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Getting Over My First Love – Part 2

  [caption id="attachment_239" align="alignnone" width="283"] Me and my emotionally supportive crew at FAMU. Thank you ladies for being there for me through all of this, even for the parts I didn't tell you about. #mentalaerobic[/caption] J: Are you sure you're ready to share this part? Me: I don't know. *Hits Post Button* [PART TWO] (Part One is here http://bit.ly/219wLs5, if you missed it.) It was the beginning of sophomore year. I got back to Tallahassee before Michael did. I couldn’t wait to…

Getting Over My First Love – Part 1

[caption id="attachment_221" align="alignleft" width="294"] The 18-year-old version of Me at Florida Agricultural & Mechanical University in Tallahassee, FL[/caption] A week or two ago, an old friend from college asked me why I transferred from FAMU, and I started thinking and writing about it. I realize now, 13 years later, it was because I didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of a break up…well not just any break up – my first love. I'm a little nervous about this one…

Grieving Someone I Never Met

[caption id="attachment_152" align="alignleft" width="236"] My grandmother Minnie holding my mom, who is probably going to be upset that I posted this photo. (Sorry.)[/caption] Whenever I walked through my grandfather’s front door, I saw an 8 x 10 photograph of my deceased grandmother sitting on a glass coffee table. I often studied this picture without letting anyone catch me. I examined my grandmother's chocolately, smooth complexion, her pastel blue dress, and her pressed, dark hair with soft curls around her face. “Am I short because of…

My First Heartbreak

[caption id="attachment_58" align="alignleft" width="366"] Me and Gramps[/caption] The first emotional pain that I can remember experiencing was the death of my great-grandfather, “Gramps.” I was 9-years-old when he died; he was 86.   Aside from being a much older relative, I considered Gramps to be my friend. We played together every day after I got out of school. My father worked first shift, and my mother worked second shift. So, my mother would pick me up from school and take…

Having Trouble at Work?

Having trouble at work? So was I. I started at this company 2.5 years ago, when I was on the heels of a divorce and I moved 30 min. away from my core group of people. I took this job in transportation, an industry I had no experience in. Needless to say, my 1st year was miserable. People questioned me, my skills, and even my writing abilities - as a journalist, I was insulted. I had a horrible review. I…