5 Years In Heaven

5 years in Heaven

This picture was taken not to long after my great grandmother took on guardianship of my middle sister, Julie and I. To me, this picture captures all the moment’s I loved being the baby. Granny was a very passionate person. Even her anger was passionate. Although she was in her late 70’s when I started to really piss her off, she always stood her ground. Everyone was scared of Granny, my friends, my neighbors, and although many parents were strict, Granny always took the cake. Ginny and Rick, my neighbors growing up, told me that one of their favorite granny story’s was when they saw her chasing after me around the house screaming something while I ran so fast the other direction. This is the family that I later moved in with when Granny kicked me out of her house after being caught at school for underage drinking. Her intensity was really real, especially her intense moment’s of love. I like this picture of us because it captures how I would cherish every moment of being the baby. I think I continued to sit on her lap through high school, because I just loved the moment’s she wanted to cuddle like pictured here. Five years’ ago she passed, and I continue to struggle with the regret of not thanking her enough for what she did for us. When she started to become older I was away at college and my priority at that time wasn’t her. This is painful for me to say out loud because although I understand I couldn’t do a lot at that time, I wish things could of ended a little differently. She gave up so many of her “golden years”, her retirement years to care for us. A few years before she passed, when I was a freshman at college living about four hours away from her, we stayed in contact mostly through letters in the mail. Looking back and recognizing that we both shared the love for writing, it warms my heart on how fitting that was. Thinking of her today, and if she were alive today, I would write her a letter. And this is what I would say:

Dear Granny,

I wanted you to know that I am still writing! When I cant seem to think of anything to write about my inspiration most often comes from you. I find you in my head, in my soul, and in my heart. Thinking about the memory of you gives me so much inspiration, and I am reminded of stories’ to write about! Remember all those afternoons spent at the library? Remember all those afternoons I spent writing my book series about Blaze, Misty, and our gold fish? I wish I could go over my writing’s with you today. I think you would enjoy it. My fiancé and I moved to California in January and there is an orange tree in our back yard. Every time I peel open a fresh orange I think of you. Remember how many warm Florida day’s I sat on your lap outside asking you to, “feed me like a birdie”, as you dropped orange slices in your mouth? I hope you are doing well, and I hope you are eating lots of chocolate heath bar crunch as you celebrate five years in heaven!

I miss you!






Something Nice


While being bummed over a recent scum bag, I found a blog post written on Elite Dailey that gave 40 ideas of things you could do over writing your x a letter. One of them was to write something nice about someone you care about. Well, one of my employees was in need of a recommendation letter so I found it as a perfect way to distract my x letter writing. Love me some Olecia!

To Whom it May Concern,

It is my pleasure to recommend Olecia Daniels as she applies for an internship within corporate fashion. Her professionalism with both the internal and external client, as well as her talent for styling within her role as a sales associate has made her a vital asset to my business.
I hired Olecia in August when I was first put into position as the General Manager of Athleta on the Upper East Side. I was referred Olecia while prepping a team who would be able to get the product knowledge they needed to present clients with our Fall 2014 line being featured in NYFW for the first time. She quickly became one of our top studio stylists, and has helped me build trust in clients that my team puts fashion first.
Olecia has worked alongside me during various community events, corporate visits, and drives sales. She has helped with the training and on boarding of new hires and I would rank her as one of the best studio stylists we have.
Olecia is highly intelligent, personable, and a genuine young woman who cares about people. If I can be of any further assistance, or provide you with any further information, please do not hesitate to contact me; I would always make time to discuss Olecia.
Kadie Chronister
General Manager Athleta

Two Sides too a Bad Story

A road trip from South Florida to Jacksonville with my Uncle for his middle daughter’s 21st birthday party could be the start to a new relationship with my biological farther. One of my favorite personality traits of my uncle is his love for story telling and communicating. He generally enjoys and appreciates the time together to tell lots of stories, give advice, and make you feel loved. I’ve never met my dad and my uncle knows that so he decided to give me his thoughts on what he thinks on this situation.

My uncle grew up in the same household as my mom and told me that although their family was dysfunctional, it was nowhere near the dysfunction that my biological fathers family seemed to have. He described my dad’s brother as scum and said that his family was very poor, and lived in a very bad part of town. My uncle knows that his family had problems and that his sister (my mom) definitely made poor decisions that he did not think were neccessary considering the fact that the three siblings always had a roof over their head, and food to eat, and eachother. He wanted me to keep in my mind that my father also made those same poor decisions but did not seem to have the same alternative options to bad. He opened my ears and mind to thinking from my dad’s side of this story and how he did not have family that cared about what happened to him or family trying to get him to turn his life around like my mother had.

I decided to take this information and positive advice to heart and give my father a chance. The first step was an easy one and I wrote him a three page letter updating him on my life. Quick response from this because he contacted me soon after with a letter and a request for a phone call. I want to make this phone call and I am working on getting ready for it. We exchanged Christmas Cards since the letters and he signed this card with his phone number. This year I am going to pick up the phone and call him because I believe in creating this relationship with my dad.

I believe that there are always two sides to a story and in this situation of my mother and father it was two sides to a bad story, and I want a happy ending.