Angelia Vernon Menchan

Angelia Vernon Menchan is an author, publisher and public speaker who owns two publishing companies, MAMM Productions and Honorable Menchan Media. Mrs. Menchan is also a Budget Officer and former Job Corps Counselor. To date she has published twenty-three books of her own work, both fiction and non-fiction and more than eighty ebook novellas on You can access her bibliography on search words: Angelia Vernon Menchan

Contact information:
Phone numbers: 904 714 2272 904 303 2679

Monday, November 23, 2009


Sometimes things have to be smashed at me for me to get it,
Guess that is due to my constant state of busyness~
Or maybe oblivion~
Last week I was boxing up books to give to the library,
And there were a good number of books that I had read,
But really wasn’t interested in keeping,
Main reason was because they were smaller paper backs and I tend not to keep those,
But a big reason was because they were books that I purchased of authors I didn’t know,
Some I enjoyed immensely,
Others not so much,
But in my fervent desire to support new authors,
Or ‘authors’ I know,
I buy a lot of books~
I have found some jewels and new writers whose books I have and will purchase again,
I have also bought some that well~ you know,
But my thought process is that had I not given it a shot,
I would never have known of these writers and I am glad I did~
No big deal,
Then last weekend I was at a Book club anniversary,
There were three of us, local authors and immediately I got in line,
To purchase the book of one author,
The other author didn’t have any books with her,
But I purchased on line,
It didn’t occur to me that neither author had purchased my book,
Until it was brought to my attention,
Because others did,
Then I thought, ‘Wow’~
That is kind of how it works with me,
I miss things like that, but when it is brought to my attention,
I feel it~
I didn’t like feeling that way,
Because I am truly of the mindset that it is better to give than to receive,
But at the same time~
As a human being and a writer,
Which is something else altogether,
It stung just a bit~
But I got over it and went on with my life,
Because what I know for sure is this,
Is that nothing will stop me from supporting those who are trying,
Or even those who are already there and struggling to stay,
But what I do know is that all of these emails and posts would not be going around,
About please support this author or that author,
If we all chose to support each other~
What a concept~



Thursday, November 19, 2009

Onika Pascal Reviews Mrs. Black?

Mrs. Black?, November 19, 2009
Onika Pascal (Brooklyn, NY) - See all my reviewsI picked up the book, fanned the pages before I began, breathed in and let my eyes get to work. I read the book in 3 days. From the beginning to end, this story was engulfed in a passion that almost every woman desires. The desire of that timeless love that will wait on her and treat her like a queen. In reading the book I understood the need for forgiveness of others and self, the need for peace of mind, the need for calm and the need for courage, to be able to love again. And the support of family to make it through. The characters were eloquent and graceful in age, yet playful in love. Though this wasn't a plot with the typical drama 20 something to 30 something year olds in love, the story reminded me that there is love at the age of 50 and beyond. Menchan definitely gave me an all new insight into love and love after being broken. And that being adult through it all supercedes any revenge one can seek on the heart. I totally enjoyed this book and would recommend it for a rainy weekend day read.



I am always tickled by the fact that parents think they should be able to determine how their progeny will turn out…
Now, there are some basics that will assure they will be pretty good,
Love them, nurture them, encourage them, discipline them, treat them like little individuals,
And usually they will be fine, overall…
If you honestly think you can turn them into little figures of you, or Martin Luther King,
Sorry dears, it does not work like that,
Much of who we become is based on our OWN experiences,
It used to tickle me silly after I got married and we would travel back to our hometown,
After being in Europe or Kansas or some such,
And my husband would do something that was so different than his family members,
Say, eat shitake mushrooms or kimchee…
Egads, eyes would roll and I would get some peripheral glances,
As if though I had initiated him into some secret eating society,
And then I would hear the infamous words,
“Where did he get that FROM?”
I would internally laugh, because I knew the general consensus was that I had taught him some illicit new activities….
I did of course but it had nothing to do with mushrooms…
Moving on!
Just the other day I was talking to a young man who was convinced,
That his toddlers was going to turn out just as he wanted, like him, no less,
I smiled at that and silently sent up prayer hoping they would be a tad different,
But I knew that one day, he was going to say,
‘Where did they get that from…”
And I hope he remembers what I told him,
“They get much from us, but many, many things they get comes from living, where they choose to socialize and oh my goodness from within their own little individual souls….”
Who grow up to be big people, with discerning tastes,
Individual outlooks and quirky personalities,
That as much as they are like ours,
They are blessedly different,
And I for one AM GLAD ABOUT IT…


