It's a DuBarr Thing

Anticipating Next Time: It’s been a long lonely winter and she’s glad the sun is shining more and the days are growing longer. Her man had been away for what seems like eternity and she’s been anticipating his homecoming since he left. It was the day before the big day and she had to work. She was determined to make it through, keeping busy enough so she didn’t even pay attention to time. That’s the way she liked it. She never really had too much of an issue finding things to do. It was more about the idea that she was always alone in everything she did. Tomorrow would be the end of her loneliness. She imagined this event for so long. The next day was finally here. He came in the door and walked straight up to her with open arms so as soon as their bodies were together he held her in them, tight, like he missed her and never wanted to let her go again.  He smelled so delicious that her desire for him was obvious.  Her breath was so heavy and felt so hot on his neck.  The way she exhale

Life is like sports teams... our children need to know that everyone plays a different part to come together as a team. This is what kids need to know.  People are different.  People think different.  That's how the world has evolved into all that it is. Being on a sports team makes you better at life.  Everyone puts in a different mindset that together creates something people will value. 

  Yesterday September 29 2024 my sister would have been 41. I often wonder what she would look like, if she would have had any children, where does she work, and where would she be living?  I often wonder what life would have been like had she made it here.  She is buried in Ohio where my dad's family is from.  Living in New York since I was three, I'm not sure my mom has ever been back to Ohio.  She's never been to my sister's grave.  She didn't know that my sister was buried next to my paternal grandfather and that she has a beautiful head stone.  My mom thought she was buried in the hill with all the other babies and had a cross in her name.  When my dad died a few years ago my aunt brought me to see my grandma and my sister's graves. Well, my grandma is in a drawer.  She's laying with her head in the west and feet in the east so when her soul sits up it's facing the sunrise. If I could ever have dependable transportation of my own I'd like to dri