Nappy Hair

My hair is nappy?

Why thank you!

I love my kinky, spongy

And yes, nappy hair.

You think it would look great pressed?

Why thank you for the thought

But I will politely pass on that.

My hair would look great with a perm?

Nah, I’ve been there done that.

Had the scalp burns to prove it.

You wonder how long it is?

Why that’s the beauty of my friend,

Shrinkage.

It’s a secret she loves to keep.

Kinky, spongy, naturally curly

Dense, fluffy, cottony

Coarse, thick, wiry

Whatever you call it

It’s all good to me.

I’m naturally nappy and

Proud of it.

© C. Stinson August 2010

Summer Getaway Part 3

I am loving this “no agenda spontaneous go with the flow” vacation. I was scheduled to go home today but changed my mind. I initially looked at Branson – well after St. Louis was ruled out. Branson because The Platters were performing at the Starlite Theater. The show times was off so I chose Springfield for the caverns. I started thinking about staying one more day to see The Platters and suddenly I thought –why not? I couldn’t get a rate low enough at my current hotel so I checked with Travelocity and found a hotel with a rate I wanted with good customer reviews. Indoor pool, breakfast and internet…better than I had.

So with hotel and tickets for the 3 pm show I was off to Branson. Found the hotel with one turnaround and one stop for clarification on my directions, picked up my ticket for the show and found the Starlite Theater with no mishaps. I had front row tickets but couldn’t see my seat when I walked in so I settled for a few rows back and claimed my rightful seat at intermission.

The show was great – I loved every minute of it and was definitely glad I extended my stay to go. They sang all their hits plus a Ray Charles tribute and Motown revue. Will, who is blind did a great Ray. I felt like a groupie afterwards – bought the DVD of the show got a free t-shirt and purchased a picture of me with the group (the photographer was nice of enough to use my camera but snap one of me with hers as well – of course hers was better and I had to buy it). They autographed all three. Eddie, one of the original members of the group, was a hoot (did I use that word?). Yolanda had a powerful voice. She told me the story of how she let a stylist talk her into color and ruined her natural hair. She kept telling me how much she loved my hair. Will as I said was blind but if someone didn’t point it out I would not have known. He moved on that stage. They had some padded markers on the stage for him to keep his place. Andre – I could fall in love with him. He had a voice on him and a smooth bald head - whew!!! Like one of the ladies I met told him – Smokie ain’t got nothing on him with that voice. I would love to bring others back with me to see the show again. There was a lady there who has been to see this show 140 times. Can’t say I will go that many times but I could come again.

I asked for a restaurant recommendation and was told to try Hard Luck Café. They have singing servers. Glad I thought to ask and that I didn’t give up on finding it. The food was as good as the entertainment.

Sadly I am headed home tomorrow, but this is just the first of many trips. No longer will I wait for others to join me. It would be nice, but I will not let it keep me from going. Oh where, oh where, should I go next?

Summer Getaway Part 2

Today should be called “The Adventures of the Directionally Challenged” - that’s me. I spent the morning mapping out my day. It’s the only way I can get around. I think for my birthday I should buy myself GPS. Since I don’t have one I used my usual method. Map it, print it and let the adventure begin. I looked up things to do in the city and used the Map It feature installed on the page. It directed me to Google Maps (new to me I usually use Yahoo driving directions which after today I think I will continue to use). I had three places in mind from the list - Candy House Gourmet Chocolates, Jefferson Avenue Footbridge, and Fantastic Caverns. I mapped it from one place to the other and then back to my hotel.

First direction says head northwest, ummmm which way is that? Can I get a left or right please? Then the next one took me on a loop back to my starting point. At least I have the sense to know if I am looking for Exit 80 and the numbers are decreasing 77, 76, I am going the wrong way. See, I know a little something something. Anyway, after two turnarounds, I made it to the candy shop to find a closed sign. According to the website, they are open on Sundays from 12-5. Oh well, now it’s head west (here we go again), but at least I have a map and the line helps me figure out which way to go. Yep, I’m getting better at this reading a map thing. Made it downtown with only one turnaround and discovered the bridge. It wasn’t as fascinating as I thought. I took one look at it and thought I’m not climbing that thing. So click click and I strolled downtown for a bit. Found an antique furniture and junk store and saw a doll sitting in a chair and a bear that I couldn’t leave. $10 for them both. I really don’t have a place for them a home but I’ll worry about that later.

Heading west (by now I know which way that is – someone give me a cookie please) and I made it to the Fantastic Caverns with no turnarounds – another cookie please. Very interesting place. They showed a movie with the history of the cave and again I found myself wondering again if this alone thing was a good idea. At one point a certain group of hooded organization met in this cave, hmmmm. I looked around and was glad that even though I was the only brown face on the tram everyone was friendly and smiling. It was interesting to hear that the man that first discovered the cave kept it a secret until after the Civil War. He didn’t want either side using seizing it.

