Sholanda Marible
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I am a 45 year old elementary school custodian who loves to write in my spare time. Writing is something that has been a passion of mine since the 3rd grade.
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Mama
I closed my eyes to get some sleep when I felt her reaching out to me for me to hold her hand. She did not want me to leave her side that night. It was a few days before she passed away. Mama had been sick for many years with heart disease. Her health began to rapidly decline two months before she passed away. Let me go back a bit. In 2001, my father passed away from a massive stroke. So, for eighteen years it was just Mom and me. We were always together. Wherever I went, she was with me. And wherever she went, I was with her. In the last five years of her life, she began to get weaker from the heart disease. She had her third heart attack in 2014 and it was then discovered that her heart was only functioning at 40%. However, my mom was a fighter. She stayed strong and kept fighting until she was too tired to fight. After her third heart attack, she made the decision to become a DNR patient. Meaning, that if something was to happen and she was to flatline, she did not want to be resuscitated. Her saying was if it was her time to go then let her go. Of course, I and my siblings did not want to entertain the thought of anything happening to her. This was our mom. We could not imagine life without it. I am the youngest of four children. My three older siblings are married and have families of their own. We did not want to place Mom into a nursing home because we were not too keen on having someone else taking care of her. So, since I was the one who was not married and did not have any children, I took on the responsibility of taking care of her full time. I am not going to tell you that it was all rainbows and sunshine because it was not. There were days that it became frustrating and stressful. I wanted to throw in the towel many times because taking care of a parent is not an easy task. But I am grateful that I had the opportunity to take care of her. She was my angel. My road dog. I miss her so much.
By Sholanda Marible5 years ago in Families
When You Wish Upon A Little Black Book
It was a typical summer night in the small town of Clinton, North Carolina. Sharon Marshall had just finished her shift at Sampson Regional Medical Center. She had been employed there for five years as a housekeeper. She was exhausted from pushing the cleaning cart up and down the long corridors of the hospital, cleaning empty rooms, making up beds, cleaning toilets, and sending soiled sheets to the laundry room. She longed to quit this job. As much as she worked, and even though the pay was good, she knew that one day she wanted to obtain something better like winning the lottery. If she was to win the Mega Millions or the Powerball, she knew that she was going to say goodbye to Sampson Regional. She whispered under her breath just how tired she was as she plumped down into the front seat of her beat down 2002 Jeep Liberty. She had bought it from a neighbor as is and the phrase “as is” meant that she could not drive anywhere outside of Sampson County, she had to press on the gas slowly without causing the jeep to jerk profusely by pressing it too quickly, and she could not go over the speed of 60. She looked at the gas gauge and saw that it close to empty. She did not have the money to put more gas in and she knew that she needed gas for the rest of the week. She shook her head as she cranked her jeep and pulled out of the parking lot. Finding herself stressing over the possibilities of not having the money for gas, she drove home in silence.
By Sholanda Marible5 years ago in Motivation
Goodbye, Donald Trump
Hey, Mr. Cheeto Supreme I guess you are wondering why I am writing you this letter. More than likely, you probably will not even read it. Yeah, I know that you do not like to read. Anyway, whether you read it or not I am still going to say what I need to say. At least it will be off my chest and in your lap while you are sitting in the front seat of the moving truck that will be parked in front of the White House in a few days. Are you excited? I know I am! You have wreaked havoc on this country and opened the gates for your remedial minions to run around as if everyone should reverence them. I hate to burst your bubble, Agent Orange but I am not intimidated by you or them. If anything, I think you are all a joke. As a black woman, I have had to sit and watch for the past four years while people like me have been treated unfairly every single day. We have endured police brutality, racial profiling, and our cries for racial equality has been laughed at by you and your followers. We are tired. Not only that, but you have also downplayed a pandemic that has basically ripped this country apart financially. Ironically, you ended up getting this very deadly virus yourself and you still wanted to downplay it even then. Many people are dying or have died from this pandemic and you were more worried about posting your latest tweet!! Thank GOD you have been banned from all social media networks!! Oh! And let us not forget the insurrection you caused by boosting your followers to breach The Capitol last week!! You set those idiots up and now you are hiding your hands!! Typical brat move don't you think? Anyway, I am glad that you are leaving!! I pray that as soon as the clock strikes twelve on January 20, that the Secret Service will wake you out of your sleep and drag your butt straight out of the White House and in the middle of the street!! Goodbye, Tangerine Face!!! You are the worst President this country has ever had!!! It is a bit annoying knowing that you are so delusional to the point of thinking that you won the election and that it was stolen from you. You cannot even admit that you lost because of your ego. You have for the past two months boosted your followers to do the unthinkable by giving them the green light to breach the Capitol. Now, instead of owning up to it, you are throwing them under the bus and hiding your hands. It is a bit too late to hide those infant hands of yours. The entire world, including the Republican Party, is seeing who you really are, and they are not too happy with you. Honestly, I think the Republican Party’s new distaste for you is a bit too late. They literally gave you free rein to act like an uncontrollable brat for four years. Now that you have wreaked havoc in their house, they are ready to get rid of you. Seeing your burnt orange face leaving the White House in five days is all I have been looking forward to since the day you were elected. I wish I could be there to watch you leave with nothing but straight embarrassment on your face. I know that seeing your dear Republicans turn their back on you kind of stings. And it serves you right. You deserve everything that is coming to you and then some! Bye, Orangey!!!
By Sholanda Marible5 years ago in The Swamp