Wednesday, November 18, 2009


I am endlessly fascinated by what folks are willing to accept but are unwilling to give;
Please trust me, promote me, support me, accept that I have foibles and quirks,
Don’t expect me to trust you unless you prove to me that you are trustworthy,
What the heck is that about?
Does the person not get that if they expect people to trust them, they have to trust others,
Listening to how many people are distrustful, clarifies for me why there are so many,
Failed marriages,
Lonely people,
Workplace issues,
Superficial friendships,
Because I am telling you as God is my witness,
That if you spend all of your time looking over your shoulder,
Waiting for the other shoe to drop,
Or trying to get someone before you get got,
You have truly boxed yourself in and that is so limiting,
I have a tendency to be open-minded and give someone the benefit of the doubt,
Thus trust…
Now I don’t mean anything silly like giving a stranger the keys to your house,
Or the pin number to your ATM card,
That is just well…dumb…
But what I mean is that if someone comes on a job interview,
And they don’t look the way you think they should look,
But they have something to bring, give them a chance,
Or if your heart has been broken,
Please don’t shut your heart off and vow never to trust another man or woman,
Because the only person that loses in that situation is you,
I have been singed and flat out BURNED by people I have trusted and invested in,
But it has not stopped me from trusting or investing in someone else,
Because we should weigh people on an individual basis,
I remember years ago I was managing a bookstore and a woman walked out in the middle of the shift, saying, ‘I can’t work for YOU?’ I asked her why…
She told me, “I don’t want someone like you telling me what to do.”
So I bid her adieu…
A few weeks later someone called asking for a reference,
I gave her a good one,
Because other than the fact that she couldn’t work for ME…
She was a hard worker and the person calling was not like ME…
So I figured why stop a woman who needed a job really badly from working,
Because if she could find someone she could work for, she would do well…
Several months later she stopped by at a going away party for me and was in tears,
I asked why,
She told me, ‘Because you could have ruined me, but you chose not to…it made me look at people like you differently, because in the same situation I would have not done that for you…’
I already knew that,
But I have made a vow,
To do unto others as I would have them do unto me,
Even when I know they would not do the same for me…



Tuesday, November 17, 2009


Every time a new movie or book comes out and African-Americans aren’t portrayed in glowing terms, the AA community is up in arms,
Trust me I know from whence this comes,
I can recall as a young girl that no matter what went on in our family,
We were admonished not to discuss it and to always put our best faces forward,
If we were outside playing and had gotten dirty,
We were hauled inside and scrubbed and vaselined until we looked like new money before we could go outside…it was very important to have a good image…
And I agree with that to a great extent,
But what I also know is that keeping things can sometimes fill us with rage and pain,
There were a lot of things I sucked down until I was grown,
Putting on a good face, acting as if though as soon as the occurrence was over,
I was fine…
And I looked fine, but I had a laser sharp tongue that could rip you to shreds,
And could look at folks,
Well they knew…
Because so many of the things I was keeping inside was manifesting itself,
Once I chose to reveal, I was able to heal,
Now I am in no way saying we should walk around telling all the family business,
But what I am saying is that if we teach kids to keep quiet about egregious activities,
We are doing them a disservice,
Just yesterday a young girl was found murdered,
And the story goes her mother had sold her into prostitution,
At age FIVE!
My God, if only she had TOLD someone,
Maybe just maybe she would still be with us,
Or for those young girls who see their mothers beaten to bloody pulps.
Who are told not to say a word,
And to pretend that all is well,
Even though mommy has broken limbs,
And black eyes,
Maybe, just maybe if she had said something or told someone,
Mommy would still be alive,
And she wouldn’t feel it was okay to allow someone to hit her,
I am telling you this,
That every now and then we are going to have to reveal some dirty laundry,
So that we can get it washed, dry cleaned or something,
Because as quiet as it is kept,
Sometimes we have to REVEAL TO HEAL!


