Two Little Cookies I see you

As I stepped into the elevator, I noticed the cutest little boy holding a sandwich bag containing two cookies, and a one dollar bill. Smiling his way; I said to him, “you’re the man”. Wow! you have two cookies and a dollar bill…he shyly smiled up at me, then quickly glanced over to his brother. It was more than impossible not to notice such beautiful bright eyes. Turning forward; as the door opened on the 3rd floor, I suddenly had an epiphany. Those two little cookies, so neatly dressed in their brightly colored button down shirts, are here to visit with an absent parent. And the woman, who quietly stood in the corner of the elevator was apparently their foster mother.
What seemed like forever and a day, actually entailed only a few minutes. Just long enough to overhear a muffled greeting from a social worker, who whispered, she’s NOT here yet. My heart dropped standing in the elevator that day; watching my two little cookies walking out to take a seat. As the doors began to close, I felt compelled to get one last smile. Waving like a crazy lady, making silly goodbye faces, my two little cookies, slowly waved back.
Tears fell from my eyes and my throat began to close up. Empathy filled with sadness began to take over my daily work flow mindset. As the elevator finally reached the 4th floor, conflicted with emotions; I walked back to my desk, unable to understand why a parent would cause my two little cookies such pain. The vision of those sad little eyes, sparked inspiration in me with a poem and a prayer; “Dear God” I hope she didn’t lie.
~ Dakota Somerville~


two little cookies
two little boys
bright eyes
clean cloths
3rd floor doors open
foster mom smiles
social worker sighs
she’s not here yet
two little cookies
take a seat
energetic wave’s goodbye
praying that she didn’t lie

Photo credit: Kristin Caveleri Google
Author: Dakota Somerville

haiku via broken wing…

Bangarra Dance Theatre, Broken Wing, Jasmin Sheppard

Bangarra Dance Theatre, Broken Wing, Jasmin Sheppard from ‘of earth & sky’ 2010

When he said let’s talk

The storm began to crumble

Lifting my broken wing

#haiku #love #relationships

Photo credit: Solo Creative Google

Author: Dakota Somerville

8pm “A Love Story Untold”

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8pm the moon kissed the Ocean Blue

I gaze with imperfect memories only of you

Silent beats my HEART my MIND

Is it to much to ask

Just let me know how you are sometime

Never thought I would see the day


Would anger yet excite me this way


Riding it out to the “END”

8pm the moon kissed the Ocean Blue



I gaze with perfect memories only of “YOU”

Photo credit: Kenny Rogers (fb)

Author: Dakota Somerville



Relationship Truth: Just Because You’re F*ck Buddies, Doesn’t Mean You’re Friends

“If the only time I get along with you is when I’m inside of you, then we ain’t got no relationship.” ~Marlon Wayans This Saturday, I tuned into “It’s Not You, It’s Men,” hosted by Rev. Run an

Source: Relationship Truth: Just Because You’re F*ck Buddies, Doesn’t Mean You’re Friends

The Cougar Effect Unzipped

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An older woman dating younger men, as a rule of thumb, has forever been looked upon as reprehensible, to a certain degree. Pick up any magazine, flip a page, and unveil a story of how some older female celebrity, just acquired a new boy toy. Society however, loves to celebrate an older man in a relationship with a much younger woman. Blah, Blah, Blah, it’s the same old stereotypical cliché. Let’s take a look at living life as a so-called cougar, from a perspective of experience. Dating and relationships, nowadays, require a certain level of creativity, thinking outside of the box.
About ten years ago, I decided to let go of my prudish concept, of what I was told, a healthy dating life, and or relationship, should look like. At this point in the Single Mom’s game, I had to come to terms with the quality of time being spent, far outweighing, the amount of time spent. Once the blinders came off, I could clearly see, every man in my dating age demographic of 40-65 years old had a different story, agenda, as well as approach.
Laughter, the ultimate cure-all, said to be the best medicine, was the first endearing characteristic I found to be attractive in dating younger men. Every single one, I’ve ever gone out with had the ability to make me giggle, at some point during the date. Maybe that’s just the baby-girl in me, okay, call it what you want. It’s a proven scientific fact; laughter releases endorphins, thus making you feel good.
Eagerness, the enthusiasm to please, going above and beyond to be well-groomed, wanting and putting forth every effort, to gain your undivided attention. Whether you admit this or not, every woman desires a man who thinks she’s special, something like, being put up on a pedestal. I love the contagious energy, of dating a younger man. Yes, I’m a sucker for early morning sexting, compliments, candle lit dinners (cooked by him), motivating mood music, dancing in the living room, all of the above, defines exactly what a cougar enjoys.
Companionship, expressed with the intention of friendship, closeness and or, possibly a
relationship. Younger men, pursue older women, for what they believe to be a more pleasurable, advanced, freaky, yet, a consensual sexual experience. Cougar’s, are not always, predator’s roaming the earth looking for her prey, either! I’ve had many intelligent conversations, with younger men who willing admit, they choose to date women, 10, 15, 20 years their senior, specifically to enjoy her level of intelligence, she shares. The older woman-younger man relationship, has many variables, only the adventurous, and brave souls get to experience, this dynamic union.
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Dating 101
  • Most women prefer not to be categorized as a “Cougar”. I consider myself to be a single, intelligent woman, who knows what type of man she’s compatible with. Of course, every relationship has a down side, problems, along with day-to-day challenges. Realistically, why would this be any different? I’m often reminded of those descriptive throwback 70’s song lyrics, by Bill Withers, “Use Me” Quote: I want to spread the news, that if it feels this good getting used, Just keep on using me, till you use me up” While society snaps its ugly teeth, at such a relationship, ultimately, “age ain’t nothing but a number”.
    Author: Dakota Somerville
    Photo Credit: Poolside Dakota Somerville – Google Images
    Published: Werk Chic Magazine – 2016