Musings, Words, Thoughts.....
Call Me Nell
Author Mini Bio
Rasheda was born and raised in Connecticut, where her sense of wonder was hidden until adulthood. Her love of books has expanded her curiosity into creative writing. Rasheda loves all genres of fiction, some non-fiction, and is an avid collector/reader of comics and graphic novels.
Her love for reading has expanded into creative writing. This page is dedicated to her first Creative Writing class at Scottsdale Community College, part of the Maricopa Community College family. This is just the beginning of her journey and cannot wait to keep expanding her portfolio.
Tillie sized up Sarah; she was slim but had some muscle. She didn’t look like she needed any workout tips. As a matter of fact, she looked like a self-assured 30 something with the world at her fingertips. Quite the opposite of me Tillie thought.
“Not so much training, but I was hoping to get a one-on-one in another way”
“What did you have in mind”
Sarah looked steadily in Tillie’s eyes, “ I need your help in getting rid of someone”
Shaping of Nature
I am a black sheep
I am a self-aware black sheep
Why this overused symbolistic analogy?
Let me share
Sheeps are shorn for their wool
It is soft to the touch, we love to feel,
It is straightened, chemically, used to make clothing
My gray/black natural hair is soft and full
Patricia on the Weekends
The smell of green hair grease
from her perfectly curled hair
perfuming the car
Her guffawed laugh for a joke or sly remark
I love to joke
Her smile widens
her eyes close slightly
she starts laughing, loudly,
at my morning grumblings
I hate all mornings
You Know That Moment When You Finally Feel Free
Christina is a mega-fan of Dave Matthews. She has been to the Gorge in Seattle, which is almost like a Mecca for any Dave fan to attend. Since she was an American Express special customer, she was able to purchase tickets before they went on sale to the public. She told me she had tickets for the Friday and Saturday night shows in the MGM Grand auditorium. I was nervous, but I wanted to go. I had never been to the “City of Sin” Vegas before and the only other concert I had attended was with my sister. I have never been on a vacation before that did not involve family; someone, from outside my bloodline or religion, was choosing me, willingly, to not only go somewhere to relax. The invitation to rock out to one of our mutually favorite bands was an invite I couldn’t pass up.