Monday, November 16, 2009


I spent a bit of time this morning thinking about more of the sayings of my elders as I crossed the bridge coming into work,
This time the saying was ‘Follow your first mind…’
I can recall them saying that so often, and as a precocious youngster,
I would often think, ‘We only have a first mind…”
But trust me, I never articulated that to them,
Disrespect was not tolerated by those women,
I had another instance this weekend when I should have followed my first mind,
About two years ago I was asked to participate in something,
And I was pretty excited,
However, once I did it, I left thinking,
“I will never deal with this again…”
And I meant it,
A couple of weeks ago, I was asked to participate again,
I hesitated a bit,
My first mind was yelling at me…
But, I decided to do it anyway…
As soon as I got there, I knew I should have stuck to my convictions,
It wasn’t a bad thing,
No one did me wrong,
But my first mind and now my gut,
Told me,
This is not for you,
It was of no benefit to you then,
And is of no benefit to you now,
Of course the title of one of my books rang in my head,
Is NO Not Clear Enough For You!?
Of course it was,
But as I am wont to do every now and again,
Is do it, go against my first mind,
Hoping and praying that I was wrong, wrong, wrong…
But ~sighing~
Per usual, my first mind was my best mind,
Maybe I will listen next time!


Friday, November 13, 2009

What I Know~

There are a gang of things I am totally clueless about,
But there are a few things I just know,
I know that if you love yourself, you are capable of loving others,
I also know the reverse is true,
I know that people who can be trusted,
Trust other people, and those who don't well don't tell em nothing,
I know that everyone is capable of changing, and will OR won't...
But I also know that the only person that I can change is me,
And the responsibility of changing others is not my JOB...
I know that we are all works in progress and though we are faithful people,
There are times when I faith wavers and we fall off track,
But I also know that GOD forgives us our transgressions and we have to forgive ourselves...
We have to remember that we have to forgive others the same as we have been forgiven...we dont have to be with them or around them but we must forgive them....
I also know that we can all create viable lives for ourselves,
But in order to do so, we have to believe in God, ourselves and those people that will assist us along the way...
I also know that there is so much to do and that to really move forward we must do it....
I am ready, are you?



Thursday, November 12, 2009


I was raised by a woman who had many sayings,
My mama had a way with words,
Blessedly I inherited her gift, thus I write,
One of the things she would say to us as a motivation to do something was,
“God takes care of those who take care of themselves…”
I took her words to heart and have been working since my early teen years,
However, I discovered once I came to know God better for myself,
That God takes care of those who take care of themselves,
And ESPECIALLY those who don’t, Thank God for that!
But the premise of the message was valid and poignant,
Because as a person who is willing to help others to the extent that I can,
I really am EXCITED to help someone who is trying to help him or herself~
Because that is really when you can get something done,
I remember as a Job Corps counselor,
That the kids who did best were the older students who had been through some
Bumps and had learned how little they know,
So that when the got to the center they were ready to be helped and to do all they could,
Not so, with many others,
I see that so prevalently amongst so many today,
They want you to help but on their terms,
They want you to give but ask no questions,
Be there for them but only if they are in the mood,
Cosign on their foolishness, even when you know it’s foolish,
Uhn uhn,
And that is exhausting,
But those who ask questions,
And listen to the answers,
Though they may ultimately do something different,
Or who are bubbling with excitement about having a better life,
Or who are willing to do without until they can afford more,
Are a joy to help,
Because you know that once your teeny weeny part is done,
They are going to be able to handle their own business,
And later help someone else who will help themselves!


Be Peace…

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

You Cannot Afford It!

Over the past several weeks, I have had several conversation online and offline about grown children…and what we owe them…
And I have to say right out the gate, that if you loved them, prayed for them, gave them food, shelter, clothing and opportunities for education…
Once they are grown, you owe them nothing but more love and lots of PRAYER…
That is not to say in any way that if you can help them,
You shouldn’t, but help does not mean, allowing your life to go down the slopes and for you to do without in order for them to have something,
That is not only detrimental to you, but not good for them, because what you are doing is enabling them,
If you give money over and over again to a grown unemployed child,
You are stymieing his or her growth,
At the same time if you are always financing a working child,
So they can purchase pleasures and frivolities with their earnings,
You are doing the same thing,
I am not guess-working on this,
I have been tried and found guilty of such,
And what I had to learn is that we aren’t doing these things,
In most cases just for them,
We are doing it for us,
Because let’s be real,
We honestly care way too much about ‘THEM’…
No, not just the kids,
But people,
As Black folks, we lay awake at night wondering what people are saying about us,
Cause we aren’t doing this thing or that thing,
And heaven forbid they are saying we are bad parents,
Because we are allowing our kids to do without,
Honey hush!
So what we do is finance their mess,
Especially sons and then wonder what the heck happened…
Well, we gotta stop the madness…
For real,
And mother is not here to tell you that any of this is easy,
But it is doable,
And do it we must,
Last night I was thinking about some of the elder women I know and love,
And how so many of them are broke.
Because they felt they had to give everything they had to kids,
Who outearned them by far,
But got to spend their money on frivolities while their aging parents went without,
That is wrong,
And parents let me tell you this,
You cannot pay for any mistakes you made years, and years ago,
If you messed up with the kids,
Ask God to forgive you, ask them to forgive, forgive yourself and move on,
You cannot buy forgiveness or love,
And you shouldn’t have to…



