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Elena Ruiz, a brilliant and ambitious professional, has just been promoted to an executive position at a Fortune 500 company. Behind her polished business persona, she is a single mother raising four young children alone. Her dream is to secure enough financial stability to send them all to college debt-free. With her new role, Elena sacrifices bedtime stories, school recitals, and weekend family time for long hours in the boardroom. She learns that in the corporate world, success and stability come with a silent price—keeping her head down and her mouth closed. Yet, her heart begins to ache as the cost of her choices becomes clear.
In her quest to be familiar with wealth, Elena sacrifices in the following ways:
Missed Milestone: Elena forgets her eldest child’s piano recital due to an emergency board meeting, receiving a video of the performance afterward, which leaves her in tears.
Unexpected Illness: One of her children falls seriously ill, and she realizes work obligations have left her unaware of the symptoms and struggles at home.
Corporate Crossroads: Elena is pressured to silence concerns about unethical practices that could risk public trust, forcing her to reflect on the example she wants to set for her children.
Heartfelt Reminder: A simple drawing left by her youngest—depicting “Mommy at Work” alone at a big table—forces her to consider whether the seat she fought for is worth the distance it’s creating.
These moments begin to unravel the belief that silence and sacrifice are the only path to stability, setting the stage for her critical turning point as both a mother and a leader.
Stop Making Showing Up a Thing!
The path to greatness may require absence, are you willing to do it for the greatest food?
Now, you know you was wrong for throwing the trash out the way you did.
Everybody was watching when you were on the Book actin a fool but when you threw out that trash…they wanted to look away and couldn’t.
With your skin still popping, I suspect you and Estee Lauder had a deal.
Well, girl, insurance plays did you well. I thought Warren Buffett had you but you keep some Vaseline around to let it be known, I clog these pores for a reason.
Well,
Lovin others with a tad bit of chastising caused this dreadful party but you’re here to say it plain and it is your strong suit.
What you can do now is die knowing you are believed to know the Lord as well as MLK did.
What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?
It’s morning and sunshine crosses the sky in bright elegance.
I imagine this simply because the blanket covering my window still darken the room.
I have no sense of time, no sense of direction.
The matter of expectation creeps into our comfort zone
And what used to be an eager feeling of anticipation growls in the belly as yet another consistent reminder of God’s unchanging hand
Avoidance is nothing but delayed experiences
I learn
I cry
And then face the inevitable, the day to arrive befalls me and skipping yet another sunrise is not an option
So
To it:
I sing:
Oh Mr. Sun
Mr. Golden Sun
Please shine down on me!
These little children are asking you, to please come out so we can play with you.
Bravery Happens Where Avoidance Ends
Breakfast completes a night’s spend
Will you be able to carry your luggage back to TSA once the Shutdown ends?
The Democrats are making some huge compromises to get America running again. The party is really hoping that we remember our fellow Americans when we go grocery shopping.
Placing this here to remind you to check your local news on food pantry ways of donating.
Disclaimer: As you proceed, the advice given can only be supplemented with the guidance of biblically inclined selfless missionaries. Please use this advice at your own risk.no refunds if you end up in hell.
Ok.
The day was hot…July and my 3’s were becoming too rotational in BS semantics. What I needed was relief. Of course, with the Good Lord on my side, I am saved. but in this world I chose to partake in with my interests and song, I needed relief from the constant bites of vipers.
incoming!!! (truth so raw, you might be shocked by the audacity, you are more than welcome to click out here)
Back during my Similac Faith days, I had no idea how deeply profound the level of ignorance I had for my dealings with the opposite sex.
Simply put, I had not one standard for myself on how I should serve and be served. My satisfaction lied within the path that led to the least amount of conflict, the most comfortable in positioning and the ability to afford several cable channels without any interruption.
yea, that was how naive things were for me.
I was running. Running. Flying and going.
until, the freedom felt like suffocation. the ulimited purchases in the name of self love became bothersome and unfulfilling, the independence I gained from the scurrying away from resistance felt like an unopened box holding a dollar tree knock off bald head ass barbie.
I needed something to love, nurture and teach.
That is when the words flowed from my mouth like this:
-“Dear God, for me and my man, may we live a long healthy life that pleases you in service and obedience”
I threw the words out there, savoring them for its direct ask and knowing that the man near me would reap the benefits of its utterance, I continued being the marathon walker that I am.
