New Year, New Books

It took me a few days but I finally got the first few books I’m going to be reading this year: Book One:  Sassafrass, Cypress & Indigo by Ntozake Shange Book Two: The Indigenous People of the Caribbean by Samuel L. Wilson I look forward to new explorations, amazing characters and moving prose in this…

Hashtag Revolution

It started with Trayvon Martin. We were on Twitter, bullshitting and the news hit and within hours it was an internationally trending hashtag. (I’m not taking credit for anything,I’m using the collective “we”) Social Media started to become “more” for young, minority (black) americans who were starting to understand the depth of the problem that…

Onward, Upward

2014 has been more or less a bust for me. Other than leaving my job and deciding to focus more on elevating myself and the folks around me it’s been uneventful but with new breath comes new life and there can only be upward mobility from here. The hardest part of the year for me…

I don’t like change…

I’ve been a creature of habit for the past 8 years; deviation from the ritualistic nature of waking up and getting ready for work was the closest I came to utter worship. I went to work when I was happy, sad, sick, well, depressed, anxious, terrified and everything in between. Now, I don’t have that…

August Blues with a bit of News

August is a tough month for me, current events aside; the 3rd is my late Grandmother’s Birthday and the 19th marked one year since the passing of my Mother In Law.  I can’t believe it’s been a year already.  Beyond the forced acknowledgement of my family’s losses over the past two years, I’ve been making…

Strand Book Store – They get me

Picked up these two magnets today on my lunch break run along with The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides They have t-shirts as well. Clearly they give no damns about my budget. 

100 Word Stories – I am my Brother’s Keeper

Every assignment was more difficult than the last. It was hard to separate the familial feelings I shared with my charges versus the orders that I received. Now, they’ve sent me to collect another and “no” is not an option. Of course, my brother knew I was coming. I found him at his desk, patiently…

Hair my roar!

My hair has been a source of struggle and confusion for as long as I can remember hearing about it. In a mixed family, difficult hair was not that far fetched but there are only so many negatively descriptive adjectives that you could hear about your hair without internalizing the inadequacy of what you never…