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Diane DeVaughn Stokes

Live, Love, Laugh!

By Diane DeVaughn Stokes

Live, Love, Laugh!

Everyone loves my mom, especially me. You see she is absolutely the silliest person I know, making any normal situation crazy with her way out sense of humor. When I was in high school, all my friends wanted to hang out at my house because I had the coolest mom. Nothing has changed. She is [...]

Genetically Speaking

By Diane DeVaughn Stokes

Genetically Speaking

As far back as I can remember, I always loved to write, from making homemade Mother’s Day cards that my mom adored, to writing poems and limericks. I knew I was destined to work for Hallmark someday or at the least write for a living. My family, however, was sure I would be an actress [...]

Blue Mold

By Diane DeVaughn Stokes

Blue Mold

So, I signed up for a course at Horry Georgetown Technical College where I shared the experience with twelve other lost souls, some even more lost in space than me, which sadly, made me feel good. Fast forward ten years, when I was finally feeling confident in my basic computer skills. Chuck decided we need [...]

Black Obsession

By Diane DeVaughn Stokes

Black Obsession

Black. That’s what I predominately see when I look into my closet. I swear that I will not bring home another piece of black clothing, but somehow, like trying to give up carbs, I weaken in a skinny minute and the black hole continues to grow. What happened to my early days of Safari and [...]

Cheers and Tears

By Diane DeVaughn Stokes

It was hot, very hot, but nothing would have pulled us away from the sight unfolding before our eyes. This was a gift, one of those magical moments in time that everyone would love to witness, but never have a chance to see. We were in Aruba on vacation a few years ago and, just [...]

Wardrobe Malfunctions

By Diane DeVaughn Stokes

Wardrobe Malfunctions

I love dressing up but it’s not the kind of dressing up that you might think. I’m not into the fancy, long, name-brand dresses, panty-hose (yuck) and high-heeled pumps with fancy poofed-up hair looking like Barbie gone mad. I prefer costumes that, once put upon my body, completely turn me into someone else. Yes, friends, [...]

A Moving Experience

By Diane DeVaughn Stokes

A Moving Experience

I was thirteen years old when the world around me seemed to crumble. My Dad had been transferred from Newark, New Jersey, where we were all born and had lived all of our lives, to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. How could I ever live without my grandparents who helped to raise me, without my friends and all [...]

Two Whole Sisters

By Diane DeVaughn Stokes

When it comes to sisters, I have the world’s greatest. And I didn’t come by them as easy as others do. Maybe that’s why I appreciate them more. You see, I was twelve when the first one was born. I had been praying for a sister since I was about five-years old, because my best [...]

Busy Signal

By Diane DeVaughn Stokes

Busy Signal

Our marriage was perfect. Twenty-four years of wedded bliss until Saturday, September 6, forevermore to be known as “Black Saturday.” Dropping me off at The Market Common to emcee the Beach, Boogie and Barbeque Festival, my husband headed south to Georgetown to purchase the iPhone. He had researched it for months and salivated, just like [...]

Bra Burning Santa

By Diane DeVaughn Stokes

Who would have thought that Thanksgiving, 1971, would lead me into an adventure that would give me the title of “The Country’s First Female Santa Claus,” with national publicity to boot! Headlines from major newspapers read “Santa Girl,” “Santa by Day, Beauty Queen by Night” and the one I hated most, “Bra Burning Santa!” As [...]

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