What is a road trip you would love to take? Day #2 – Bloganuary

Road trip? No.

Plane trip? Yes.

My “go-to” is a little place that I’ve been enamoured with since I first visited in 1993.

The moment I stepped off the plane it felt like “home”. I’m not sure why but it did and still does every time I visit.

The place I used to go at least once a year until, well, you know…

The Enchanted Island – San Juan, Puerto Rico.

The place where I always stay a stone’s throw away from the beach.

The place where I spend most of my time near the water.

The place where I do the following things excessively:






The place where my biggest (First World) decisions of the day is “Do I spend the first half of the day at the pool or the beach?

I can’t wait to return.

©2022 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

What advice would you give to your teenage self? Day 1 of #Bloganuary

Note to reader: I enjoy writing fiction with a twist of reality so many of these daily Bloganuary prompts will take on a fictional slant. My approach? Write for 30 minutes, publish and then edit a few more times to set the “feeling”. That’s how I will roll for this challenge.

As I sit at her kitchen table being accused of yet another mysterious crime I have not committed, I distract myself from her yelling by mentally adding items to the “How did I end up like this?” list I have running in my head.

It means nothing to her that I sacrifice time away from my work and family to drop by daily to cook, clean and do errands for her. Nothing I have ever done was good enough in her eyes and nothing has changed.

With each visit, she still spends her time negatively comparing me to herself (who can do no wrong) or to those who have quietly distanced themselves far and farther away from her pent up anger and frustrations.

The day I realized that she has never had an interest in me was the day I started to mentally make a list of advice I would have told my teenage self, if I could have turned back the hands of time.

If I knew then what I know now, maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t be sitting here…

The choices we make (or don’t make) are ours so don’t blame anyone else for the ones you make.

Take the time to figure out what your truth is, not someone’s truth or projection of truth onto you.

Just because someone loves you doesn’t mean that they always have your best interest at heart.

Some people need to feed on bitterness to get themselves through their days. Don’t be one of those people.

Never give up your passion to please others.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Aren’t you listening to me?”

The shrill of her voice jars me back to the reality of her kitchen where she is now standing next to me with the lunch plate I prepared for her in hand.

Realizing that I am lost in private thoughts that are not centered on her, she is more than displeased with the fact that I have been ignoring her latest performance.

“I said that this tastes like garbage! No wonder your kids eat out so much.”

Having been a professional chef for most of my working life before I retired, I almost laugh at her statement.


A profession I had been reknown for across the city but that I resorted to because she made early and quick work of extinguishing my passion and spirit for what I truly wanted to do with my life.

I barely flinch as the plate hits the wall and shatters into tiny pieces all over the floor.

It all feels so familiar.

Memories from my childhood in this kitchen flash before my eyes. She needs no words because the glare that cuts into me demands that I clean up the mess she has just made.

Just as I did as a teenager, I make the choice to be silent.

But today as an adult, I make the choice to stay seated for a little longer than I normally would.

As I try to raise myself from my chair, I add another item to my mental list:

It is not your responsibility to try to “fix” what is broken in someone, especially if you didn’t break it. Simply concentrate on “fixing” yourself.

©2022 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved



What are you most grateful for, right now, in this moment? Day 31

I am always grateful for my family, having a home to live in, being in relatively good health and the ability to pay my bills.

But in addition to all of that, right now, I am and will always be grateful to all those tireless people who have been on the front lines.

Besides being one who believes in doing things for the common good of all, I have followed the rules as much as humanly possible to not contribute to the hard work of these people who are courageous enough to do what they have been doing.

What are you most grateful for, right now, in this moment?

What’s your most urgent priority for the rest of the year? Day 30

I’ve got one urgent priority that I will begin tackling shortly after this March challenge is over.

My priority is to concentrate on getting to a healthier place physically and mentally.

Every time I’ve said this in the past, my efforts started off strong and then took a back seat to renovations, annual submissions and impromptu visits to emergency rooms.

It always seems that whenever I start making progress on these fronts, the devil steps in and messes with me.

But I am no longer a spring chicken, my body feels it and it is now or never to get things under control.

And when I do, I’ll take a hiatus from this blog.

Deep down, I know that if I focus on getting to a healthier place, the “writing” part of me result get to where I would like it to be.

What’s your most urgent priority for the rest of the year?

What’s the most out-of-character choice you’ve ever made? Day 29

I found myself with a unique choice to either take the high road or teach a former backstabbing high school ex-friend a lesson.

I did not choose the high road.

Let’s just say that I had always been there for this “friend” – a listening ear when her family was having issues or having her back when she was the object of unfairness. However, this “friend” never reciprocated and even let me fall through the trapdoor of racism as she quietly stood idly by. What was truly unforgivable to me was how easily this “Brown” friend turned a blind eye when I was suffering from blatant anti-Black racism at school. She was very quick to forget all the times I had supported her so right after high school, I washed my hands of her.

Long story short, that ex-friend and I ended up working at the same establishment a summer or two later. It was obvious that she was totally smitten with one of the guys on staff and unfortunately for her, it didn’t take much to innocently distract him.

Yes, I totally distracted him.

He never ever gave her a second look for the entire summer.

Yeah, there wasn’t even any need to overdo it like…

The guy was never hers so it wasn’t like I stole him, right?

Funny enough, by the end of that summer, she apologized for how she had acted years before (which showed that she knew exactly what she was doing at the time) and wanted to rekindle our friendship. If you know me at all, you’ll know that I politely declined…

What’s the most out-of-character choice you’ve ever made?

Do you have a morning ritual? Day 28

Unfortunately the only morning ritual I have right now is to wake up about 1 hour before work, handle the morning necessities, make a coffee and open my laptop to start responding to emails before my start time, knowing that urgent items would likely roll in and distract me.

Kind of sad, no?

But my goal is to become one of those Mircle Morning people because, to be honest, I am slightly obsessed with the MM method.

I know that it works because I committed to doing it for 6 weeks and it was AMAZING. The only issue was that by 9:00PM, I would have no choice but to go to bed because this is how I would feel…

I got soooo much done towards my personal goals that it was almost magical. It was going to be a part of my 2020 plan but I just don’t have the mental energy right now for it. I’ll blame the stress of the pandemic for my lack of action.

I would love to find others who want to do the same and have some sort of accountability group but that’s not for right now.

Do you have a morning ritual?

Would you rather have a live-in massage therapist, or a live-in chef? Day 27

How is this even a question???

If I had a live-in massage therapist, I would rarely get off the massage table.

And if that massage therapist looked like this…

…I would never get off the table.


Would you rather have a live-in massage therapist, or a live-in chef?