Hammond Love

Hammond Love

2017-07-15-21-22-09-676I never wld hv thought I wld be laying in bed on rainy afternoon listening to the not so soft breathing of a man and a good solid black man at that. Today is his off day and my last day of playing house for the past week. It went by so fast and has been just about perfect. To think about it we only had one lil hiccup and he actually sat down to ask me why I was mad, I don’t even remember why I wanted to get mad, but I felt like I had too.

Its something how one can be accustomed to having  dysfunctional relationships and trying to make it work??? Even being in the South having a nice selection of men from my choosing I still found myself looking at my date out the side of my eye and knowing he not the one, not even  the one to give the goods to but hey Im a grown woman & in Minnesota a night out was far & inbetween, so hey…but then Im regretful cuz I truly dont like the man, but put up with him out of loneliness or boredom. With Kelvin, its relaxing, chill, passionate and fun. He lets me be, but he pushes my mind to think about Me and the Whys of my life. Actually he reminds me of my sister, Sweet, generous, but


compassionate, kinda a loner  and damn near rude when they witness a wrong being done.

I always thought I wld end up with a tradional hardworking Nola Man, ya know like the ones who reflect all things New Orleans, the knowledge of survival, soulful, passionate, giving and fills you with a feeling of love that will make you drunk with no hangover in the morning and if you do hv one there’s hot thick buttery grits, over easy eggs and hot sausage patties, even though Kelvin is not from “New Orleans” he some kinda way being all that.

An hour away is not that bad, but the distance between here and Minnesota hopfully won’t hv a negative impact on the growth of what we hv going on…. Im going to MN for a few wels while my son finally leaves to go live oncampus at college & vont his basketball career!! Thats another blog which I’ll write bout, but for now Im gonna miss him, he gave me in a week what I hv been longing for since I was boy crazy.

Nola Chic

Native of New Orleans, who endured 20yrs cruel Minnesota Cold, I decided at 42yrs old it was time to pack up my then 6yr old and come back to my roots. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a preterm 2lb baby girl born with a disability. With the help of my mother who had her own struggles. We survived the obstacles laid before us. I'm the proud mother of three children with two failed adoptions, as well as a grandmother of three, two grandsons and a granddaughter. I survived two abusive marriages. I successfully ran a soulfood restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I started creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul.  He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute.  I put my all into my cake business over the years as House of Cakes was started right out of my house in honor of him. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, foster/adoptive mother at that, being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me in a sense; but most of it poisoned my heart and soul. I had a broken heart and I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home,  myself, my New Orleans. I'm here and I'm loving it. Even being in the so called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up! I'm down in the boot, but I know I have a nice floppy hat awaiting my destiny...

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