I am a fifty-seven year old Gamer who goes by my In-Game Name Of Nilly55. I am an R5, which is leader of a guild. Only when I started I did not know what in the hell I was doing over a year ago.
In 2009 I decided to take myself as a writer seriously. We just elected the first African-American President, and I decided I was going to stop training and learning my craft as a writer and just practice it. I decided to join Hubpages.
Mocktails are Virgin — or Non-Alcoholic — Cocktails. Only I did not know that until almost an hour before I began writing this article. Someone needs to get out more. Hum, I may want to get a Virgin Pina Colada while I am out. Mocktails anyone?
Online scams are as easy as an e-mail sent to you from what you believe to be your bank or your E-bay account. I should know it has happened to me.
My health problems have me listed as home bound. Sure I walk, but mostly always with pain. Access-A-Ride Para-transit Transportation helps me get to my appointments when I am feeling well.
When it comes to literature I am always shocked at how most of the famous writers and poets are better than their hype. Ernest Hemingway is that writer for me. Up In Michigan pissed me off. The Snows Of Kilimanjaro made me feel like a voyeur ....
Another Robin Hood movie was not what I was interested in viewing even when I learned Russell Crowe, and Cate Blanchett were to star in it. Still, the information I read on it while perusing my Netflix account told me I should give it a try. It was way different than the legendary accounts we...
In the early '70s all I wanted to learn was the Hustle. It was the dance of the decade and it made you really popular in the Housing Projects I grew up in. A Broken promise from an extremely close childhood friend is why I did not learn my favorite dance steps.
This Poem is an Ode to all of the Famously productive African-Americans who were not taught to me — in grade school — while growing up in the late '60s and '70s in New York City.
I have always had health issues, and yet the moment I dropped out of college I have been without Health Care from the ages of 19 - 26. I did have a job. Things should not be the same 30 years later. Repeal is not an option we should stand for. In time Universal Health Care is what we should...
This short story has a biracial mother — who defines herself as Black — in conflict with her tween — eldest — daughter who wants to be seen as white.
The Rib Bar And Grill Is Out Of Business Now.
This poem is a retelling of changing relationships within a family after an incident.
Shortly after moving into my two bedroom apartment I began seeing flies. It was Winter time! After getting rid of my sticky paper ... I decided to get fly swatters.
Netflix DVDs are a life saver for me when it come to something different for my son to watch.
Almost anything I do gives me story ideas to write about. Cleaning — and keeping schedules — is one of those things thanks to my Mother who is My Muse.
Vacationing in Florida when living in New York means -- for most people -- plane travel. Taking Jet Blue going was pretty cool. I watched the movie, The Proposal while the kids watched Sponge Bob Square Pants. Life was perfect .... Now returning home ... well, that was a story of missed...
When I read a notice from my in-box petitioning me to sign a petition so it could be sent to CNN's President, Jon Klein, about Lou Dobbs's Birther foray. I signed and wrote this passionate ... letter ....
Orlando, Florida is my family's annual vacation destination. After visiting Disney Parks, and Universal Studios during our two week vacation I thought about what we could do on Our last day in Florida.
Inside the African-American culture there is a sad divide between Dark and Light Complexion Blacks.
Am I for Smoking or not smoking? That was a challenge I had one weekend ... when I was a teenager. The people pressuring me into smoking cigarettes were not my peers. The ring leader trying to get me to smoke was a relative four to five years my senior.
A Mother's love has nothing to do with giving birth. There are Foster Parents who love the children they care for more than the birth mothers do. This story is about the day in the life of such a Foster Mother and her very ill -- foster -- child.
Civil Servants riding on a parade float in New York City throwing fried chicken, and watermelon, at a cheering crowd who watched as a black rag-doll was being dragged behind the float. My problem with Michael Jackson is his chemically enhanced fair complexion. It screams self-hatred to me.