Middle School 8th Grade Dance

Mallory and Jocelynn photographed by either Cully or Desiree, using the Nikon D7K. ISO was cranked so images are little noisy if you pixel peep. But parents did a great job on this capture. My watermark is on them because I post processed and applied minor edits like crops and an occasional exposure adjustment. Otherwise, images appear here as captured.
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My Son-In-Law, Cully, and my daughter, Desiree, are raising three girls and they empower their three girls to be confident, independent thinkers, and to be proud of their bodies. They do not feel that they should make their girls hide their bodies under layers of clothing so that ill-bred boys will not be distracted from their schoolwork.

Now, at 13, Mallory is all dressed up to attend her 8th-grade dance and I see the confident, girl she has grown into. She does not censor herself, she speaks her mind and has a definite style of her own.  Mallory’s biggest influence is her mother whom she looks up to and whose advice she takes on things like hair styles, make-up, and clothing.  Here are some pictures her parents took of her and her cousin Jocelynn kicking it as they prepare for the dance.

Mallory, you are beautiful inside and out and when you ever doubt yourself, remember this: you come from a long line of strong, independent women, (mom, nana, momo, memaw, all your aunts, grandmothers and great-grandmothers you don’t get to see often), whose perfection lies precisely in their imperfections. We may not always dot our “I’s” or cross our “T’s” at the right time or in the right places, and our commas might be all over the place, but we never let that stop us.



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Always do whatever you do with great style, trust me, no one will remember your mistakes when you can pull off the look baby! That goes for many things in life. Mistakes are our best teachers if we learn from them and do not let them stop us!

Bloopers, photo bombed by siblings, aunts, and cousins!

Lucky to have each other!

Mallory always remember you are enough!

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A poem I wrote to myself once when I thought I might doubt myself:-)

Written by Marylia Feazel, 4 a.m. April 16, 2002, Nassau Bahamas 


I am enough, I have enough, I do enough!

What does enough mean to me? IT means I have arrived at a place of fullness. I am no longer empty. I am no longer needy. More would simply be more. Enough means I am complete … I can move on.  I have, I do, I am enough! 

Enough means not to worry the source of my fullness cannot be depleted – there will always be enough for me. 

Enough means I cannot be bullied because I am not needy. I can say – ENOUGH!!

Enough means I will not accept more – I am finished with this – I am moving on! 

Enough means I am happy in this moment and content with where I’ve been, and where I’m going, who I am and who I am becoming.

 Enough means It’s okay. I can stop! I can relax! I can play. I can be who I actually am. I can love all the pieces of me because just as I am, I am enough!

 I am enough

I have enough

I do enough!

Now it’s off to the Dance!

Middle School!
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It was only yesterday . . .
Mallory and Ella 2011

Mallory and Ella, Summer of 2011, Night time at Clearwater Beach Pier

It seems just the other day the girls were visiting me during their summer break from school. They spent two weeks with me before going off with their MoMo and Popo to North Carolina and then on to New Jersey to see their father. It is always a priority with me to embed myself into my granddaughters’ memories. I often wish I had more memories of time spent with my grandparents. I only had one grandparent I was close to growing up, that was my grandfather Esteban. His, are the only good memories of my early childhood life that I still carry with me. When my granddaughters think of me, I want them to remember me as more than just a distant relative who visited them once and awhile, or as someone in some vintage photograph. I want them to remember lots of love, fun and good times. That is why on their visits with me, I always fill their days with as much memory making activities as I can come up with. When they were younger, I planned lots of excursions to theme parks, or park crawls, beachside nighttime picnics, shopping trips, and other wonders.

Louisa Capetillo was a Bad Ass woman of history. She was a writer, a labor leader, and an activist for women’s rights. She was Puerto Rican but had ties to Ybor City where she wrote one of her many books. She was notorious for the times she lived in (born 10/28/1879 died 10/10/1922) for her eccentric lifestyle, personal choice to not marry the father of her two children both born out of wedlock, and she was once arrested for wearing pants in public. At the time (the early 1900’s) this behavior was unheard of for women and considered extremely unladylike. She is credited as being the first women to wear pants in public. There is the mural at Macfarlane park that included her image. On one of our park crawls, I was explaining all this to my granddaughters, then 7 and 4 year-olds assuming they were not interested and wouldn’t retain it. I was surprised when several days later, on our late night picnic to Clearwater beach, Mallory used Luisa to present her case as to why I should let her wear a tiny bikini to the beach. I made a blog post on my old blogspot blog about this.

One thought on “Middle School 8th Grade Dance”

  1. My Friend,I so love how you express your thougts in pics,words, and art…How can we make this into a living? We hav eso much talent in our family…I want to buy a giant building and just CREATE!!! Love you…I will truly miss ya’ll at the Mother’s Day gala event in St Augustine…Please,can we do it again when i get back?

    Sent from my Galaxy Tab® S2

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