Author: reinekeis

Cbabi, my husband, isn’t a random-just-because gift giver. When he does celebrate my awesomeness, it’s even more rare that those gifts are clothes. But recently one night before bed, I  mentioned my birthday…and wanting a special dress…because I typically do not wear dresses. Cbabi, all casual like, gets up from the bed and announces, “Speaking of … Continue reading Career Breasts, Scandalous Dresses and Cake cake cake

In a dream just the other night, I was talking to someone I love but cannot trust. I was asking questions…being vulnerable…and the responses were ambiguous at best, and bullshit at worst. Then, my mother (who died a few years ago) threw open the door to the room I was in. And she threw it … Continue reading Cabbage for Momma

Depends on the day…the alignment of the moon…my feet and their feelings, but some days I don’t want to cook a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g. One would assume I would, given it is my profession. But I’m the first to admit that my family has eaten several meals of those Indian curry packets I can grab for under $5 … Continue reading Ridiculous…

I dated my brother for a year. It’s not as bad as it seems. See, the year my mother allowed me to date, she just so happened to require that my brother, Jermaine (we call him Maine), ride along on every…single…date. Lots of first dates that year. Lots. She was a clever, clever woman. But I … Continue reading Tacos and Brothers…and a bit of self worth talk

“Why don’t somebody just tranquilize his ass so he can shut up?!!” My mother. Laugh. Out. Loud. God, how I miss her… This was one of her comments after Michael Jackson died, and Joe Jackson, his father, was on television saying, in my mother’s opinion, all the wrong things. We were having a barbecue…and I … Continue reading Other People’s Family and Pineapple Tarts

This week I (and a glass of red wine) healed my bruised 15-year old kitchen relationship with my Baby Girl. It started with a knock on the door… BG: Dad said that I should maybe ask you if you could help me make a pie for Pie Day at school tomorrow. I. Could. Barely. Cap. all.my.enthusiam. … Continue reading Baby Girl and Galettes

I have two amazing Sonshines and one Moonbeam.  My oldest Sonshine just turned 13 this past weekend. 13, y’all. 13. He still likes legos. Minecraft. His momma😉 He’s the only child who will meditate with me. We aren’t meditating in this picture though…just getting our photo session on. His heart is revealed, and his focus … Continue reading You are my Sonshine…

Giggles ensue when I recall those nights holding the phone in high school and college… talking for hours about what I wanted in a boyfriend/husband. My goodness, that list was blow-by-blow ridiculousness. He should be atleast 6-feet tall, normal-sized head…not too big and not too small (same for his hands…small hands–and long-fingered hands…are creepy), his … Continue reading The simple things…

Twenty-eight days out of the month I am a Straight Gangster. Two days out of each month I am all in every.feeling.I.have.ever.had. Emotionally, I retreat like one of the little rascals in a “I’m running away from home” scene…grab a stick from a tree, bundle up my clothes in one shirt, tie it around the stick … Continue reading You have to eat a salad sometimes…

This is a recap of my Friday thru Sunday of this week: One person quit…via text…cause raising five kids on her own is difficult. I’m. Not. Even. Gonna. Comment. One person got fired because she rolled her eyes at me–without my knowledge–but the good staff lets me know when the bad ones cross the line, and … Continue reading Some people drink…I make onion rings AND drink