It was two weeks before I saw Rashaad again. He only came to do big jobs for Mr. Sims or to to make deliveries in one of the trucks. And yet, nearly every time, he could find a secluded or semi-private area where we could kiss like in the arts and crafts cabin. I think…
Author: Connie From The Cult, Death Doula, Heretic-Investigator & Disruptor-Researcher
MY FIRST KISS
It was the last evening of camp preparation. The next day, church busses filled with cheering kids would be making their way down the long gravel driveway. Rashaad and several others would be leaving the next morning. We had all stayed around the campfire as long as we could before making our way back to…
SWEET SIXTEEN & SHAMELESS SEVENTEEN
I was still sixteen when I joined my older sister at Ambassador Baptist College, (ABC) a non-accredited IFB school which was then in Shelby, NC. Although I had been sent there as an alternative to a reform school for girls, I was absolutely thrilled. My father was more than a thousand miles away in MN, the…
I TOO WAS CRAVING GRACE
Only days after that trip to the club, my doctor’s office called. I was curled up reading Craving Grace when the phone rang. The medical assistant spoke slowly and kindly asked, “How are you?” My heart sank. Something must be wrong, I thought. Every prior call for Pap smear results over the last thirteen years…
BOB, THE BUILDER & THE BOUNCER
I’m going to rewind again and this time back to the last eighteen months or so just prior to leaving NC for AZ. I was quickly climbing the corporate ladder and rising up the nursing chain of command. Mostly, I didn’t want it. I was afraid of it. But I didn’t know how to say…
I TOO WAS DYING TO BE ME.
I want to go back to just a couple of years prior to my introduction to Mary Jane. I was working as a private duty nurse caring for an older than me but still very young woman who was receiving hospice care. As I got to know her husband, he introduced me to a book…
MY BBL LED ME TO MARIJUANA
I can see my younger self sitting with my mother and siblings on the church pew. My father was standing behind the pulpit as he preached from the Kings James version of the Bible. But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day…
AN OPEN LETTER INTRODUCTION
Dear Diary, Wait. No, that isn’t right. Dear Readers, I’m writing these entries with you in mind. However, they are adapted from my personal diaries and journals. I struggled over making public my private writing. I argued with myself who told me, “Nobody cares!” I mean people only write their life story if they are…