Quote from Mary Tyler Moore

Quote from Mary Tyler Moore
Written by Philessa Hooks Jenkins
AKA Lady PJ
10/28/2014
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     I thought I would share a quote with you that a friend gave to me.

                    "Pain nourishes courage, you can't be brave if you've only had 
                                         wonderful things happen to you." 
                                                   Mary Tyler Moore

     I encourage you to think of this quote the next time you're in pain and remember to be brave.  I know how difficult that can be but what choice do you really have?  I've asked myself that question many times; since I've been living with fibromyalgia.  I too tell myself to be brave and quite often mind you because I live in a constant state of pain.  I manage my pain by finding different ways to enjoy life and I try to laugh often.  I encourage you to do the same.  Much love to you all, as always I'm Lady PJ.

P.S.  Be Brave!

Silent Streets...

Silent Streets…

Written by Lady PJ aka Philessa Hooks Jenkins

10/16/2014 10:22:03 AM

Copyright 2014

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By Emerson Dukes All Rights Reserved

     I believe that something’s are almost impossible to put to words, and the loss of a child is one of those things.  Our community is still reeling over the loss of 8 year old Hiawayi Robinson; the little girl that didn't have the opportunity to make it to her ninth birthday party. 

     We (this community) look at her pictures and we see our child smiling back at us; our little girl with attitude, charm, innocence, and beauty.

      Now we’re all looking for answers from the Prichard Police Department and they in turn are silent.  It’s as if the case has gone cold before it even got started.  Why aren't the streets talking?  It talks any other time!  Why now is it silent? 

     Case in point; why did Hiawayi leave her home to go to a cousin’s house to get money from her Dad?  Why didn't he (her Dad) go take the money to her; where she was -at the time?  She was an eight year old child!  Plus, who was she going to the store with and who gave her the four dollars?  Did the Cops secure the money from the till just-in-case the ones were still in the store; a valuable piece of evidence may I add (if they did their job). 

     What I’d really like to know; “Is the father a suspect in this case?”  In light of recent events with these Father’s (Donald C. Spirit and Timothy Roy Jones Jr.) killing their children; I’d say it wouldn't be far-fetched to label him one; a suspect.  Who else knew she wanted to go to the store and get some candy?  Hum! Was there an insurance policy on Hiawayi and who benefits; sometimes it’s easier just to follow the money?

      I saw on the news where the Police department raided his (her father) home and the home of his current girlfriend but was it enough?  I’ll tell you what!  I don’t believe in this drug deal gone wrong theory.  No drug dealer is going to purposefully bring that much heat and attention to their activities by killing an eight year old child. 

     But wait!  Is it just me or has the Mother been acting sort of odd?  I don’t recall one time during any of her interviews or time on camera that she actually asked for the killer to be caught or asked for justice for her child.

     I’m just saying and if I’m wrong can someone please correct me.  I just feel like I want to see some anger from her.  Her child was murdered and most of the time I see her on the news smiling.  I would be screaming for justice on the rooftop of my house for my child and nobody would be able to shut me up.  How can she obtain such joy and peace inside after such a tragedy?

     There are answers out there people but I believe the cops need to do a better job to find them.  I also believe that some of you can probably help; awaken these silent streets!  We need justice for Hiawayi.

     This is your girl, Lady PJ, much love and peace.

Who are you?

Who Are you?
written by Lady PJ
aka Philessa Hooks Jenkins
All Rights Reserved 2014
9/14/2014

    I want to talk about love; more specifically "the love of self."  It's essential that you know how important it is to love but there's no love more important than the love of self.  It's like water to the earth for without this simple element one will eventually wither and die inside just like a flower without water.
     How then do you love yourself?  Such a simple question.  I'd love to say to you that this answer is simple but the answer can be very complex if you don't know what love is.  Love is patients, it's kindness, it's compassion, it's accepting, and it's understanding.  Love has no hangups, no exceptions, no limits, no rules, and no regulations.  It needs not words, nor guidance.  It just needs to be!  I am love.  Who are you?
     Learn to love yourself today by being patient, accepting, understanding, and showing kindness and compassion; without limits, hangups, rules, regulations, or exceptions.  Love you for who you are, the way you are, right now at this very moment.  You need no words nor any guidance, just be!
     I'm Lady PJ.  Much love to you all and have a blessed day.

