Short Stories, Uncategorized

“She looks like her grandpa!”



I went to a family reunion over the weekend. They selected September 11th as it represented a day of remembrance for the 9/11 victims,  while serving as a reminder to us, to cherish our loved ones now before it’s too late.

There were nine adults plus munchkin — ten all together. Two of my cousins I’d never met as we are all scattered across the US and Caribbean. It was fun  reconnecting with my aunts,  as we’ve been making a valiant effort to stay in touch since the mini reunion at the funeral earlier this year. One aunt and her son flew in from another state,  so this was a big event for us, something we hope to make into a family tradition.

The one thing I couldn’t get over is that they are convinced my munchkin looks like my dad. I’m thinking in my head, “Huh? No she doesn’t!” Mind you,  these are my dad’s half sisters. I don’t know them very well so I’m still trying to find my comfort zone among them. I’m more familiar with my mom’s siblings so this is all new territory for me.

When all three sisters chimed in and saw the resemblance I didn’t see,  I had to raise my white flag and surrender. I was outnumbered! Later that evening,  when I asked mom her opinion on the munchkin-dad resemblance,  she was just as flabbergasted! She couldn’t see the resemblance either.

To me,  munchkin looks more like her dad than me. She’s a girl,  so there are certain feminine features of hers that are like mine,  but for the most part she looks like her dad. So I can’t see a strong connection to her grandpa if she only slightly looks like me. Oh well…  And don’t even get me started on what my mom’s siblings think or for that matter, what my ex husband’s family thinks. It’s a circus I tell yah, a freaking circus!!!

So is there some kind of conclusion to this story? Nope! Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and apparently, so is resemblance!

I’m sure ‘the resemblance game’ gets played at your house too. Do you look like your mom or your dad? If you have kids, do they look like you our your spouse?Would love to hear your stories! ☺

Thanks as always for stopping by, have a great day! 🌷





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Contents written: September 14 2016
Originally published: September 14 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises

Short Stories, Uncategorized

Roll call fumble

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As I sat through the class assignment process of munchkin’s first day of kindergarten, I cringed as teacher after teacher struggled to pronounce both first and last names of kids on their list.

At that moment, I was forcefully tossed back to my own adult episodes of having my name misspelled or mispronounced, or even worse, to having my last name and my first name swapped and hence switching my gender. Oh the horror!!! This is why I hardly ever use my first name now and if I do, it’s because my legal name is required.

When naming my children, I asked myself the following questions:
– Does it sound the way it is spelled?
– Is it easy to pronounce?
– Does it identify them correctly as male or female?

Why so much detail? All those issues surround my name and I didn’t want that for my kids.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate my name, it’s popular in my hometown. But now that I live in another country and culture,  it’s not popular here so it’s quite frustrating! But enough about me, what about you? Is your name hard to pronounce or spell? Does your name have special significance? Have you ever wished to change your name? Or do you love your name as it is?

I’m sure that by the end of the week,  all those teachers would have a handle on the names of every kid in their class,  so here’s wishing my munchkin,  her new friends and her teachers a fabulous 2016- 2017 school year. Happy adventures!!!


* Munchkin’s 1st day of Kindergarten

Contents written: September 8 2016
Originally published: September 14 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises

Music is Oxygen, Poetry, Uncategorized

We’re not meant to be alone

The world has so many people
Yet many of us still feel alone.
It’s time to build bridges,
Make connections,
Repair broken relationships,
Extend a hand of love and friendship.

Cherish today.
Live in the present.
Give love.
Be open to receive love.
In order to receive it,
You must first believe you deserve it.



Song: “Luther Vandross – A House Is Not A Home”


Contents written: September 14 2016
Originally published: September 14 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises