She's From Naptown

She was raised between the country and the city. She had the humbleness to sit and listen to cicadas at dusk and the rawness to fight in the streets.

She knew what it took to roll with the dogs and what it took to be a classy young lady

She cooked with all her soul and loved with all her being

She had a unique look about her, and knew she could have any man or woman in one look…mind and body

She had finesse at its finest quality

Hair so black it had a blue sheen

Eyes a mossy emerald green

Skin a tone of olive only found in lands over seas

She’s home grown…but exotic

She’s an enigma

She’s a Raven in disguise

Embarrassing Moment #1

My baby was laughing at someone else pooping…

Yeah I had an embarrassing mom moment. Last week I went to pick my husband up from work (I jacked his car for the day because mine is out of commission currently) and I had to feed my baby.

He was closing up his shop and there was like nobody accept three others on the building so I went to the restroom and proceeded to breastfeed. 5 minutes goes by and someone walks into the stall next to mine.(The kind of stalls you can’t see under)

I don’t think she knew we were in there but she proceeded to do her business and with comical sounds made all the flatulent and “plop” sounds.

I stayed quiet…my baby did not!!!!!

My baby then unlatched and started laughing from hearing the sounds and started hitting the toilet paper holder so it was now known that the other lady was not alone.

I really hope she didn’t see my house shoes on the way past her stall because I couldn’t wait to scoop up my baby and evacuate the premises.

He's From New York

He’s introverted and quiet yet as smart as a mathematician. He grew up on the fire escapes of the concrete jungle. Draws no attention to himself yet he’s scared of nothing but God himself.

He walks fast to the heartbeat of the city and watches others before they can watch him.

He makes no noise when he moves but in dire situations you’d know that he was there.

He shows wisdom even though he is young.

He stands tall and lean…metabolism on point.

Hair curled in spirals with the sides clean and faded.

Jawline so chiseled it could cut you if you weren’t careful. With a beard like his you know he’s only about business.

Bedroom eyes that bleed cocoa brown and drips Amber in the sun.

Skin so tan you’d think he was mixed but his fiery Hispanic culture pumps through his veins not the blood of a black boy

Loves harder then most And willing to risk it all for those worthy of his love

He is like 1970’s nostalgia born again. Bronx born through and through.

They call him many names true, macho, but he is really the second Steven

Family Stories

The best part about family really are the stories. When all of the older heads come around there is always some kind of story to tell. Sometimes it’s better than watching tv! There’s nothing like sitting around the dinner table as our elders laugh and tell us all of these funny or interesting stories we would never believe they were in.

Drunk Fun

I don’t know about most people but when my family drink alcohol they become the funniest people alive to me. They crack hilarious jokes on others, talk about absolute non-sense, but the best part are the hilarious stories about their past. It seems like every time I’d see my family they’d have some hilariously wild story to tell every time. We’d sit for hours on a story about their crazy young aged adventures.

Conversations

Have any hilarious family stories? How does your family operate under the influence? How often do you have family gatherings? Do you feel like you have a big family? Comment your stories and give me your perspective.

Thanks for reading!

Ricky