At a conference in Ft. Lauderdale, there were about 350 people there who all looked like they were serious about conferencing. You could tell by the way they carried their notebooks everywhere they went and by the copious amount of notes they took as the speakers gave their presentation. I wasn't too wild about the conference, but I had attended because I wa...
These confessions -- there will be a price to pay for them, somewhere down the line, I suppose. Maybe a future husband, a future employer, a future son or daughter will come across them and think differently of me, look at me in a different light, believe me to be deranged or sick. This is the kind of thing that I've been thinking since writing and submittin...
Marc Albert Mathieu is the name. I was born and raised in the town of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti, and moved with my family to the Ontario region of Canada in the summer of 1999. Thirteen years later, I'm a business administration student at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, getting ready for a brighter tomorrow. It's the beginning of 2012,...
Black men the world over got this nasty habit of walking around like they own the place. Act like they're the toughest guys. Swagger like they've got the biggest dicks. And I both love and hate them for it. My name is Jeannette Saint-Mathieu. I was born and raised in the town of Cap-Haitien, in the North side of the Republic of Haiti. I've been living in the...
It's only been ten years since graduation, but Jim felt like he hasn't seen some of his classmates much longer than that. He had kept in touch with some of his classmates, but there was one young lady that he has wanted since his freshman year in high school and never made his moves on her because he was black and she was a pretty well off white girl that ac...
I sat on the porch with Leroy, watching him try to hit the dog with the watermelon seeds he was spitting. The guy is so much fun! He managed to get Rufus right between the eyes. He turned to me and grinned. "I would have hit that damn dog if that little bastard hadn't gotten in the way," he chuckled. "Can't you get the kids to play in the street or somethin...
In case you have not read any of my previous stories, let me bring you up to date. I am a white male in my early 40’s living in the largest city in the southeast United States, Hotlanta. I work for the Postal Service as a letter carrier and the majority of my co-workers are African-American. This is great for me because I love African-American women. Through...
The first time I saw ( my future girlfriend ) Lynne Sinclair, she frigging pissed me off. I was twenty two, working an overnight Security gig at the national Telephone Company in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. The midnight to eight shift sucks ass, man. Seriously. As the newest guy on a Security team of twelve, I was stuck doing it. Add to that the...
She was the laughing girl. The pretty chocolate skinned one with the big bright smile and polite eyes. Always a positive thing to say and a comforting shoulder or hand at the ready. She was intelligent, engaging, and dependable. The friend you could count on and the daughter who was the apple of her parent's eye. At twenty-six years of age she had her Bache...
Moving up in the company got the wife and I invited to more parties. One such party was at a client's home in the country. We arrived at five o'clock on Friday afternoon bag and baggage. We had never been invited any where for a weekend before so we packed just about everything we thought we would need. At the door the butler announced Mr. Tom Young and Mrs....