Tuesday, February 12, 2008
moved to the new spot, broke the laptop on the way. awaiting a new one. my blog is looking like an empty train station right now. i hope everyone is aiight out there.
Posted by nikki at 2:56 PM
Friday, February 01, 2008
mother nature can be a bitch sometimes...
i was sitting at my momma's kitchen table on a sunny summer saturday morning, leaning back in a chair with my hands crossed over my growling stomach. the air was caked with the aroma of frying pig and pancakes and i had just finished licking my lips in anticipation of getting at some breakfast. mom loaded my plate with flap jacks and bacon before placing it in front of me. i rubbed my hands gleefully, jabbing my fork into the stack and lifted a syrup soaked piece towards my mouth, i heard her inhale deeply before letting out a bereft sigh.
"i know you don't want to hear this tanya, but..."
"you're 35 and single..." she began, her reign falling upon my shoulders first as a soft mist of concern before deluging me with a downpour of maternal disappointment. my appetite was washed away in its wake.
"with no man on the horizon..."
i shrugged as the words slid from my shoulders to fall into pools of self-recrimination upon the table. i stared at the cloth and picked up my fork, gripping it like it was the lone limb of a tree clutching the earth with desperation as the whirlwinds tried to rip its grip from the ground.
i carefully placed the fork on the table and stood up, my body battered from the baring of my vulnerability. slowly i made my way to the counter, opened the cabinet, and pulled out a large plastic container and lid. making my way back to the table, my face was void of the bitter debris remaining from the her harangue. i averted my gaze as i picked up the plate and dumped its contents into the container.
"where are you going?" mom exclaimed as she watched me seal it with the lid. i ignored her as i gathered my keys and made my way towards the front door.
"i thought you were staying for breakfast!" she sputtered to my retreating back. i turned to her as i opened the door.
"i came for the food, mom." i stated quietly but firmly, "not the fuss."
then i walked out the door, slamming it behind me.
mother 'nurturing' can be a bitch sometimes...
(to be continued)
Posted by nikki at 12:00 AM