Dear Hubby,

I’ll take one of each. Please. And thank you. ❣👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇🥰

Dream Job? Writers Wanted! Your “voice” is unique. Use it or lose it. I am a Warrior Woman, a Write Fighter.

Sleepless in the South

Kabtn dropped back into my life 16 November, 2006
Two months in his home. Had he changed with his carefully groomed young Egyptian Diva, mother of my sisters and his fourth wife. She’s Alexandrian and 10 years my junior.

Two stepmothers before her and his abuse of his three previous wives led me to believe that he was still violent physically, verbally, mentally, emotionally.

Diva has also signed her name to a statement and complaint that includes false information, misleading information and I consider this another form of abuse called abusive litigation or malicious prosecution.

I am a nuisance, an inconvenience in this man’s life. I just will not shut up, go away, or let him drop back out of my life simply because my truth exposes him for who and what he is.

Kabtn Khawaga in The Evil Eye

Kabtn Khawaga’s Khawaga Kid was not being cooperative AT ALL! Here she is, in his carefully constructed house of cards in Alexandria, Egypt. She is still telling the truth??? WORSE!!!

His carefully groomed young Egyptian wife is hearing and questioning his carefully edited and reconstructed past.

WHAT TO DO??? WHAT TO DO??? Oh well, nothing for it, he’ll just have to stay home and supervise. Divide and conquer, no more conversations that he misses while working; too much to lose. YEAH, take them on a cruise; keep Diva close and give his damn Khawaga Kid her own room.

Khawaga Kid is used to his tactics, she’s been through it twice before with stepmother one and stepmother two. Ohhhh, Diva believes him. She’s watching Khawaga Kid like I’m a fox among the pigeons, her face guarded, not affectionate and friendly like it was before he started gaslighting me.

HARAM is the next word Diva teaches Khawaga Kid. Forbidden to be jealous or wish harm to others with the evil eye. Mission accomplished by Kabtn Khawaga the seeds of distrust with his artful deception have been sown in Diva’s heart. I feel the distance, knew he would do it.

Kabtn Khawaga has a different approach with his Khawaga Kid. He “confides” in her how insecure Diva is and how bitchy and mistrustful she can be because her family called her, *gulp* *gasp* *oh horrors* UGLY. This is the worst that could ever happen to anyone! Kabtn Khawaga’s motto is, “Appearance is everything.”

Narcissists can be amusing in their blind devotion to self. EXCEPT for their serial abuse, coercive control and just plain TOXIC personalities.

Seasoning My Life

Subtlety is Key

My only rule is don’t be bland. I love the spice of life! Some days I feel cool like a vanilla bean in ice cream. Other days I am comforting like pot roast and potatoes with carrots, onions, garlic and bay leaves. In every recipe of days, I don’t divulge all my secrets. Every creator worth her salt keeps secrets.

I have days when I feel like a delicious pot of gumbo; a layered goodness that begins with a simple roux…just flour and oil mixed to the perfect consistency, stirred patiently over a steady heat until the moment is right. (You know to add the stock of your choice with the color of the paste and at the first whiff of burnt peanuts.) Trial and error is the way you learn to make your roux. Next the Holy Trinity of Cajun cooking gets thrown in the pot…onions, celery and bell pepper, chopped to your personal preference. Add freshly diced tomatoes, (or canned) and fresh sliced okra, (or frozen). I always boil a whole chicken for my stock, then take meat from the bone and add to pot. This is good, but adding deveined shrimp, whole crab, or lump crab meat, crawfish, redfish…any combination that appeals to you. A sausage gumbo is good if you use a good link sausage. In my neck of the woods, that’s Conecuh link sausage. Experiment with this as all cooks do and yes, I have secret ingredients I add too. It takes time to cook this and serve it over rice. Yep. I feel like a gumbo some days, complicated and time consuming, but delicious and worth the effort.

Seasoning my life…expanded by many cultural cuisines learned by traveling the world as a third culture kid. I can be anything but bland. Never. Ever. Bland