Read more "We ride grief; we do not conquer it"
We ride grief in waves; we do not conquer it. It is wide and wild and ebbing, coming back to drench you when you think you have wiped your face dry of tears. If you know someone who is riding grief and you ask, “How are you?” They may just be answering for that day. Because tomorrow might just be all wet and the day after that, the sun again rises. Just stand in the water with them and wade. That is how we live.
The first and last time I almost punched a white woman, she had it coming. I was taking my final tour as a grad student through my university’s book store, when the store manager stopped in front of me. I was almost 25 and she was fairly middle aged, dressed in an appropriately old lady suit with a skirt. She proceeded to lose her mind. Maybe it was the backpack slung over my shoulder or the lack of makeup on my face. Either way, something foolish possessed this woman.
(Read the rest on my guest post at VerySmartBrothas.com)Read more "A Not-So-Short List of Rules on Interacting with Short Ninjas"
My grandma died this morning. She was the best square dancing, salmon croquette making, 7UP cake baking, silver Afroed beauty I ever knew. She lived a life that taught me to create adventure rather than waiting to happen upon it. Lennye was the flyest older woman I ever met, face beat to the gods on […]Read more "Goodbye Grandma, Gently into that Good Night"
While, admittedly, I love words and punctuation and grammar and verbiage and the craft of a beautiful sentence…I can’t base an entire blog on the mechanics of writing. I just don’t have that many florid things to say about comma placement. Let me wax poetic about better things, like puppies. When I thought of the […]Read more "About Reckless Acts of Punctuation"
Dipping my toe into the WordPress waters…hello, young world!Read more "it’s good to be here"