Thank You for Following!

Written Word vs. Speaking

Writing is my preferred method of communication, giving me time to think before I speak. Today I write to 37 other bloggers following me. I have tried to interact with each of you on some level, yet there are a few I can’t reach for varied reasons.

I Heart Books, Reading, Writers and Writing

2021. I resolved to deactivate a Twitter account with 3500+ followers; starting again from scratch. I haven’t tweeted much on my new profile, and the same is true for Facebook. This blog is my choice to stay “socially connected”, and I haven’t been consistent, but real world events are happening in real time that keep me busy. Yes, I will write about them, but for today, I just want to thank all 36 of you.

Success. Rejection. I’m here to prove I can succeed even when my words are rejected.

We all have our unique niche and I’m happy to be writing. Writing can be our escape, our sanity saver, a dream and/or a nightmare. Creating worlds with words. I love it.

Pay Attention to Signs

There is only One Way to succeed…Do not give up on your dream. Stop trash talking yourself, your talent. All Way sign? You can take yourself anywhere in writing. Have words and get ready for a wild and glorious ride with imagination your guide. ♥️✍

Quotes to Write By

Busy bee, that’s me…writing
Khawaga Kid found her voice to use in The Family Court Case from Hell
Today I am better than I was yesterday, but not as good as I will be tomorrow.

Soon it will end after decades. The Family Court Case from Hell. 1984 thru 2021. Mama and me? We vow to ourselves and one another that this is the final court battle. We will be free of Kabtn Khawaga, ex-husband and ex-father.

I am his daughter, Khawaga Kid; Write Fighter. I chronicle the days of our lives and the poison of his lies. Out of alibis, caught by the world wide web.

My Daily Med

Sunday, December 20, 2020. Have you ever praised God–singing and rejoicing–as you drive your car when suddenly, you feel you’re not alone? The fact is, you aren’t. God’s angels are there; right by your side. You may not see them, but they are there!

Your praise isn’t just an expression of your joy. You actually are doing battle in the spirit realm. While you are praising God–swoop!–the angels of God are stopping your enemy in His tracks. Swoop!–the angels of God are scattering your enemy!

Furbabies. My Warm Fuzzies.

A few members of Khawaga Kid’s emotional support group. 🐾♥️ Big Red Fuzzy is our girl Bossey. The affectionate hugger is Bud Boudreaux from Bay St. Louis, MS. Stripe Eddy is my taskmaster and talker. I ask him, “Stripe, when do you want treats?” He answers with, “Right meow.” 😺

Meet part of my Furbaby Family. These three usually join me for early morning My Daily Med and first words of the day.

Khawaga Kid and Kabtn Khawaga. Kabtn Khawaga is my father. I am his Khawaga Kid. My mother is his First Mate V. I am writing a memoir called The Family Court Case from Hell.

I changed the name of my 10th anniversary “card” to hubby. It’s called Howdy Neighbor. Arrowhead Season is a chapter and also a poem.

Sister of Khawaga Kid. Her name in my writing is Talathy Opal. My name is Alexandria Pearl. Our Father of Lies is Rico Mack–Kingpin of the Coastal Cartel. Our mother is his First Mate V. We are the family my truth as fiction writing called

THE FAMILY COURT CASE from HELL

Confidence Amidst Distress

My Daily Med–December 10, 2020

Does it seem as if the world today is constantly changing? I know it seems that way to me. This might cause us to be filled with anxiety unless we remember that “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble” (Psalm 46:1). Disturbing times should remind us we are only pilgrims on this earth. Our citizenship is in a heavenly kingdom that can never be shaken.

The commotion of this present world is nothing unprecedented. 1944 was a year of tremendous turmoil in our country because of WWII. Many people anxiously listened to the evening news, fearing the death of loved ones as battles were reported.

When times are frightening and uncertain–whether personally, nationally, or globally–the place to find comfort and assurance is the Bible, especially the book of Psalms. Scripture helps us look circumstances from God’s perspective. That reassures us of His love and care for us and lifts our eyes to a higher hope than anything this world can offer.

We all want to find peace, and the first step is to cease striving–Psalm 46:10–Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!

Remember that the Lord is always with you, and know that His kingdom is coming.

Jaunty, Jolly Mushroom
View from the Top–Merry Mushroom

My blog is my writing world post-NaNo2020. Emerging. Becoming.

Practicing The Art of Becoming since 2015

Sometimes, I’m eight different people in a day! If you don’t believe me, check out this blog.
I’m like this zinnia that illustrated the Art of Becoming…

This summer, I had beautiful orange and yellow zinnias showing out in my garden. Warm weather lingered and a new crop of zinnias popped up with this new color from the scattered seeds…

I call this new zinnia practicing the Art of Becoming “Oink”.

Orange and pink. I’ll lose them for the season, our first freeze begins tomorrow night. Yes, I am different, sometimes by the minute. I feel my environment, which overwhelmed me until I became “seasoned”, learning and practicing the Art of Becoming.

Becoming Professor Pretorius

Meet Kabtn Khawaga

Kabtn Khawaga, father of me, his Khawaga Kid

This photo was taken and posted to social media around 2015. His motion to modify alimony and judgment didn’t go his way. As they say, a picture is worth a thousand words. I got his message loud and clear. Me, the go-between for my parents. He would always tell me in such a casual way that she could accept what he was offering, or “I’ll just stay in Egypt.” That’s what his message was to me with this pic.

Kabtn Khawaga did stay in Egypt from 1982 until 2019. I am writing the story of our family life and when he chose to abandon us.

Now, all the pictures he posted to taunt…well…I saved them. He cannot stand that his barbs were like a boomerang, returning to haunt him as the hopefully final court battle looms.

As always, I say to Kabtn Khawaga, “Pay what you owe my mother and sister, or move back to Egypt. You cannot live peacefully in Mississippi while you are committing fraud, financial abuse and coercive control against my mother. Too late for my brain damaged sister that you abandoned. She died defrauded by you of the medical care, financial support…but mostly…you never came to see her, touch her, hug her, tell her you loved her. Lame excuses don’t work on me, your Khawaga Kid. I know why you stayed away.