The Potty Mouth Granny

  • A Dedication to My Diddy

    I’ve been owned by a fat, black cat named Diddy for 13 years and I love him very much but I’m saddened by the fact that he’s getting older. Because that means he won’t be a part of my life anymore and it hurts acknowledging that. I wished that our fur babies had the longevity…

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  • Reclaiming Joy in Your Life

    I majored in sociology in college because it made sense after reading the first paragraph of the textbook I had been assigned. I had been a sociologist my entire life but didn’t know it. When I was a little girl, I used to go to work with my mother during summer vacations and we would…

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  • Diddy the Fat Black Kitty

    Almost 13 years ago, an eight week old black kitten came into my life. He didn’t have a name for several weeks and then my eldest daughter named him Diddy. Because he loves the spotlight and women. Diddy is a naughty critter. Fuck it, he’s bad as hell and although he is considered a senior…

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  • Merry Christmas🎄🎄🎄🎄

    I would like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas to everyone but in particular to everyone who has suffered the loss of loved one this year or previously. The holidays are rough for those who are grieving and it’s hard pretending to be happy when you’re not. While on Facebook, my memory feed popped up…

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  • Memories, Memories, Memories

    I’m sure that any folks who come across my blog and read my work is probably thinking “Man she morbid as hell!” And I don’t mean to be but so much has happened to me in such a short time. Loss of loved ones, health issues, all kinds of shit. But someway, somehow, I manage…

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  • In Honor of Boogie Woogie – My First Cat

    The first man who broke my heart was a black cat named Boogie Woogie. He became my cat in February of 1980 and he was my first pet. Back in the 70s and 80s, the schools in Chicago stayed on strike and it was during one of these strikes that Boogie came into my life.…

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  • Self Love & Why It’s So Important to Black Women

    It’s time sisters. It’s time to love yourselves and stop worrying about men who wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire. The same group of men who spend their days and nights on the social media defaming your character and calling you bald headed, ugly, Black ass bitches. I know it’s hard living…

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  • A Rough Season

    This summer was supposed to have been a great one but unfortunately, I lost two childhood friends that I loved like sisters in two months. Most people lose contact with their childhood friends as they get older but I have been fortunate that I’m still in contact with the majority. I spent my teens, 20s,…

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  • The Art of Aging as a Woman

    Being a woman ain’t no cakewalk at all, especially in a society that deems a woman old and washed up at the age of 30. But someway, somehow I have managed to survive turning 50 years old. I was depressed in the months leading up to my birthday. I was grieving over the loss of…

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  • Memories

    In the months since my brother’s death, my emotions have been a kaleidoscope, ranging from the deepest of grief to fear.  My mother gave birth to three children and I am the only one left. That’s real deep isn’t it? I have no one to grieve with: most people don’t know how to deal with…

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