Black Moms Be Like Vine Novels & Stories

"I stumbled over a few words." "You were perfect anyway." We went to the green room. I sat down. Elena handed me water. My phone started buzzing. Text messages. Emails. T*****r notifications. I opened T*****r. The summit's official account had already posted a clip. “Dr. Lena Blackwood speaking about postpartum amnesia, motherhood, and survival. Must watch.” The video had been up for ten minutes and already had fifty thousand views. I scrolled through the comments. Women sharing their own stories. Thanking me for being honest. Saying they felt less alone.

I muttered, “you didn’t know what a hair wrap was.” “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll explain. Vine is just another social media sharing service, this one for short three-to-seven second videos. People use it to post pranks, music, journalism crap, comedy, political stuff and shit like that. My profile is strictly comedy skits. Actually, it’s not just my page. My sister, Caroline, and I share it. She learned a bunch of neat editing tricks in college and taught me some, so a year ago when I got started in it, I asked her for a little help, and…” He rolled his eyes. “You know sisters. She butted her way in until we were splitting the page, fifty-fifty.”

"Must be someone important if he's making a public announcement." "Or someone embarrassing he's trying to legitimize." I scanned the crowd, and my eyes found them one by one. Vincent's mother sat at a table near the front, her white hair perfectly styled, her posture regal despite her age. Vivienne Blackwood, the matriarch who'd supposedly never forgiven Vincent for marrying my mother. She sat frozen. She was staring at me like she'd seen a ghost. Her face had gone completely pale, her hands gripping the edge of the table so hard her knuckles were white. Her mouth was slightly open, shock written across every line of her face.

}} << yes she is so trust me when I say she’d understand and probably even be able to help you find a way to convince your people to come out of hiding and rejoin society and even combine our packs, shall we give her a call? She nodded and I got my phone out and decided to video call rather than voice call so my mom can see the beauty I was graced with. (( hey kiddo, what’s up? Did you have any luck with the mate hunt? )) << mom, I’d like you to meet Raven >> Raven scooted closer to me and peered onto the screen and my mom froze which made both of smiles falter << mom? >> (( Molina )) I felt Raven stiffen {{ y-you know my mother? }} (( so she had a daughter after all huh wow, it’s so nice to

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Black people are heartbreakers. Me: how do you know? You talk like you've experienced heart break from one of them Her face changed Mom: what are saying? I experienced what? Rubbish, I'm not speaking out of experience and I thank God I didn't experience anything like that. But I know people who have and it was terrible. Don't you think you should avoid that? Me: is it the female black people that broke those people's hearts or it's the male She didn't answer I sighed and took my juice and walked to her

Coming out of the shower, Vincent was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. He yawned. "I'm going to go sleep with Mommy." Just as he finished speaking, he found himself being scooped right off of his feet. "Bad daddy, what are you doing!" Vincent was genuinely mad! Ambrose was most definitely going through menopause and needed some health supplements to calm him down! "Do you want to protect your mommy?" Ambrose's asked in a low voice.

But upset her in any way and you’re up shit creek without a paddle. As I’ve mentioned my mum is a picture of elegance when she dresses, and usually, she sticks to more natural tones – maroon being her favourite. But anyone who knows my mum knows that when she wants to interrogate or intimidate someone she pulls out all-black attire. So Vitali telling me my mum is in the Alpha suite all in black with my animai who she recently sucker punched has sirens in my head screaming ‘mayday.’ “Babe, just how fucked am I right now?” Comes Marcus’ voice in my mind.

Would I end up embarrassing myself? "Tell me about your mom," I said, turning to Vincent. "What should I expect?" Vincent's expression softened, a fond smile playing on his lips. "Mom's... well, she's a force of nature. Tough as nails on the outside, but with a heart of gold. She raised me and my siblings on her own after my dad passed away, and she did a damn good job of it if I do say so myself," The look in his eyes was one of affection and respect.

Looks at me. "You're braver than I am," she says quietly. "No, I'm not. I learned from you." She smiles. A real smile. The first one I've seen in days. "Thank you, Davison. For standing up for me." "Always, Mom. Always." By that night, the video has over two million views. News anchors are discussing it. Social media is exploding with support for Mom. People are calling out Victoria. Demanding she apologize. Saying she went too far.