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.

Advice With Pics

100% Agree
Diva Facebook Live…Once Upon A Time…But Not Now! Co-Defendant.
Kabtn Khawaga Smoking Shisha and Looking Tired.
“Tell her that if she doesn’t accept my offer, I will just stay in Egypt.” You should have stayed in Egypt, Kabtn Khawaga aka Defendant.
1979 thru 2021–The Family Court Case from Hell.

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.

Mama’s Gingerbread House

Candlewick Gingerbread House designed and sewn by our Mama/Momma

Needs a touch up, so I took it to her yesterday. She will wash it, block it, and have the lace sitting “just so” when she works her magic. I have the last real Christmas Tree she decorated. She gave it to me, changing her Christmas decor; her little cozy place of her own. I wanted her to have her beautiful gingerbread creation. Although it’s tiny, a lot of love and time were invested in this project she completed in 1986.

Back of Mama’s Gingerbread House
Side 1 of Mama’s Gingerbread House.
Side 2 of Mama’s Gingerbread House.
Roof of Mama’s Gingerbread House.