Monday, November 9, 2009

Umm Umm Umm!

I am startled by how many folks don’t realize that what they say is who they are and even more startled by those who look askance at positive people!
I listen sometimes to the absolute negativity that people spew about other folks and wonder if they even know how bad they sound or how it makes them appear,
Maybe they don’t care,
But I tell you this,
One of the quickest ways to turn folks off is always to be spewing some mess,
Especially to me,
I don’t care a twit about other folks stuff,
And I sure don’t want to hear someone talking about someone’s appearance,
And the red light for me,
Is please don’t tell me how I should feel about things,
Or people,
I am grown enough to discern that for myself,
Thank you very much…
And the other one,
Is someone called me passive-aggressive,
Because they said I always try to say positive things,
After I picked my lips up,
I had to ask them to expound,
They confidently told me,
They had never heard me cuss anyone out or go off on anyone,
And I always tried to say something positive,
I looked around for the police, because I was sure I was going to be arrested for that!
Come on:
When a younger woman,
I often told folks off,
But as I matured and grew,
I learned that much of that was a waste of time,
And the one who came off looking cuckoo was me,
So instead,
When I am around folks who make me want to cuss or go off,
I stop being around them,
Or if I absolutely can’t avoid it,
I write books in my mind while in their presence and keep my mouth shut!
I have lived too long and been through too much to get caught up in foolishness,
And there is too much to do and too many places to go…
Now don’t be fooled,
I can get down with the best of them,
But I choose my battles,
Because I am only willing to die on battlefields worthy of my fight!



Friday, November 6, 2009


Chapter Two

“So what are you planning to do Cinnamon, move him in my house?” Brown sat down, staring up at his wife. It was hard to look at all the pain in her eyes, pain he had caused.

“William, why are you here?”

“You’re my wife, this is my home.”

“I have asked you to leave.”

“For how long?”

“Forever…” Pain and fear raced in his heart.

“How’s that possible? We have been through so much together. I made another mistake…”

“No William, you made a decision. I told you when you decided to give up the Atlanta office that I wouldn’t go through this again. I meant that. I just have to figure out a way to tell the children. I can’t do this any more.”

“Is it because you have a backup plan? Your Black Knight is waiting in the wings. So are the two of you going to marry downtown in the square and make a fool of me?” Startled laughter flew from Cinnamon’s throat.

“Is that what this is about, your pride? Is that why we’re still married, to keep me from marrying Malcolm?”

“I love you, I’ve always loved you, but you’ve always been a lot of work. I allowed you your little indiscretion. You made love to him right up under my nose and I looked the other way. I didn’t want to lose you, but I won’t allow you to leave me and make a fool of me and all we have worked to have.”

“Negro, you don’t have a choice. I don’t think you know who you’re dealing with. And for the record Malcolm and I didn’t have an indiscretion. We had a love affair, he loves me and I love him!” White hot pain ran through Brown at Cinnamon’s words. He was shocked.

“So how do you expect me to only be with you, when you’re with him?”

“William, you were sleeping all over for almost thirty years before Malcolm ever touched me. And in almost two years, Malcolm and I haven’t shared so much as a kiss. He hasn’t had his hands on me or any other woman. He loves ME that much! Your idea of love seems to be ownership of me, while screwing someone else. How do you think I felt when that man showed up at my door with pictures of you butt naked inside his wife?” He cringed at her words.

“I’m sure if I had wanted to, I would have been able to have photos of you with Malcolm Black!”

“As usual you’re avoiding the real issue! I wish you had, then we could have resolved this mess years ago.”

“What mess is that, is that what you consider our marriage, a mess?”

