I was born in Fort Worth, TX and grew up with a slew of different experiences and settings. We didn’t have much, we moved from house to house and we barely had enough of anything to survive but the whole time we were oblivious to it.
My mother was a class act. She had two small girls with no daddy help (but no baby daddy drama), she was always pushing towards her dreams and goals of being a model and singer, she took care of us and always made sure we were always happy and she stayed beautiful and graceful throughout it all.
Growing up, we learned about culture, music, travel, fashion, art and we never saw color, sex preference or age. Anything we wanted to do, mom was right there behind us cheering us on. I always appreciated her for that. We grew up rich in spirit, love and ability. Walk with me through a quick gallery of my childhood and adolescence.
This is my mom, her best friend Corinna (with her kids) and my uncle on the end. Corinna used to make us the most bomb tacos in San Antonio… or was it Dallas? I was too young to remember. But peep how me and sis are dressed alike again! Lol
Ahh… Christmas. Every year after this, my sister and I started realizing just how hard it was for mom. This Christmas, we had Barbie cars, clothes, toys, shoes and everything else!
Right here we were staying with an old lady who used to watch us while mom performed at her shows. I remember one day, I put a Barbie and water in a shoe box (so she could take a bath of course) and got a spanking from the old lady. After that, mom never took us back.
This was at Turner Elementary in 3rd Ward, TX. I used to love those little outfits mom would get us. There was a watermelon dress that I preferred to wear often. During this time, I used to have crazy dreams for some reason.
We were pretty country and pretty damn happy about it. But what kid wasn’t?