“You didn’t get me no ice cream,” Tina Marie said.
Not loud.
Not angry.
Just… decided.
Rusty in the back—
“Tina… Tina…”
I could’ve let it pass.
Alley talk.
But something in it—
the way she said it—
like there was no other outcome.
No mistake. No room left.
For a second, everything felt fine.
Almost like it could be.
Then the weight showed—
slow, quiet—
pressing in.
Quiet like that—
before all hell breaks loose.
Born Blessed in South Korea in 1969 and raised in Baltimore, I’ve built a career with 20 years in customer service and 10 years in behavioral health. The crowning jewel of my studies came when I earned the only passing grade of an A from a Harvard professor — a true master of the craft of Shakespeare
And the English language, whose guidance opened the gateway to worlds of imagination, discipline, and wonder.
Married for 25 years, I share the good life with two dogs (Isabella and Juliet) and one cat named Maddie. In my free time, I enjoy writing, biking, gospel music, and spending time with my pastor and friends.
