Day 7: Tell us about your crush. Staring out the window on Mr. Millaway's bus humming this ditty and thinking about some eighth or ninth grade "big boy" who was not thinking about me, my big ol' glasses, and my super-stuffed backpack (because I could never get the combination lock open on my locker and [...]
Author: darlene anita scott
...yeah, the one you met the other day in the grocery store. She made you wanna say something to her. You did. And now you can’t remember her name. But that wasn’t really the important part of the meeting anyway.
I'm an excellent tryer and dedicated if not so-so runner. I’m probably too old to still play on the monkey bars. But I do. Maybe too young to groove to Sam Cooke. But I listen to him. I'm powered by plants, a pacemaker, and anything creative.
I like making collages, making up my mind and sticking to it, and making up recipes; almost anything by James Baldwin; almost anything with black beans in it; and probably more than is healthy for the average human: I like alone time and homemade popcorn—not necessarily together.
I daydream constantly. I write poetry and prose. Sometimes I teach it to people. Sometimes I read or recite it to people. And even less often I publish it.
I could be more tolerant of overpriced grapes, people who drive with parking lights on, and deafening car stereos.
I like to laugh but don’t do it as often as I should. Some people think I'm shy. Some think I'm a mute. I'm happy to be here and try to make the most of it.
Blog Challenge Day 6: It’s so hard…
Day 6: Discuss a song that makes you cry. Oh no—not Cochise! to listen to this song... It's So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday by G.C. Cameron is the absolute worst song in the entire world. Not the bubblegum pop, not the misogynistic tomes that pass for hip hop, not even the ditties that [...]
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Blog Challenge Day 5: Something I Really Hate
Day 5: Post a photo of something you really hate.
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Blog Challenge Day 4: Meet the Tribe
Whoops--I'm already falling off the wagon! Anyway here is what should've been yesterday's blog post. Day 4: Post a picture of you and your family. Little Ernest Jr. was ornery as all get out. So ornery that he left Virginia at 13 in the exhaust fumes of the truant officer. He crossed the Mason-Dixon line [...]
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Blog Challenge Day 3: I get by with a little help from my friends
Day 3: Post a photo of you and your friends. Ain't it good to know that you've got a friend/ When people can be so cold/They'll hurt you and desert you/And take your soul if you let them/Oh, but don't you let them/You just call out my name/And you know wherever I am/I'll come running [...]
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Blog Challenge Day 2: What’s in a name?
Day 2: Discuss the meaning behind your name. According to the little name cards you get in the drug store by the post cards and gift-lets, my name is of English origin and is based on the endearment “Darling.” Fits no? (Naysayers, your comments will be deleted)! I kid, I kid. As far as I [...]
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Blog Challenge Day 1
Day 1: Post a recent photo of yourself and 5 interesting facts about you. Factoid 1: I peed my pants on a Greyhound bus. (And I was past the age of consent). It all happened on a 20 hour bus ride from Delaware to Atlanta. At the first stop, one of the passengers got off [...]
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30 Day Blog Challenge
As if I didn’t already need 12 more hours in a day… I read about this challenge on another blog and decided that it might be a good way to jump starting my writing. These entries have nothing to do with my actual writing project, but any writing practice is great conditioning for the big [...]
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I’m being redundant; feel free to ignore me.
Within a single semester I receive doctors notes from quiet, bright Simone-with-the-dimples to excuse her absences and allow her to make up missed assignments. Today she returns to class after a week long hiatus with a new note: this one for an infection. She confides in me: "Those notes, Ms. Scott, are because I had [...]
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I do it because…
Sacred Circle Baltimore, MD June 2008 I'm shy. Sometimes painfully shy. And because I want to get my sexy back. Okay, I want to get my sexy period. It makes me feel connected to my ancestors. It makes me feel connected to my limbs. Because I teach and I need to feel how it feels [...]
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