I see y'all whose do list is longer than your don'ts maybe feeling guilty; maybe feeling sentimental amnesia. I see you all. And every time I look in a mirror I see my mama whether I like it or not. (I do for the record--cheeks, doe eyes, and all).
Without Rock or Shore
I've been trying to ignore the tug in my gut that has persisted since I first read about this story yesterday. It was the stark inhumanity of it for sure; the sheer violence; the unchecked toxic masculinity; the questions about how is it that the ability to find a jersey is easier than locating a publicly; pinging-off-cell-phone-towers [...]
I *am* a miracle. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it).
I don’t think I’m particularly remarkable though. We are all the product of various circumstances that have felled lesser wo/men. Everyone is their own miracle.
Meet the Tribe
The Scott Family
You’re gonna have to stop all this running and exercising…and start eating some meat.
Daddy, I love you, but dude, Kojak? Turned up to deaf? Ahh those were the days. Unemployed and back with the folks after 18 years, I was not the happiest camper at camp. So I chased a few highs (and a few job leads). First Oreos, then some retail therapy, and then something I’d discovered [...]
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl
I read somewhere that as an adult you become whomever you were at age 7. Part of me thinks: scary thought. The 7 year old I was—always trying to write the longest story in Mrs. Fountain’s class—with the neatest handwriting (we received a grade for penmanship) is not wholly unlike the woman I have become. [...]
You Were Made For This
Two beautiful weekends in a row: Last weekend I helped to usher my grandmother into the leg of the Journey she gets to take with the ancestors. Sure I'll miss her, never stop loving her, but I know she was made to make me the woman I am; to give me (and really all of [...]
Blog Challenge Day 20: to my Creators
Day 20: Write a letter to your parents. Hey guys, Thank you. for buying me stuff like my Smurf Tunes because I loved the Smurfs and you knew I loved the Smurfs so you even bought me Smurfs underwear; and for not buying me stuff that you knew you couldn't afford; I know how it [...]
Blog Challenge Day 18: Oh yeah, you were right: I got that fellowship.
Day 18: Write a letter to someone you miss. Hi Aunt Sarah! The students are fine. They are sometimes under prepared but if they already knew it all (like they sometimes think they do) I guess that would mean I wouldn't have a job! I didn't think I would like working with young people [...]
Blog Challenge Day 16: my cousin Kenny
Day 16: Post a picture that makes you smile. Kenny is my second cousin--the son of my pop-pop's sister. So just by virtue of his age he's really always been more like an uncle, so much so that unlike with any other cousin, my sisters and I put a handle on his name. He [...]