Months later, the most shocking thing happened:
Pauly entered my life. The sheer excitement I felt hearing his tunes made me feel loved even in his blues.
Madison birds filled my life with cautionary care, with Pauly on my side, I found a way to get there
With grit and armor specific to a Downer of Groves, the julliet love beat helped me with Donuts of Route 66 coves.
I landed in Mundelein to find a Napoleon and doubted its purr of purpose and found out quick about what I left unquoted
In hindsight, all of these developments felt like something that didn’t seem to be worthy of news but oh when I remembered the saddened tales of my life being ignored and misconstrued….
I went on tour with Legions…
Please don’t get me wrong…there are many bodies left unclaimed who never meant any harm.
Them type of legions are cool…them type of legions have school
—I said all of this to say…
I am not your mother, your pastor, nor your boss
Go prey on some one else’s wordpress lane.
Chicago, I love you.
I know some how
and I know some way
We’re gonna make it
No matter what the test
Whatever comes our way
We’re gonna make it
With Jesus on our side
Things will work out fine
We’re GONNA MAKE IT!!!
(sing in the tune of the church classic…please ask Chance 3 for the deets please 🙂
Soup Recipe
Drive, bike or Walk to a Pantry on the South Side
Say yes! to everything they have to offer!
tell little white lies of who you are (just to keep with thug specific optics)
and do this when you get to shelter.
grab ya dutch oven
grab ya oil (I prefer butter)
grab ya onions
grab ya bell peppers
grab your flour that is in the freezer avoiding a gnat attack
grab your garlic powder
grab your pepper
grab your salt
grab your smoked paprika
grab your chipotle bouillon paste
grab some water…used generously throughout this demonstration
grab you a can of black beans
grab you a can of collard greens
grab you a can of ORGANIC DICED TOMATOES!
grab you a few golden potatoes
get you a bag of nasty ass beef stew that claims it is ready to eat
now listen up:::::
dice all the veggies first!
melt about 2 tablespoons of butter in dutch oven
sweat all diced veggies until you smell something brewing
season veggies LIGHTLY with all your seasonings
Add 2 tablespoons of chipotle paste
stir it up!!!
Next,
Add 2 tablespoons of flour until fragrant and no longer white…stir!
while stirring add water…about 2 cups here…
then open all them cans of veggies…throw it in there
Add a little more seasonings!!! not too much…someone around you have high blood pressure…please don’t unalive them through this method.
After…a slow simmer around 15 minutes…add the nasty ass beef stew.
Simmer for 10 more minutes!! Enjoy with crackers or ciabatta bread from your local pantry that is dusted lightly with oregano herbs and shredded parmesan cheese.
Beef Stew tasty now – Mr. Leggions (in his cookie monster voice)
I’ve been Seen.
And I ain’t mad about it. God knows me best, I will still hold my head high Deangelia!!!!
When you think of the word “successful,” who’s the first person that comes to mind and why?
KFC to me is effing delicious and to know that the man who thought up such an amazing recipe was past his prime and considered a senior citizen when he realized the success of what we know as finger licking good, really helps me see success in a feasible manner.
Just remembering the days of our youth and the impatience you had with learning something new. The anticipation to master something and be a champion within hours of knowing a subject was the element on mind for every new task.
Becoming so overwhelmed by the thought that the activity would be abandoned altogether.
To top it off, you get so many examples of others around you making waves and you want to get it done as young as possible to feel the taste of success and the gains that come with it. Not getting where you think you should be in the timing you expect can feel defeating.
Colonel Sanders is an example of steadfast success that can show up at any age.
I imagine that on days like this, some are seeing commas in their bank account at an age much younger than I am.
I used to get bothered by that…not any fucking more.
1. This life is a sin and I write tragedies – somehow it pays the bills
2. One does not negate the fact that I DO want to experience luxury, but in the meantime, I will pass the time being poetically sound in delusion
3. Success to me really have a lot to do with Luke 2:49
Either way, when you think of success, why not feel it already? I wish I had your number so we can share reels and shit…that’s how much you mean to me for reading this.
I looked at this FB messenger ask and took a few minutes to consider and immediately expressed gratitude and accepted the invitation. I don’t think the sender understood my angles. I come from the janky, the ghetto, the slightly misunderstood underbelly of suburban America…it was who tf I was and had no idea it would be the issue.
