Growing Up in The Blackness
Growing up in The Blackness.
Memories
A Magical Time of Women Working Together – MPDC
For a while, the stars aligned and magic issued from the mostly Black female staff of Madison Park Development Corporation […]
Solid as a Rock – My Brother
A tribute to a brother who is solid as a rock.
Celebrating Norma Jean – 85
In 2011, I wrote a post titled, Don’t Change: An Impossible Request of Family. It seems like it was just […]
Edith/Jassy – decades apart yet the same conclusion – R.I.P
The recent murder of Jassy Correia who was murdered after leaving a club in Boston brought the following essay I […]
Envy or Not – I say not
Envy or not. I say not. This past Christmas, my husband and I traveled to Atlanta and Charlotte. We had […]
The Orange Pantsuit a tale of mentorship
Like many young adults, I was enthusiastic, energetic, and naive. So I went to my new job at the local […]
What happened to food aromas?
I was standing in front of the bakery in Roche Brothers downtown. The pistachio donut looked really tempting. What the […]
The Hustle – Gypsy vs Uber
Uber, smuber. The idea of having private cars provide taxi service is not new. Uber and other similar companies, have […]
Can I poet with you – W.H. Auden
Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden was made famous by the movie Four Weddings and a Funeral, when one of the […]
May I poet with you – Al Young
Following is a favorite poem from “back in the day” that still touches me, thrills me reading it now. the […]
Easter Memories – Thank you, Mom
My mother is central to my Easter memories. She made Easter (and every other holiday) special in my life. I […]
Forgiveness – 1
I try to forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you for not choosing me – as girlfriend/woman/wife, as […]
Ending, concluding, summing up
I’ve noticed that in fiction, especially short stories, stories often stop rather than conclude. While recently reading a couple of […]
Whose turn is it to wash the dishes?
I don’t have to hunt through the trash to find the forks. I’m not a referee for “whose turn is […]
Unforgettable except by me sometimes
I apologize. Profusely. You’re not forgettable. I, more often than not, forget. I can’t remember your name. I do remember […]
Thank you on Mother’s Day – a message to my ...
On Mother’s Day I must say thank you: Thank you to my daughter, my first born, who made me a […]
Every place has a story
Every place has a story – the story of what‘s there now and what was there before – the people, […]