This is the early version of TenaciousM. Still don’t know why Nana (Dad’s Mother) called me “the devil” and refused to babysit till I got over that pyromania phase… Is that not the tallest 2 year old you have ever seen?
I was hanging out with Mama Ocia and Aunt Delores (my Mom’s Mother and sister) in Cedar Grove, TX near the town of Newton. I think I’m dressed for the family Homecoming which is in August, so I was almost 3. I know, it’s crazy that my memory goes back that far, but the spankings I got on the regular served as a sort of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder to jolt my memory at an early age. (Here’s where all the anti-corporal punishment folks need to take a seat. I was one bad ass kid… my peeps did what they had to do).
What’s even funnier is that this was the visit when my Aunt Dee had to explain the “Birds and the Bees” to me. I had asked where I’d come from and she said I was an egg in my mother’s womb. I thought she said “my mother’s room”, and was shocked. I told Aunt Dee that seemed dangerous and that Ceal and Barry (my older sister and brother) could have easily come along and broken me.
Alas, a writer was born! -Marcia AKA: TenaciousM
…still a little naughty. That crown was on my friend’s birthday cake.
OK, forgive me for the lame heading, but I actually do love geology. In fact, had I been a better math student, I would have become a geologist rather than a writer. Believe me I tried. I eagerly attended geology 101 and 102 in hopes that my love of nature, the earth, maps and the world around me would somehow transform me into a mathematician. Sadly, it was not to be. Probably, and even sadder, my love for partying with friends on 6th Street in Austin, Texas conflicted with my desire to study as hard as math required. Plus, the other geologist would have probably laughed at my rhinestone-trimmed offshore rigger outfits. Anyway, I did become a writer and the following poem is my consolation prize.
Walking the dark side of roads
I use no light
Or share what I have lost-
Mind records its landscape
Soul exaggerates relief between
The distances of falls
Mark the path- leaving scars
Which are a map
To route mistaken turns-
And guide my search of private ground
Until the key shines back at me
Happy Thursday!! Who else is feeling free like me?
Love is alright with me today, but I am going to let Ms. Patti tell you guys…
I recently discovered that there is an actual term for my sometimes insatiable cravings for vegetables, even preferring them over meat. During my travels, I have opted for the vegetables on many occasions and continue to prefer them when I return home. Meat seems to become less of an anchor for my meals these days and I go days without eating any at all.
According to Ask.com, that makes me a “flexitarian.” What, exactly, does flexitarian mean? “Flexitarian” is used to describe a diet or a person who eats a “mostly” vegetarian diet, occasionally including meat. But what exactly does this mean? Does it mean once a week or once a day? It’s really up to you, as there is no standard agreement or definition, though perhaps someday there will be.
What I will admit is that I still love great barbeque, especially at “Bennie J’s Smoke Pit” in Huntsville, TX. If you are ever traveling on Interstate 45 between Houston and Dallas, it’s worth the detour.
“Friendship is never established as understood relation. It is a miracle which requires constant proofs. It is an exercise of the purest imagination and of the rarest faith.”
– Henry David Thoreau