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Victorious Women I was born and raised in Rhode Island. I am the middle child of three. When I was seven, my father was shot and killed. As an adult looking back, I couldn’t handle its emotional impact. It introduced me to an overwhelming pain that subconsciously shaped my life.

There was no one there to help me understand my emotions, but you’d better believe the pain was real. So what did I do?I wanted to save the world from pain, so I placed myself in harm’s way. Perhaps that’s why I love capes—Lady Super Pain here to save your day. It all came to a screeching halt after I nearly died twice trying to rescue a pack of ingrates that I now thank. I saw clearer than clear that I AM NOT THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB.

My life’s lessons are my strengths, but looking back I wondered: Who? What? When? Where? How? and Why?

Through writing, I heal. Post-traumatic trauma must be embraced, and then, and, only then, will you be able to move from Victim street to a Victorious place. Let’s talk about being a victim. There is no shame in being a victim. We are all victims at one time or another.

Would you rather be a predator? I finally got sick and tired of being sick and tired of abuse that I moved from Victim Street to Victorious Place, and I pray that part of my life is dead. I think people make changes when things not only hurt, but hurt enough. I feel I’ve done enough time. Really!   We’ve got to know when we’re in the red zone–harm’s way, folks.  I face many challenges everyday, but I jumped anyway to save my life.

I survived. I stand. I stand with insight and pride. I am so thankful that my life’s hardships awakened me, and that’s what I call epiphanies.

Some folks would like to know my educational background. I have a little schooling–but what is better than life experiences? After all, there is always some one better, prettier, and smarter, but, of course, writers write.

I am an Independent Book Reviewer. I love dogs, especially Poodles. Plants are awesome too, and I absolutely love Volkswagen Beetles. If you want to know more, I invite you to read my writings.

Don’t you want to experience positive, life-changing epiphanies that will help you? Don’t get it twisted. Other people will learn too–especially when you move.

Writing to heal is real—from me to you!

Thank you very much.

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Ain’t It Funky Now?

“I love him.
I Luvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv him. I’m in Lov……………….Luv………Luv…….” the young lady must have said enough to clog the ocean.

I’m thinking she sounds like she’s on drugs. “Well, don’t tell him,” I say, remembering The God Father of Soul—Ain’t It Funky Now.

“What! I ain’t like you. I’ll tell him what I want.  I lovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv…. lovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv

“You young women need to take a lesson from us older women. We know a little something.”

“You ain’t no expert on men,” she sniffed

“Well James Brown left us some good advice. Ain’t it Funky Now. The lyrics: Never get so confident was nothin’ you want to know….sister, when you loved your man, be careful, I ain’t tellin’ that. He will put you back on the corner, use you like its in the hat.”

“You’re paranoid and he’s dead.” Her cell rings. “Girl, yup. That’s my man. Hold on. Ok here’s his number. You can call him go head.” She hangs up.

My feelings are on my face. I don’t understand these women. My mind is running but I am not trying to have an argument.

“What, What,” the young one says.

“It smells in here.  Ain’t it Funky Now. ‘Don’t let nobody take care ‘o your business better than you do. Never get so confident was nothin’ you want to know. You caught up your time. You lose your thing. You think you got to go.’

She lifts her breasts and her dress and says, “If I can’t trust my man, don’t need him. You negative and James Brown is dead.”

“Thank you James.”

“What?”

“What you thanking him for. He’s dead. Stupid hairdo. Wasn’t he a drunk?”

I’m glad to be a woman. I’m no expert. She’s right about that. I learned from the best–My Spent Emotions. At least she’s young with a long haul in front of her. Poor thing. Poor things.

Vivian Dixon Sober