300 Sandwiches?! Heck, NO…But Maybe 3?

If you didn’t hear about the hullabaloo over a New York Post reporter’s article about making her boyfriend 300 different sandwiches to snare an engagement ring, then you may want to catch up. I took the story as a tongue-in-cheek extension of a joke. Others furiously hailed it as a win for sexist cavemen everywhere. Inasmuch asContinue reading “300 Sandwiches?! Heck, NO…But Maybe 3?”

Poets Changing Lives One Rhyme at a Time

Fifteen years ago, Keith Rodgers held a get together in the living room of his Tallahassee, FL apartment. People sat on the sectional couch under dim lighting, hunched knees-to-chin on the staircase, or stood behind the kitchen counter and waited. Finally, Keith stood up the in middle of the living room with his back toContinue reading “Poets Changing Lives One Rhyme at a Time”

All Because Two People Went to FSU (and then fell in love)

Four years ago today I married the first black scientist I ever met. Lucky for me, he digs English majors. Go Noles. Go us. Happy anniversary to my black alchemist! Why Did I Get Married (In the Key of Tyler Perry) I married you for the day you came home: “My boss told me theyContinue reading “All Because Two People Went to FSU (and then fell in love)”

Chicks Stay Tripping (Or, Why I Need Him)

http://youtu.be/6l3F-YoznEg?t=3s I am a clumsy and accident-prone chick. Ordained before time immemorial. What toddler you know breaks her leg learning how to walk? My mother photographed me, knock-kneed, standing next to an ottoman with a purple cast binding my leg. I am reminded of this when I wonder why I walk into walls. It onlyContinue reading “Chicks Stay Tripping (Or, Why I Need Him)”