To My Email Subscribers, I Know That I’ve Been A Bad Girl… #email #listbuilding #marquessamatthews

Yes, I apologize to my email subscribers for not been keeping up with them over the past few months.

When life takes over, certain things have to be put aside, right?

On that note, I’ll keep it brief.

I sent out a newsletter to my email subscribers today so be sure to check your email inbox. There is an update on what I have been up to and what I’m planning for the next few months. In the newsletter, I also included a little “tease” to the first installment of my “A” in the upcoming A to Z Challenge that I have started working on.

Though the official A to Z Challenge reveal is not until March 19th, I will say that what I’m challenging myself to write fiction revolving around the wheel further below.

If you are intrigued and interested in some advance “teasers” through my newsletter, you can sign up for my email list here.

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“Who’s Laughing Now?”  #selfFULL #tuesdaythoughts #karma

Repost.

We all have our biatch moments and this was one of mine (uh…one of many) and I couldn’t resist…

Bisous,

Marquessa xoxo

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*inspired by Who’s Laughing Now? (video below)

The woman was plump, had a face full of wrinkles and looked beyond dowdy in her washed out yoga pants and oversized T-shirt. She stood shaking her head in frustration as her children raced up and down the grocery aisle. It was obvious that she wanted to crucify them but she seemed too tired to deal with them as they screamed and darted around people’s grocery carts.

Something about her felt familiar and I wondered from where I knew her. As I continued to scan the shelf for what I needed for the weekend, I eliminated the possibilities. She wasn’t from my university days, past jobs or from elementary school where everyone knew each other. High school was the only feasible place left and I immediately knew who she was – Eva the bully.

Eva was an older girl who had bullied me when I first started high school. She was in the graduating class and had taken a “liking” to me, taunting me in the meanest ways possible on the bus and whenever our paths would cross in the school hallways. I was her perfect target – young fresh meat, four years younger and one out of the handful of Black kids in the entire school. Her insults always focused my “blackness” – how ugly and Medusa-like my braids were, how my skin was brown like a monkey and anything else that came to her nasty little mind. Eva was a class act with her promises to beat me up if I opened my mouth and told on her. Yes, she was a first class mean girl who had a good laugh at my expense.

But even at that age, I knew better than to give her what she wanted – the satisfaction of scaring me, even if I was on the inside. I never showed fear but when pretending not to care only aggravated her more, she doubled up on her efforts and I had no choice to get my family involved. I couldn’t live on pins and needles until she graduated. She was already as dumb as a doorknob – what if she failed and had to repeat her grade…what would happen then?

I must have been deep in thought and staring at her while I took that 30+ year trip down memory lane because I found her staring curiously right back at me.

“Do we know each other?” Eva had the nerve to smile and it irked the shit out of me.

I was about to shake my head with a “no” and simply go about my business but when one of her kids crashed into me and kept running, it ignited a fire in the pit of my stomach. I found myself approaching her.

“I’m sure that you won’t remember me but I definitely remember you. You’re Eva, right?” I smiled.

“Yeah, I am. How do we know each other?”

I couldn’t help but smile even wider.

“You were the racist bitch that bullied me in my first year of high school. It’s hard to forget a face as ugly as yours.”

Eva’s face quickly changed from a smile to shock. From her wide eyes, she was confused at how the words coming out of my mouth were not corresponding with the smile on my face. She opened her mouth but couldn’t form a full sentence. But then again, she was always on the stupid side…

“What?”

“I said that you were the racist bitch that bullied me in my first year of high school,” I repeated a little louder, attracting the attention of a young couple standing nearby.

She tried to recognize my face from all those years ago, probably flashing back to what and who she had been back then and maybe to what and who she still was.

“You were nothing less than a monster but from the looks of it, you’re living a nightmare of your own. And you definitely deserve it. You reap what you sow.”

I pointed to her kids spitting out f* bombs at each other like they were candy, fighting over something from the shelf down the aisle. I didn’t give a flying fig that the young couple watching were fully fascinated by my words and were looking at Eva in total disgust.

I gave Eva my back and returned to where I had left my cart a few steps away, feeling her eyes on me the entire time. From the corner of my eye, I could see her standing motionless, unsure of what to do and looking extremely embarrassed. I finished taking down what I needed and glanced back at her.

“Have yourself a wonderful day Eva,” I told her and walked away to the cash.

No, it’s not true that I walked away.

I strutted my way down the grocery aisle, my stride overflowing with satisfaction.

You know what they say: “He who laughs last, laughs best…”

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When I’m In the Mood… #selfFULL #tuesdaythoughts #mood

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I’m reposting this for you lovelies who would like to get to know me a little better.

Bisous,

Marquessa xoxo

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I don’t know about you but when it’s snowing outside and I’m chilling in my pj’s with nowhere to go fast, I’m usually in the mood for one thing.

