I am feeling my age, and thereby, and ergo feeling myself. I’m 40-3 in less than two weeks, and a Queen just hit her stride. Get ready, get ready, get ready! Let’s get it! #NorthKorea #GameRun #Distraction #PayAttention #ThisIsAboutToGetStupid #IsWeWinningYet #ThisDontSeemLikeAWinFam #WhatDoesPootieGotOnDonnie #ItsBig #WhitenessIsSnowflakeness I … Continue reading RUNITBACK FRIDAY-06/15/18
RUNITBACK FRIDAY-06/22/18
#Racism #Fascism #BorderControl #BabyWorkCamp #WhoMansIsThis #SophiesChoice #PayAttention #Resist #DontBeSilent #RachelMaddowCRIED #Holocaust #TheCostOfWhiteness #ThisIsNotRight #TheNarrativeIsBought #ItIsWorseThanThought #LatinxPeopleMatter #Flint #Water #Land #People Y’all. This is America. I wish I could come to ya’ll with the funny-sardonic observations this week, but when I saw children in cages, that sapped … Continue reading RUNITBACK FRIDAY-06/22/18
Bash-Free Zone Is This No Flex Zone
The closer I get to my Double Twenty birthday (read I’m almost 40), the more adamant I become about my space and the people in it. In the midst of the female empowerment and the ‘dismantling’ of toxic patriarchy, I see this low-humor as it … Continue reading Bash-Free Zone Is This No Flex Zone
Honor Our Men, Part II: The Otherside of The Fatherless Tribe
There is a reason I choose Maya Angelou as the identifying photo for this piece by Rebecca. There are more quote which have been used in this space, on this blog than any others. If anything, if anyone could say anything pertinent to the … Continue reading Honor Our Men, Part II: The Otherside of The Fatherless Tribe
I Still Call Him Nay-Nay
For Nathaniel Brian Jones (1980-2006). The dreamer, the schemer and the secret genius. May he find rest in the life after. I’m not anxious to get there, but grateful to see him again. This week marks the twelfth year since my closest cousin was murdered … Continue reading I Still Call Him Nay-Nay
06182018–Number 47
There is something that broke in me when I saw his chestnut brown face, black shirt, with a big square sticker on the front of it–with a 47 on it. I wondered if he could even read it. As a mother, I am horrified. As … Continue reading 06182018–Number 47
Father’s Day & The Fatherless Tribe
This summer marks the 20th summer I have had without my father. The pain doesn’t completely go away. Much like the oceans which swallow ships, bottles and soldiers, this grief ebbs, flows and crashes. There are days were the grief is but a cloud in a … Continue reading Father’s Day & The Fatherless Tribe
