Thee Silver Platter w/ Tali Payne

It’s Thanksgiving time and everyone is preparing to celebrate. Families are coming together and food is being prepared by the best—and the worst.   As a child I remember celebrating thanksgiving with so much joy in my heart and most importantly my stomach. I would wake up early in the morning to clean the house. I remember the first few hours of every Thanksgiving Day smelling like bleach and Pine Sol. The smell of fresh lemons, Apple Cider Vinegar and heavy cleaning supplies that picked fights with my asthma surrounded the air. Later on that day the sweet and strong smell of turkey, ham and baked beans as well as other food that made my mouth water, man was I ever so thankful! To fast forward to the nights of thanksgiving past, before I had to grow up and work black Fridays and the pilgrims’ night celebrated before they stole the Indian’s land. I would set up the table and take family pictures with my cousins and then prepare to give thanks. Not to the Indians, but to God. ...

My inspiration brought me in to this world and fully accepted the challenge to be my mother! Just like wedding vows read she is there and has given a promise to be here no matter my highs or my lows, my worries or my stubbornness.   C. R. Satterfield, a 45 year young mother of four, lives her life trying to change and help people in need. Satterfield is a California State University of Dominguez Hills graduate who has received her bachelor’s degree in business administration and an associate degree in human resources. She lives her life guiding her children and helping out her community. She has lent her home to those in need and is known by her family “coolest big cousin” they have. Satterfield is an encourager those who are in need her wisdom and is always willing to share with those who are open to listen. And that is what my idol does for me. She inspires me. She encourages me and makes me want to be so much more than what I really am. Satterfield is my mom, my...

To know me is to know and never guess that I am a creative soul. I love to decorate, write, and dance, in a lonely and bare room where I know that no one watching. As a young child, I have always love to do arts and anything associated with it from designing clothes to writing short stories and most definitely writing poetry. I have always been the kids to doodle in class and write poetry on the front of my notebook. I laugh now because I think of high school and how I passed every art class with an "A", but I had a hard time focusing in math. I guess art was and often time still is my get-away car in a wild world where I am completely miss understood. I remember learning how to stay out of the way of the adults in my family so that I would not get into trouble and still needing something to do. My mom has always allowed me to color and handle the delicate materials around the house unlike my cousins and brother. I guess it was because I was quiet, not bothering any...