Well, maybe more than one thing but mostly about one.

Pho.

Yeah, I’m thinking about how good it would be to sit with my writing notebook, a podcast on as background noise and a huge bowl of piping hot “soupe tonkinoise” carefully balanced in my lap.

Noodles with grilled chicken over top, ginger, cilantro, faint whispers of star anise, green onions, a heaping side dish of Thai basil, bean sprouts and lime wedges and a dash of sriracha or hoisin for good measure…

There is just something soothing about the journey to the bottom of a big, deep bowl of deliciousness while jotting down new writing ideas.

Go ahead, curl up on the couch with me and share about what comforts you on a chilly/rainy day.

I know you want to… 😊

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When It’s My Jam I Don’t Give A Damn  #selfFULL #tuesdaythoughts

I’m reposting this for you lovelies who would like to get to know me a little better.

Bisous,

Marquessa xoxo

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(updated version of previous post)

The older I get, the less I care about being embarrassed.

Maybe you feel the same way.

Like singing along to one of my favorite cassette’s in the car (windows closed, of course), head bopping to the music, committed to getting the lyrics right and throwing in a few hand gestures to the beat for good measure.

Totally in the zone.

This time around, it was to “Como La Flor” from my Selena “Dreaming of You” cassette. No, not Justin Bieber’s “Selena”, but the original Selena whose life was cut short in the mid-90s. And before you ask, “yes” my car has a cassette player (as it should since it’s almost 20 years old).

So when I looked over to see the passengers in the next car staring me down because they had caught me in full mid-chorus, I wasn’t surprised that they were laughing at me. They were just waiting for me to look away and die of embarrassment.

Uh…that wasn’t happening.

Instead, I didn’t miss a beat and continued singing AT them with Selena-like flamenco hands…

Como la flor
Con tanto amor
Me diste tú
Se marchitó
Me marcho hoy
Yo sé perder
Pero
Ay ay ay, cómo me duele

Funny how their smirks transformed into confusion and how quickly they were no longer interested in the weird lady in the next lane…

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My “Pet Peeves” #selfFULL #tuesdaythoughts

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It’s a New Year and I’m reposting this for you lovelies who would like to get to know me a little better.

Bisous,

Marquessa xoxo

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Okay…so in no specific order, here are random things that peeve me.

You can judge me silently as silently as you want…

  • People who use their speakerphones or have Facetime conversations in waiting rooms (especially at the hospital) to pass the time. Have they forgotten that they are NOT within the four walls of their home and that no one else is interested in being part of their conversation? Just leave the waiting area and go outside!

  • Do not call and tell me that you have “something really important to tell me but I’ll you later“. How about you say NOTHING until you can really tell me later? If your intention is to freak me out until you do tell me, you will have succeeded. And the next time I see you in person, you will be cruisin’ for a brusin’ if it turns out to not be serious.

  • Being the only one in a washroom with a bunch of empty stalls and someone decides to occupy the one right next to mine. Really? Are you kidding me?

  • A waiter, chef or anyone else handling my food with a beard long enough to require a rubber band or its own postal code (zipcode for the Americans out there). BTW, I have no clue who this guy is…he just has the perfect rubber band for my example;

  • Hair in the bathtub, sink or on the soap…GROSS. Wash it down the drain, pick it off the soap, I don’t care what you do – just get rid of it please!

  • Why is it that the “pants on the ground” style is still around? I don’t need to see your knock off brand-named underwear and though I may have a slight aversion to “skinny” pants, I’ll take that over stupid pants any day.

  • Being on hold for FOREVER with your doctor’s office/airline company/service provider/etc only to get cut off as soon as an agent picks up;

  • A “man bun” if you don’t have the swagger to pull it off or the additional “accessories” to distract me away from the said bun because my eyes are glued somewhere else. I may give you a pass if you’re an older surfer dude like my Galen character in “Living To Die”.

There are plenty of others but those are just a few of the pet peeves that came to me.

What are some of yours?

I promise not to judge…well, at least not out loud. 🙂

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This Is Who I Am #selfFULL #tuesdaythoughts

It’s a New Year and I’m reposting this for you lovelies who would like to get to know me a little better.

Bisous,

Marquessa xoxo

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Like I said in this past post, I don’t do selfies.

I always prefer to be behind the camera than in front of it. But since a few curious readers asked me “what I look like”, I’ve decided to post a photo.

A photo.

One photo.

A “one time thing” that will likely not happen again for a long time.

And this photo may go POOF! Then it may disappear when I revamp my blog in the coming months.

So if you would really, really like to see “who I am“, you’ll need to scroll down.

Yeah, scroll down.

Scroll down some more.

Scroll down some more again.

You’re almost there.

Okay, there you go…

This is who I am.

Wait…what did you say?

I never said that the photo would be a “recent” one! 🙂

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