
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Love the line “The affair with my nights not cheating on my day.” Great work!
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Love the line “The affair with my nights not cheating on my day.” Great work!
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