“B, it is a mess…” His heart surged at her calling him ‘B,’ that was an affectionate name she had called him since they were children. “William, we have created a mess. For over two decades we traveled the world, in every port you had your little, ‘things,’ as a woman, a wife and the mother of your children, I chose to look the other way. What we had seemed to transcend that. However, once we moved back to Florida, I truly thought that was all over. I was so busy getting Muhammad through school, taking care of my dying mother and working, I couldn’t see what was going on. And Malcolm was there for me at every juncture. I didn’t know his feelings for me or acknowledge mine for him; but he took care of me when no one else did. I remember all those lonely nights I sat with mama and you were God knows where, doing the devil knows what. He came by with food, books and conversation. I never meant to love him, but it seemed to become inevitable. After he confessed his feelings to me, you practically forced us together, inviting him into our lives, our home. B, he told you how he felt and he also told you he would never go away, not once you invited him in. Now, I understand, you were having an affair with Khadijah and my being with Malcolm just evened the playing field in your mind. What you didn’t count on was how much he loved me! You are unable to understand that. For almost two years he and I have been running the Learning Center, we have been friends… that’s it, just friends. However, your latest little indiscretion changes everything. William, I want to be loved, cared for and honored by a man who places me first after God. William Brown, it seems you aren’t that man.” Swallowing down a lump, Brown stared at his wife. He didn’t know what to say. There was nothing he could say.

“William, please leave, I need some peace. I need you to come by tomorrow so we can talk to Aura.”

“What are you planning to tell her?”

“The truth… that her mom and dad are separating after over three decades of marriage and that while we love her and each other, it isn’t enough to sustain us any longer. She’s almost thirty years old, she’ll be fine.”

“What will we tell our families?”

“I only have Aunt Gladys to tell. You can tell your family whatever you want to, I don’t care.”

Not knowing what else to say he reluctantly walked from his home. His heart felt as though it were going to fly from his chest. He never thought Cinnamon would make the decision to divorce him. They had been through so much.

God, please give me the strength to deal with all of this. I know you frown on divorce, but God I can’t go on like this. I have stayed faithful and true to that man to the best of my abilities. I know I stepped out of your will, when I was sexually involved with Malcolm but God I also know I have asked for and received forgiveness from you. I’m going to need you ever so desperately to get me through this. I love William, but I’m too tired to go through this again. Amen.

What in the world am I going to do? I don’t know what I was thinking getting involved with that woman. For the past year, our lives have been almost platinum. I know Cinnamon has been true to me even though she was still close to Malcolm Black. We enjoyed helping raise our granddaughter and it’s been so awesome. God, why in the world did I allow myself to fall once again into the trap of my own lusts? I can’t imagine getting up everyday without Cinnamon in my life. I love and need her and God, though I’m ashamed to admit it, I can’t live in this town and watch the two of them. It would kill me.


Thursday, November 5, 2009


I am befuddled again…
By something else but kind of the same,
Last night I posed the question:
Why do others care about someone else’s sexuality?
Woo Hoo…
One brother basically intimated I was the spawn of the devil,
For even asking the question,
I am still curious actually,
Because the question didn’t have a thing to do with God, Faith or Religion,
It was basically, ‘HOW IS THAT YOUR BUSINESS?’
Moving on,
Now I wonder what makes people think they have the right to tell people what to do,
How to dress,
What to eat,
Where to go?
Is that not the most presumptuous thing?
Or maybe I am nuts,
I absolutely believe that people have certain,
As human beings,
And how they dress is one,
As long as they are clean and aren’t naked,
Who cares if they don’t dress according to some outdated or overtly modern,
Years ago a friend I love dearly had a problem with the fact that most days,
I wear dresses and hose,
I kindly gently told her,
It was my choice and I really didn’t like looking at naked legs,
At work, but it was her choice,
We didn’t miss a beat,
We love the difference in each other,
If there is a dress code at your work,
Follow it,
But if not and the supervisors are cool with it,
I am too…to each his or her own,
Does that make me an anomaly?
That I really and truly am unconcerned about such trivia,
Or are people way too bound up in other folks business?
Someone, anyone please feel free to wise me up?
The other issue is knowing when to let go…
A young woman I love dearly is so bound up in her feelings for people,
She is always in pain,
When she know full well that the people are opportunistic and only are about her,
When there is no one else,
That is not cool…
Sure it hurts like the dickens to leave someone you love alone,
But I am guessing it cannot hurt anymore than allowing them,
To use and hurt you over and over again…
Of course,
Because the answers are as plain at the curls in my hair,
And that is this:
If you spend all of your time handling your business,
And trying to help some of the social ills around us,
There would be little to no time to care,
Who sleeps with whom,
Who is wearing what or eating what,
And if you make yourself a priority after God,
You will stop allowing folks to pick you up when it’s to their advantage,
And put you down when they don’t wanna be bothered…
But like everything else I say,
Use what you can and toss the rest over your shoulder…



