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Steve Jobs, the man synonymously linked with Apple Computers, passed away today. It was a bit odd, really, the moment that I saw it splash across the social media world. I had actually briefly visited Apple’s site only moments before they changed its homepage. It was literally only yesterday when Apple announced it’s upcoming new releases. And it was only a month or so since Steve Jobs said, “I have always said if there ever came a day when I could no longer meet my duties and expectations as Apple’s CEO, I would be the first to let you know. Unfortunately, that day has come.” It hurts my heart to know that at the age of 56 the world has lost a true visionary. Where would we all be had it not been for the introduction of the Apple II in 1977? The iPod and iTunes in the 2000s? The iPhone in 2007? The iPad in 2010? Continue reading “Simplifying the Complex, Thanks Steve Jobs” →

I’m in one of those moods. You know it, when you feel as though the glass is more than half empty. You look at the glass and it appears that there’s not enough liquid to quench anyone’s thirst. Maybe it’s the time of year, day, or week. Lately I’ve felt like such a loser. My wardrobe seems to have shrunken and so has my pocketbook.

My weight fluctuates dramatically throughout the year. It drives me crazy! I’m not one for rotating wardrobes and yet it seems as though I’ve forgotten about it when it comes to my wardrobe’s contents. Each morning I walk into my walk-in closet and consider which items fit my current frame. My mom has always emphasized the importance of covering one’s unmentionables, fat rolls. That’s increasingly harder to do since I purged most of my last ‘fat’ wardrobe. And with no money to buy any new items I must be creative. The thing is, I’m not even desirous of shopping. I think it has more to do with the lack of money.

The lack of money and the frustration in not knowing where to earn more will suck the love or desire out of anything. With a demanding full-time job and the stresses of finances I’m now reconsidering doing an administrative services venture. I’m not sure if I can or want to do it anymore.

I want scream, to cry, to disappear but I’m too tired for even that. I know I should just breathe, something that easy shouldn’t be so hard.

Eleven years ago today I became Mrs. LaToya Cotton. It’s interesting how things still affect you. I never thought I’d make it through the demise of my marriage but today I’m reminded of how happy I was on my wedding day or how happy I’d really wan

ted to be. One of my favorite aunt’s (whom I spent what I thought would be my last night as Ms. Davidson with) told me that I didn’t have to get married. She said that to me on the eve of my wedding! I was sick with a cold but was, at the tender age of 19, sure that I would make it work and that the cold was no omen. We would make it work. I’d like to say, oh, I wish I’d listened to her but I suppose one can’t really regret what only ultimately makes them the person they are. I loved Braxton. Yes, we were young but I could see myself being with him forever. At least, the forever that’s perceivable through the eyes of a 19 year old. Continue reading “I Do: What a Difference 11 Years Makes” →