A snapshot of right now: I’m here, lying on my bed, bruises under my armpits from using crutches (incorrectly?). Feet up, one in a big traction boot, listening to Britney Spears sing Toxic (song of the summer, doncha know). My son is making play-doh cats in the living room with his grandma. I’m wondering how… Read More Torn Ligaments and Anti-Depressants
Anyone who has owned a pet knows the stress of naming the animal properly. At least it stresses me out. Friends of mine have come up with a good solution to the pet-naming dilemma. They name all their dogs after family members, which I find charming and also pretty loaded. Is it awkward when their… Read More What’s in a Name?
My son thinks I pee out of my butt. I don’t. Unless you count that one time when I ate at Waffle House, but that’s disturbing and I’d like to move along. SO. Boychild is really confused about my parts, and I don’t blame him. Genitals are weird and confusing things. When I was young,… Read More Penises and . . . ?
Sorry for the delay. Hey- I love to laugh. Having a child was great for me in that I had many new things to laugh at and about. These days, I’ve had a hard time writing about funny things because the world is tumultuous and decidedly unfunny. Being sensitive to everything that’s happening- the Black… Read More Just WRITE
I’m fighting a case of “the sads.” Who wouldn’t be sad for the world? The president is a (fill in the awful blank), black folks keep getting murdered just for existing, and many folks can’t afford groceries or rent. Oh, and there’s STILL A PANDEMIC and PEOPLE ARE DYING. This is depressing sh!t, which is… Read More Pockets
“Skeert” is Southern-speak for “Scared.” We’re all feelin’ pretty skeert these days. … Read More Skeert!
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