At the end of the ride, the guide magically pulled out several copies of a souvenir picture and passed them out. The old “give it to them, let them see it/hold it, and hopefully they will buy it” trick. Well it worked for $10 many of us kept the picture.

I’m tired from the day but have a wonderful time. Now I am thinking I need to extend my trip one more day. I have my eye on The Platters concert tomorrow.

Summer Getaway Part 1

I did it. I packed a bag and drove. Not quite as spontaneous as I said but as much as I can be. I mapped out a route and took off. It was quite a leisurely drive down US 65 N. Thought I would go a little crazy from the slow ride until I reminded myself I was not on a time schedule. I took in the sights while people drove around me. Then I saw a sign that said Natural Bridge of Arkansas 15 Miles Ahead. Talk about things that make you go hmmmm.

So of course I took the turn and decided to see for myself. The real adventure was the steep winding downhill narrow road. Caution use first gear, 15 mph (more like 2 mph). I am not ashamed to say I screamed few times going down and even asked myself "where in the heck" - okay I said hell – “am I going and did you forget you are by yourself?”

I made it down the hill and came to the entrance – an old log cabin selling all kinds of country bumpkin and old fashioned souvenirs. Country bumpkin – not my word. There was a country bumpkin emergency kit. I should have taken a picture of it. I did buy a back scratcher for a $1.50.

It cost $4 to gaze upon one the “natural wonders of the world”. Really? Well I paid my money since I made the dangerous trip down. The ride down was worth more. The path to the bridge was full of signs warning that “they” were not responsible for any accidents and of course “you are not allowed on the bridge”. Also as part of the attraction was an old Moon Shine house with several antique items. Made me remember how glad I am that I was born after that time in life.

Oh and did you know there are camels in Arkansas? I didn’t. On the road to the bridge, I saw a herd of cows and stopped to take a picture when I realized that among them sat a camel.

I made it to my destination following my yahoo directions. Thanks for all those who encouraged me to get out and do this. I have been talking about it - thinking about it for a long time but finally did it. This is just the beginning…..

The Chair

Excuse me I’ve been sitting here
Sitting here waiting
Waiting In this chair
What chair you say?

The chair I have come to detest
Detest what it symbolizes
It’s a symbol of self loath
Self loath I didn't know I had

You see I was raised by a mother
A mother that didn't care
Didn't care for the fro
And the naps on her head

She passed along her hatred
Hatred for the hair that grew
Grew upon my hair so strong
Strong until it was weakened

Weakened by the straightening tools
The tools of torture for the hair
Hair that I thought needed to be managed
Managed at the first sight of growth

First there came the comb
The comb of pressing fire
Fire cream came next
You know that cream of chemicals

Then there came Jheri
Jheri curl with all the mess
The mess of activator and drips
Dripping and staining everything in sight

Jheri's World of curls ended
Ended with a second onset of cream fire
Cream fire that has lead me here
Here in this chair

So if you'll excuse me
Excuse me from this chair
I've decided to live free
Free and no longer bound to the chair.

© C. Stinson 2008-2010

Fantasy Lover

Fantasy Lover

How can I miss you so

When you have never held me

You are embedded deep in my soul

Though you have never touched me

You occupy my daily thoughts

When I cry out for you in the middle of the night

You are there to hold and comfort me

Making me feel things I have never felt before

Yet as the sun rises and ushers in another day

I wake feeling as empty as my room

The cold silence serving as a reminder

That you are merely my fantasy lover

In my dreams we are meant to be

If only that was my reality.

© C. Stinson July 2010

Please Forgive Me I Would Still Like to be Your Friend

I understand you have wants

But we can’t always have what we desire

What I wanted was for you to tell me I was wrong

That you didn't deceive me with the most hurtful lies

That the irrefutable proof of your deception was untrue.

What I got was heart wrenching silence that tore into my soul

Leaving me furious, embittered and confused

How could I have not known what you harbored?

The one thing I find most offensive and unforgiveable

Were there signs that I chose to ignore?

Was l blinded by the illusion of love?

You say I was what you needed at the time?

That even now you will always love me

Use me as a measure of standard for others in your life

Is that a compliment to soothe my soul?

Can you not see how insulting that is to my spirit?

You once called me a woman of worth

Worthy of what?...your deceit, misuse and neglect

Please forgive you? You would like to still be my friend.

Do you even know what that word means?

Or do you throw it around as easily as you do the word “love”?

I want you to know that with little consideration at all

I leave you with this and answer your plea

You will have to learn to befriend your wife.

 

© C. Stinson June 25, 2010