My computer crashed last week and I’ve been in a state of mourning since that fateful night so full of downloads and bad infomercials.
The good ones, they say, die young and my baby was just over a year old.
So full of promise: pieces of poems to be written, collections of everything from music to published anecdotes of Racism in Richmond to pictures of everything from hairstyles to my travels to and fro. And there was the next draft of the last essay I posted here. Ummm. With works cited. Ughhh.
Ima need a moment.
Alright, I’m back.
So I’ll be posting from a remote site far far away for awhile. A little sporadic maybe, but not MIA.