Children,  Memoir,  Non-fiction,  Photography

A Walk In The Park with my Grandson

As I mentioned one the things I love about Minnesota is it’s beautiful land and the ability to capture all of the seasons.

No matter what the season the residents of this beautiful state can’t help, but gravitate outside, like my 15 month old grandson, KeShawn and I.

On this rather cool end of summer day, KeShawn and I were able to catch a couple of softball games, a family playing volleyball and enjoy the color of fall coming in while we crunch through fallen leaves. This is so opposite of New Orleans. I’m not so thrilled about this nippy weather at all. I’ll be sure to enjoy my grandkids, because this bird will fly back to the south before winter.

 On our walk one of the player popped quite a few balls way out field. KeShawn was delighted as he searched the grass for neon green softballs, it was sort of a ball hunt lol. He caught his 1st fly ball, well that’s the story I’m telling him. ūüėČ He played with it some and gave it back easily, shocking the guy who come to get it after the game ended and myself.

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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