It’s almost been two weeks since I tested positive for Covid-19. My health has significantly improved. I’m no longer having muscle weakness, pain, or extreme fatigue. I have lingering and persistent chest congestion, and a mild, dryish cough to match. I’ve got a sinus headache that will appear randomly […]
After having Covid-19: My thoughts and notes for the historical record. Read More »
Today is the third day I woke up feeling like the bumps in the road on the I-430 bridge. This started as a scratchy throat and then felt like a massive sinus infection. Painful, but totally manageable. Oh, this is Covid-19, I thought to myself as I wondered what
My experience with a “mild” form of Covid-19: Day 7 Read More »
Not taking some time out to focus on just being a Mom. I’ve been working since the day my little one was born. I’ve never taken a break to just enjoy being around her. Get into a rhythm of being a Mom. I’m more scatterbrained than ever. And a
Eight mistakes I made balancing my role as a mom and an author Read More »
Rock Music I haven’t paid attention to the modern Rock scene. I have no idea who is famous these days and if artists are even putting out new rock music—good rock music. I kind of feel like pop and hip hop dominate the music scene. When I was a
7 Stereotypical Non-Black things I’m not afraid (anymore) to admit that I love. Read More »
Some of my earliest hair-related memories involve my mom washing my curls in the kitchen sink while I lay on my back on the counter. Water sloshed down my back and splashed my face. I remember the heat of the blow dryer and the burn of the hot comb
Hair Story: A Quest to Minimize My Blackness Read More »
I’ve been blogging for more than 10 years. If you’d like to count my free open diary days, it’s been about 15 years. When I started, blogging was a way to relay my day-to-day experiences, and feel like I had someone to talk to. I hoped the world was
I have a confession to make: When I was in high school and college, I tried erasing as much of my blackness as possible to “fit in.” Let me start at the beginning. I was acutely aware of race as a young child. I can’t say that it had
The Unintended Consequences of Assimilating as a Black Girl in America Read More »
Our lives are easily lost in the hum-drum shuffle of everyday life. The most casualties occur, not in actual death, but when we march along mindlessly, unhappily, making ends meet and tying up loose ends; finishing this, and finishing that and just trying to make it to the weekend.
I Hope You Dance– Inspiration from my Grandmother Read More »
In life, I have been meandering. I make decisions, yet I’m still not sure how everything is going to work out. The day to day struggles seem pointless in the long run. So I am going to take very concrete action and come up with a plan. Okay, a
Five Year Plan (my goals) Read More »
Two things: #1. Sometimes I wonder if I wrote every day, would I be so tightly wound up? Would I be a control freak? #2. I’m sitting in my room, on the floor, eating a brownie with my fingers out of a bowl, with the lights off. It’s twilight.
Stressing out and a Prose Poem Read More »
