Highlights of Harlem

photography of moon at night

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Ain’t nothing like the nights in Harlem. Uptown is definitely where it’s at. Over 20 years of bright lights in the little city made for a picture perfect postcard that is engrained in the memory of my mind.
The sounds of music emanated from the grand edifice located at the corner of 145th street and Broadway. Broadway International was the place to be on Thursday nights. The DJ spun memorable vinyl of Afrika Bambada like, “Planet Rock” where the house was rocking, party non-stopping and revelers demanded that music pumped to the break of dawn.
Nightfall bought sweat dripping, feet hurting and stomach churning, as we took a ride across town to the infamous Sherman’s for spaghetti, ribs and their infamous cole slaw. It was a combination that settled the spirits that floated within the lining of our digestive system. Party goers raced home in hopes of containing the grease that saturated the take out brown paper bag. We, creatures of habit, followed the same pattern week after week, year after year for quite time.  Oh how I missed the days of care free fun and eating.

Dating and the Single Parent II

Some say the best way to meet eligible people is to stroll through a park on a bright sunny day. Some say men stroll through the park with young children as a way to attract the ladies.  Not so in the case of one father who strolled through Central Park in New York City with his young daughter in tow.  Stopping to rest on a park bench, the two were approached by a very attractive young lady who liked what she saw. 

The woman moved in to strike up a conversation with the father who is known to friends as “someone who never met a stranger.”

“Hello.”

“How are you sister?”

“I am fine thank you.  Enjoying the day?”

“Yes I am.  My daughter and I are out here appreciating the fruit of the lands.  It is indeed a beautiful day.”

“How sweet.  You are a good dad.”

“Thank you.  She is my world.”

“I bet.  Here is my number.  Call me if there is room in your world for me.”

“No thank you.  There is no room whatsoever for you today or the next.  Don’t you see I am enjoying the day with my daughter?”

 

True story…

Dating and the Single Parent

Real girl talk inspired the following story:

“Sherry” knew the relationship was moving in the right direction when “Dwayne” invited her and her daughter to Thanksgiving dinner with his family.  In preparation of meeting Dwayne’s Mom, siblings and cousins; Sherry meticulously groomed her nails, hair and choosing the right outfit for the special occasion.  Sherry knew all about Dwayne’s previous romantic relationship with “Shelia” who was a staple within his family household for quite some time. 

Upon arrival at the family home, Dwayne’s daughter beamed towards her dad’s lady friend.  The adult daughter took Sherry by the hand and led her to the middle of the living room floor.  Wanting to be the one to make the introductions, Dwayne’s daughter announced for all to hear; “I’d like to introduce you all to Shelia and her daughter.”  The room fell into a deafening silence.  The mistake was made and the giant elephant had entered the building and not one person would acknowledge the faux pas. 

Sherry pretended as if she was just not called another woman’s name.  She proceeded to take a seat on the sofa next to Dwayne. During the course of the holiday celebration, people continued to address her as Sheila.  Sherry pulled her cell phone from her handbag and furiously typed a text message.  Immediately after firing off the text, Dwayne stood up from the sofa and made his own announcement.

“My lady friend Sherry as said if one more person calls her Sheila; she is going to cut someone!”

Not one person ever made the same mistake again!

I am thankful.

It is the day before Thanksgiving and I am pausing to reflect on the 2011 year.

It has been a year of revelations, recuperations, and the best of all, blessings.

I am thankful for witnessing my son’s graduation from high school and entry into college.

I am thankful for having the opportunity of watching my beautiful daughter mature.

I am thankful for the ability to comfortably communicate with my children and deal with life dilemmas.

I am thankful as I watch a family expand as we celebrate the 2nd birthday of my niece.

In today’s economy, I am thankful to be able to return to the workforce for a Company with an open door policy.

Most importantly, I thank God for providing me with courage, faith, and perseverance to continue the legacy put in place by my parents.   Nick and Nadine are not with me physically but will forever remain figures in my mind, soul and heart.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone and remember to be thankful for the small things.

XOXOX

Treva Jeanice

What keeps me up at night…

It is time to move forward.  I received the diagnosis, decided between options, had the surgery, completed the treatments (yeah, me!) and now…

What to do, what to do.

I am four months cancer free and don’t know what to do with myself. 

Going forward, I…

Pledge to keep all doctor appointments.

Pledge to eat healthy.

Exercise four times a week, for at least 30 minutes each time.

Try to get plenty of rest because I am always tired.

Talk aloud to other survivors.

Take advantage of known available resources.  Have you heard of Gilda’s Club?  The Sister’s Network?  The YMCA LiveStrong Excerise Program?  Tennis for Life?

And make everyone aware of breast cancer by participating in the Making Strides Against Breast Cancer Walk taking place October 16th in the new Overpeck Park in Ridgefield Park, New Jersey.

To join my team (M.A.D.) or make a donation, go to www.cancer.org/makingstrides.

Love/Life Cycle #7

– 2005

Afraid of you and afraid for me.

What will people think?

I can’t allow my fantasy to become real.

Will anyone understand?

Can I face the image in the mirror?

There is no certainty in what we do.

No promise, no reproach.

A meeting of the minds.

The mind stimulates the sense of touch and the need for expression intensifies.

I step out of my shell and come alive.

You retreat.

Another missed opportunity.

The door is sealed.

The blood has ceased to flow.

Anger cripples the conversation.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

I know.

This is the finale.

Take a bow.

A curtsey.

The last dance has come.

The performance is cut short.

I say a prayer for you and me as we travel separate roads to love.

Life/Love Cycle Post #6

– 2001

Welcome back!

It is so good to see you.

You look great!

You are expecting?

Wow, I wish you nothing but the best for all.

Your choice.  May God bless you.

I am fine. Hanging in there.

Trying to hear a Word from above.

We praise as we seek.

I sing.

I cry.

I remember.

You.

I assess the new you.

See and you shall find.

But is it what you are really looking for?

Shared conversations.

Special lunch meetings.

A laugh or two and the web is spun.

The silky maze is sticky and slick.

We fall in and out the cycle of love and life.

Let your conscience be your guide.

Is it ever innocent?

WE step back only to start all over again.

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