She fell for a man with two personalities; one which she loved and one she tolerated. Differentiating the two was not a difficult task. The personality she loved was adoring, generous, and admirable. And the other was riddled the chaotic energy and cruel words. Bitter words she endured because his undesirable personality was an episode….
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A Different Breed
“I mean.” He gestured to himself. “My lap is vacant.”
A Different Breed
Part 11: Old Patterns and Fresh Starts “I ought to come out there and whoop his ass.” Katrina smirked at her Aunt Marie’s comment coming through her Airpods. The woman wasn’t her kin by blood but by bond. Marie was her mom’s best friend from college to adulthood. She was the one that held a…
Fleeting Thought #3
Describe the most ambitious DIY project you’ve ever taken on. The most ambitious DIY project I ever took on is a recent one. Putting together bookshelves and barstools. One of the bookshelves were crooked and defective. After fixing that debacle, I was able to complete my living room. Also, this blog is a DIY project…
A Different Breed
Part 10: This Changes Nothing Tacos. Tacos. Tacos. It was all she could think about all week. So when she called Terrence to let him know they needed to meet up because she needed to talk to him in person she knew the exact place she wanted to go. Cantina Rico. She picked a table outside under the expansive…
A Different Breed
Part 9: Decisions, Decisions To say that Katrina had been in a funk ever since leaving the stationery store was an understatement. She arrived at the bookstore with tear-stained eyes and a defeated disposition. The ability to hold herself together quickly dissipated once Imani was in her presence. Her friend greeted her with a two-word…
A Different Breed
No matter how mad or hurt she was, she still loved him. It was a truth she loathed but it was still a fact.
A Different Breed
Part 7: Too Good for Rebound Dick “I’m sorry,” Katrina said. Regret dripped from every letter as she toyed with the dainty bow of her green silk robe. His light brown eyes stayed fixed on hers free of the desire that flooded them upon his arrival at her house although attraction still lingered. His delicious…
A Different Breed
Katrina: I need someone to ride.
A Different Breed
Part 5: Instagram Stalking Isn’t on the Syllabus The last weeks of May went by in a blur. Katrina did what she did best; teach. She welcomed the lecture days taking pride in teaching African American Literature to her pupils, opening their minds to a word of literary works that were usually foreign to them…
Peppermint Sunshine 