I write, therefore I am

I haven’t been blogging as much; if you’ve been following me for some time, you know that this year has been worse than usual. There has been a lot of rough patches over this year, starting as early as January that took a while for me to recover from. Mainly; I deleted most of my…

This is why we’re here….

I came, I saw, I read and now I’m trying to write would be the best way to sum it up but summation won’t work here.   I recently deleted my “About Me” Pages; it was timely not only for this assignment but for the metamorphosis I would like to document on my blog.  …

Why I’m not worried or sad about Justin Beiber

Let me preface this with linking to my previous posts about Chris Brown. You can find it here: First Post: https://angirach.wordpress.com/2009/02/22/rihanna-chris-brown-and-fame/ Second Post: https://angirach.wordpress.com/2011/03/27/why-im-finally-mad-at-chris-brown/ Okay; I try not to write about pop culture here too much because I’m not a therapist or psychologist and while my opinion seems like it’s based on fact; it’s not. All we…

Remembering my Great Grandmother, Susan

Her name means joy, I try to keep that in mind every year as I remember her on the day that she passed. The day rushes back to me vividly and suddenly I am 12 and I’m rushing home from school because my Grandmother called the Principal and my teachers and told them I needed…

Reflections

I think it is important for the art that you consume to reflect yourself. Lately I have been trying to justify to others why I have been reading books and collections from minority and immigrant authors. I feel like it helps as a transplant when you can find yourself and see mirrored experiences of your…

Faithfulness of Mind

Sometimes it takes more than a firm hand to correct a wrong. Sometimes it takes a glimpse of what you’ve done shown in the tears of a lover. I never wanted to cause you pain and here I am hurting you. I never wanted to be this torn from you. We’ve put ourselves in this…

Cover your books

Buying exercise books were one way you recognized that the summer break was over and that it was time to go back to school. The notebooks were standard, they all looked alike and had the same amount of pages. The same logo graced the front and handy references covered the back. There was everything from…

I Remember 9/11

Everyone I know that was in New York at the time of 9/11 remembers exactly what they were doing the second they heard. I was getting ready for school, fresh out of the shower I turned on New York 1 to check the weather as I usually did in the morning. Waiting for the weather…

Memory

I remember smells and tastes more than I remember faces and names. I could tell you the kind of day it was when I had my first kiss but not what I was wearing, I could recall the first song I ever sang for an audience when I was 6 but not the last time…