So, quarterly on a 4th sunday, I packed my shit and headed to the event of social banter among other college educated women like myself to talk books we’ve read (in my case, listened to on Audible). Agreed upon Titles read included the following:
This I Know For Sure – Oprah Winfrey: A title that held the many held beliefs of a multi billionaire network owner and tv personality. It included anecdotal advice and really fluid conversations with the author and others of success in developing a broad range of perceptual experiences that lended itself trustworthy. I mean, the author is an unmarried, childless woman of color…how can it be denied?
The Hate U Give: This title caused me to really feel overstimulated. The social climate at the time of reading, gave me pause to its central theme. I couldn’t get into it, but I read it anyway for conversation sake with Veronica Appleton, PhD. She’s a stickler for DEI concepts and I didn’t want to be caught with my pants down.
The Mother of Black Hollywood: The bookclub owner believed the author lied in most parts in this auto biography…I couldn’t confirm either side so I sat silent in the meeting.
A book by TD Jakes: I trusted it…no real insight here.
Becoming by Michelle Obama: This is the story…
Clarissa is stupid, where did you say you know her from Alero? – Bookclub Owner
This particular bookclub event abruptly ended after the homeowner, wife and mother heard this from the mouth of the she-male wearing the black leggings in the group photo above. All others represented in this photo were individuals in passing walking down sylvan ct, they wanted to be apart of a photo that included the likeness of Mr. Obama’s first wife.
Black Farmers Need Some Advice: This is me giving it.
when there is a famine…get on tikTok
where there is a surplus…get on Linkedin
when there is a chicken with eggs to make…call Clarissa the former voter and she will give you a hand.
This poem was brought to you by EGGLAND’s Best.
YeYE TOYAY Okay.
may or may not know Tammi Jefferson for professional “occupational reasons”
That Time I Rode By.
It was a sunny day and there wasn’t many places to go. I had this new guest in my home and in my home I decided to introduce my guest to my hometown.
I took google maps until I got to the exit near route 30.
This could be considered Matteson and/or Olympia Fields and I carried my Pauly down the road past Olive Garden, way past where Lincoln Mall Used to be…all the way down to where Aldi was divided by division…I made a right.
Took division to w. 16th place.
stopped at 417 with my companion on the passenger side…knocked on the door…and became face to face with the woman known as Mrs. Rhymes.
She stood behind a screen door…On many typical days before this particular moment of 2023…she’d open the door feed me dry pork chops, take me on a tour of her expansive museum of photos and black art, and share a thing or two about what was happening in the latest family news…but on this day…she locked the door and spit at me.
I didn’t have money and she said to get my “poor stupid ass away from her door.”
My companion heard her say this.
Thanks for listening and/or reading…I am not high.
One time, there was this new album I wanted badly. I skipped school my sophomore year to get it. After spending my little cash on 2004’s top R&B album, I said to myself…This could have totally waited until school was done.
Instant gratification was what I wanted and decided to sacrifice in order to feel it. However, once all efforts to secure the moment was realized, it felt lackluster and I could not size up the value of what that moment could have been if I’d made a better choice on where to give my attentions.
Music is deeply personal to me. It was my way in. I had the know, I had the beat, and I had the interest to talk for hours on end about my favorite songs. However, I wasn’t current with my latest insights and then I got lost in the details with thought bubbles of music lyrics whenever times got too tough for me to handle.
Now, here is the Confession:
“Mistakes, poor decisions, selfishness, low self-esteem and under development in coping mechanisms caused me to lose connection with my loved ones. Instead of facing their tears and disappointment, I left all I could say on this blog” – Clarissa Williams
NOt AlL MeN I Know Have HOmo Dealings:
Only the liars.
When I am sure of the truth…I assume there are homo dealings occurring between the lines of what I need to hear and what they choose to tell me to keep getting access to my pure spirit.
In an effect that this segment needed to happen, I will not run a damn thing back.
I know many things for sure and if asked, I will stand on it…HEAVY.
Karin Allen Knows Me. She is pretending to be Liberal after introducing me to a Maga brunch in 2018.
the flapjacks were excellent. I continued to attend brunch without her for the pancakes. i saw her with Ms. Harris and decided to just leave it alone for “minding-my-business-purposes”.
Now. LEt’s take a moment to reflect…
november is coming soon.
i know who i am with is solely for partnership purposes.
do not bother him with how you feel about me.
he said what I needed to hear LAST november…and this november, I want to hear it from him again.
MWMC, INC 
