At what age does the confident woman get her guts? This heroine was 6 years old. For 5 years Lane lived
a semi-invisible life in the belly of her school...
alone. By her 21st birthday though, she was in love with Van Anthony. How does one little girl get from there to here?
I write what I call "pink elephant" books. They should make you ponder how, why and when the "elephant" got in the room and then force you to examine how one will get rid of him once every one else has left the room. Society forces us to look at the "pink elephant", we discuss them but few of us truly take action to dispell the problem. What happen to the villages that use to raise our children. We forget that they are our future leaders. What are we instilling in them when we neglect their issues and needs.
Excerpt from Bittersweet Diary by Saundra Seward:
Age 5: By the time we had gotten home it was pushing two thirty in the morning. I remember it took everything in me to walk up those five flights of stairs. Our five-story walk up was fully equipped with rodents and the resident drunk. The building was old and most of the winter had no heat. The aroma was definitely not therapy. When we got home I headed straight for the bedroom. I pulled off my clothes and threw them in the hamper. I let the cold water run in the bathroom sink and cupped my hands and gulped water like a camel. Then I slid in the bed I shared with my mother Coco. I think I was asleep all of twenty minutes when I heard Coco calling my name as if something had happened. At first I thought she was waking me up to tell me that she was leaving to go out again. Not unusual. Then I heard the tone of her voice, the nice voice. "Get up honey, mama''s got company. Come on. Go into the next room for a while."
The knock on the door brought one last fix for the day. I thought to myself, this couldn''t wait until tomorrow? Knowing the motions by heart, I went through them with my eyes closed. I rolled out of the bed dragging the sheet and pillow and headed for the next room. I turned on the light and the roaches scattered. I arranged my covers and pillow in the bathtub, turned off the light and climbed in. The next sound I heard was that of my mother having sex in our bed. I laid there listening in wonder and fell asleep to images of what could be happening. This is one of the reasons I didn''t fit in at the playground. Those children did not live life like I did. Coco always apologized after nights like that. I heard the words "I promise to make it up to you" too many times to believe in them. How could she make this life up to me? Today, at twenty-one, I still wait.
Age 21: The steam from the water emanated from his body as he rose from the whirlpool tub. It was like he was on fire. Bubbles slid slowly down his body like melting ice cream as he walked towards me. As they made their way through the crevices of his chiseled form, I thanked his mother for birthing the perfect man......
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