Another Funeral by Lady PJ

Another Funeral

Written by Philessa Hooks Jenkins

Aka Lady PJ

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Monday, June 16, 2014

     I had another funeral to go to this weekend.  It feels, to me, like I’m going to a funeral every year and it’s always someone that’s lived seventy years or more; this time it was my Great Aunt Willie Mae.  I recall just a few months ago sitting on the porch with her at her home in Marion Junction Alabama watching the birds as they flew by.  She was naming the birds for me and I sat there amazed at the fact that we both enjoyed just sitting there watching the birds fly by.  It was such a calm and peaceful moment for me.  I’m glad we shared that moment.  It’s a very nice memory.

     My Mom and I drove up there to put flowers on my Grandmother’s grave for her birthday and now, some three months later, we’re saying goodbye to Aunt Willie Mae.  The craziest thing is my Grandmother passed away two years to the day we buried my Aunt, June 14. 

     I don’t think it got real to me until they lowered her casket in the ground, that’s really the time when it hit me… her ending is final.  She was the last link to my Grandfather’s hometown and the last link to my Grandmother because they were such good friends; now if I go back there it would be to visit graves.  How sad is that?

     I sat in the church for about fifteen minutes or more and the lives of my loved ones flashed right in front of me; the times I shared with my Great Grandmother before she passed and her burial at the Moore family cemetery, the times we drove up there when I was a child to visit the house on the hill where my Uncle Berry and Aunt Willie Mae lived, and the times I sat in church after church saying goodbye to someone I loved one last time.  It made me realize how fleeting life really is and that eventually someone will one day say their goodbye’s to me.  Hopefully that’s a really long time from now.  I’m just saying!  Much love to you all, Lady PJ.

My KeeKee is a college Graduate!

My KeeKee is a college Graduate!

Written by Philessa Hooks Jenkins

Aka Lady PJ

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

     I went to Morrow Georgia last week to see my step-daughter (I call her KeeKee) graduate from Clayton State University.  It stormed on the way there mind you; I had a very rough drive but I was determined to get there.  I remember thinking, “it would rain… and I hope this isn’t a hurricane.” Just my thought process going “to the left” again; but then again I live in the South and hurricanes are a possibility.

     Of course, I wouldn’t have missed that day, her day, for anything in the world.  I can’t tell you how amazing it felt to see this child that I helped to raise walk across the stage.  She was all smiles, dressed in her graduation gear; blue with a bit of an artistic flare (black and white stripes) on the cap.  I took plenty of pictures.  The whole family did the graduation cheers, screams, and waves.  As I sat there in my chair her whole life flashed before me; I remember seeing her as a baby, then the first day of school, and the day I had to give her that last spanking.  Yes, I remembered that!  What can I say, “It was a sentimental moment.”

     I shed a few tears, of course I didn’t let anybody see it but it was a teary moment none-the-less.  It was like seeing her go off to school (Elementary School) for the first time.  I felt so proud of her.  She did it!  She graduated college and I got to see that accomplishment; her accomplishment.  My mind is now thinking of the next big challenge; a new job, marriage, maybe kids.

     I took a deep breath of relief, okay… maybe a few deep breaths!  My child is an amazing woman with a good head on her shoulder; which means that I can stop worrying about her… so much.  She has a direction she’s going and she has goals that she set for herself.  She’s already knocked down one wall so why not sledgehammer the next?  

     I can only hope that I gave her a solid foundation to build her life from because that’s important.  I hope and pray that I taught her to be wise and patient, loving and compassionate, strong and determined yet yielding when the time comes.  Most importantly, I hope she knows how much I love and adore her.   Enough muss for a day already; love you all!

Lady PJ