Wednesday, November 4, 2009


I write life as I know it,
I am perplexed, or at least I was when someone seemed amazed at the happenings of some of my characters…
The fact that Malcolm Black and William Brown,
‘Allowed’ Cinnamon the woman they loved,
So much leverage,
Or the fact that Alexandra Wilson was a lesbian woman,
Who stayed married to a man for thirty years…
Before she ever stepped out and became who she really was,
Or that there are women who are so hung up on things like skin color,
And hair texture that they sabotage the relationships in their lives,
Or uh oh,
That people are Christians and have so many struggles with being ‘good’…
Or that there are people who do all kinds of things to make their lives work,
The reason I am so puzzled is that even though I grew up in an environment of protectiveness,
My mom, grandmother, some of my aunts and my grandmother,
Were very protective of me,
Those protections didn’t stop me from seeing life or people as they were,
There was a man we all called, ‘Mother’,
He was a gay man,
No big deal to me, he worked hard and was a vital part of our community,
There was a woman I will call JB,
Who at first glance looked like a man,
And lived with a woman,
And was one of the hardest working loggers in the city,
Who I knew well,
She was part and parcel of my community,
And to this day,
I see her,
She was a large presence at my mother’s funeral,
And as I got older,
No one had to tell me that there were people who stepped outside of their,
Marriages and still remained married,
I had eyes and I could see,
Nothing about these people was strange,
Or titillating,
Or sexy,
Shoot, they were just the people I grew up around,
This morning I got a message from my sister telling me a friend had died,
He was a gay man who was probably ten years older than me,
But what I remember him for more than anything was how smart he was,
How he was always pursuing a degree in something,
I remember the last time I saw him,
I was selling my books at the African American Arts festival,
And he bought my book, saying he was proud of me,
And saying how good I looked and remembering my mother,
I hugged him fervently and we joked a bit,
Such has been my life,
So when I sit down to write,
That is what I recall,
As I craft characters,
All of those vibrant,
Loving people, that I was blessed to know,
And that thanks be to God,
People are now interested in reading about,
In a fictionalized form….



Tuesday, November 3, 2009


When someone says; ‘But, they…
I know immediately someone’s behavior is going to be excused,
Uncool behavior,
If I had a dollar for every time someone said,
“But he just being a man…”
Come on people, we get from folks what we expect,
And if we expect ‘men’ to cheat, etc. then…well you feel me,
Now for the next one,
I only need a quarter,
‘But they young…’
We excuse a lot of behavior that young people are doing by saying this,
It’s as if though you can do anything you want to,
And chalk it up to being young…
Not so, in my humble opinion,
Because there are just some things folks shouldn’t do no matter the age,
I recall when I was a much younger woman,
I knew this sister, who was dating a really nice man,
He was extremely good to her,
But she treated him rather shoddily,
Knowing how much he loved her,
She was considered a catch, had it going on,
Pretty, fine…hot…
He was just a ‘regular’ brother with a great future,
So many folks would say,
“But, she just young…”
When she would blatantly disrespect him…
I didn’t agree with that then and I don’t agree with it now,
Because the truth is this,
She knew she didn’t love him or want him,
So why play with his feelings, spend his money,
And treat him that way…that don’t have a thing to do with age,
So, of course he wised up,
And lo and behold,
Some thirty years later,
She still remembers him quite fondly,
Wishing that she had been a ‘better younger person’,
Umm hmm, cause Mr. Regular has got it going on with Mrs. Regular,
And Ms. Got it Going on is…
Well you get me,
So the next time,
You see someone you love,
Or have any influence over,
Doing something that is just not right,
Regardless of their age,
At a minimum, hip them to it,
Because whether we like it or not,
That is the role we as elders must sometimes assume,
Let them know that we all have to grow up,
Learning as we go,
But that we are never too young to be decent,
Responsible or just downright,
Good people…

But shoot, what do I know?