the Life and Times of Miss Madison

 Long ago, I used to watch Kenneth Copeland on TBN with my mother and sister. I was the last of us females who had grown spiritually and moved into the Charismatic. I had lived a worldly life as a Christian and let my one and only friend influence me to the point that I listened to music that most Christians don't approve of and enjoyed watching movies or tv shows a Christian shouldn't watched. My mother saw this and prayed for me. She prayed for the whole family and decided we all needed to change. She asked to start with her. My mother had some very influential charismatic friends who introduced her to Christian leaders of faith; Kenneth Copeland, Marilyn Hickey and Charles Capp to name a few. She went to AGLOW Meetings and my sister soon went with her but I still remained worldly. God changed all that. It was after 1995 when I moved to Washington (at least I thought I did) that I was away from all that. I had no friends and my aunt whom I stayed with pretty much wanted her t...

 Over three years ago, just after the death of my mother, my sister and I found ourselves in need of a job. I couldn't work when we had to take care of our mother, but now I could. However, my circumstances threw me a curve ball: how could I become a teacher without my credentials? Years of wasted education all so I could escape my father's abuse. It wasn't a total waste because without it, I would have never become a substitute teacher. I finally passed the CBEST and with a little help from a friend, I got my permit. But subbing is not a regular job. Some days they call for a half day which means half pay and some days they don't call. Subbing isn't like a teacher with credential. A credentialed teacher has one class all year long, but the students respects them more than the sub does. How anyone can love subbing is beyond me. They must have patience and the ability to maintain a class. I don't. I used to enjoy it. There used to be favorable assignments, but in...

  When I was a young woman, I thought about my life. I needed to decide what I wanted to do with my life.  I have lived in the city all my life (although not a big city like Los Angeles). I remember swinging on a swing at a school and it came to me that I liked children yet I didn't think teaching was in my dna. I'm not a leader. I'm a follower so I set my course to get the education I needed to become a teacher's assistant. However after I completed a 3 unit course called Child Care Aide, I learned I needed 12 ECE units. I had to go to a junior college and get my AA. One thing lead to another. To make it short, all doors to that position had closed and I had no other recourse, but to aim higher and that's when trouble began. I had returned home from trying to find a teaching aide job in Washington State. I stared out applying for admission at a couple of colleges (one a university and one a college), but problems surfaced. Fresno State University kept asking for my...

Over 8 years ago, my father passed away. It was a sweet release. but there was some aspect of him that we missed. The three of us had to adjust and call upon people who could help us. We haven't gone to Glad Tidings Church yet but after we did,  some of the staff and members of church helped us for awhile. My sister and I still had a mother and some security. We still believe  our dreams could come true. My sister and I were foolish, even our mother. We didn't convince her to have a life insurance plan because we all believed we would live until Jesus comes. We didn't even seek a POA for our mother because our minds were still wrapped in our father's death. Soon after he died, we noticed a change in mom. It wasn't too significant and we thought it was normal. Mom had been forgetting. We sent her to the store and she comes back with the wrong item and or she forgot something. Later, we noticed that cookies were missing. My sister and  I don't eat them much so we ...

Why can't people see where I am coming from? It is because they have never been in our shoes. It is hard to have another perspective. Mom has been there for us while my father was alive. She has always been on our side. So why can't I give back? It is because unlike many, I never had wings to fly. Growing up, my father didn't raise us the way he should? While my classmates  got cars, we still had bicycles. It wasn't that se were poor. My father had a good job. It was the consequences of his decision that made us poor. He quit his job and started working for the IRS. This job didn't last long and soon ended up being a  fuller brush man. Many people never saw the side of him that we saw. My own relatives wouldn't believe me. He didn't physically abuse us. he  just decided that after we graduated from high school. we were on our own.  We still had no car. My sister tried to get her license. My father was a terrible teacher and scared her both to stop trying...

No, I don't have Alzheimer, my mother does.  Although for a long time I didn't know this. I believe the disease was there when my father was alive but the disease had lain dormant. Why? I don't know, but the disease triggered in her brain soon after his death. Just recently, my sister told me it began shortly after she stopped going to the senior nutrition center All my life, I had this picture of healthy parents. I thought God would make sure none of my parents would  ever have Cancer or Alzheimer. I thought it would never happen to us! I'm sure many people thought that, but our (My sister and my  situation sis different. If you disagree feel free to comment below) My sister and I have never had a chance to leave home. I think that  it is because I had a mindset that kept me hostage. My sister had her reasons. My father made her an underpaid housekeeper and I went off to  college,  and going to find work where ever I can only to end up back home. After...