Quotes from five of the essays and speeches by Martin Luther King, Jr. that speak to 2021. … More Martin Luther King, Jr.
It was the first Sunday in September. … More Fly Free, Butterfly
Thanksgiving. Let’s see. Eat way too much, expect that every word out of your mouth is going to be judged by the fam you only see a few times a year, and pretend nonetheless that you are actually normal and truly belong. Oh, wait, maybe that’s just me. Good thing I’m a writer. Good thing … More My Favorite Thanksgiving Disaster Scenes
I came late to learning about the whole #NotOkay movement on Twitter and only because I read Chuck Wendig’s blog post “Not All Locker Rooms, But Yes, Some Locker Rooms.” He links to the article about women tweeting their first sexual assaults and warns that reading it could be triggery. Yes, it was triggery. And while I could dwell on … More The #NotOkay Movement Got Me Thinking About This Woman I Knew. Wondering If She’s Okay.
or, by the end of last week, it felt like the world was Josie and I was Melody: I have not collected my thoughts sufficiently and have nothing coherent to write. Instead, I’ll include a quote from a book I started re-reading in the wake of the shootings across the country last week: Ta-Nehisi Coates‘ Between the World and Me. … More Puppies Die
or, I Knew There Was a Reason I Didn’t Want to Turn On My Phone on Sunday Like Carrie Bradshaw, I can’t handle hard news before Noon. 1:15 p.m. was a late check-in, though, even for me. Sunday morning I woke up with a wicked headache. As I waited for the Excedrin to kick in, I started … More Remembering. Regret. Rage.
My co-worker, the same co-worker who announced Michael Jackson’s death to me, came running down the hall and screeched to a stop when she saw me. “Prince died!” That’s what she said, but what I heard was “Prints died.” Her print job died? A stretch, I know. I frowned. “Huh?” “Prince died. Prince, the musician … More A Mental Episode May Have Been Involved in My Reaction to Prince’s Death
That’s what my therapist called it. The end of that life where your mother is living independently in her own dwelling with her own things. The end of ever again being able to go crash at Mom’s apartment on a Friday night in November when my furnace is shut off for repair, sitting on her couch … More The Long Goodbye