Change … for

November 19, 2015 I've been here for 45 days, 5 hours, 21 minutes and 49, 50, 51 seconds ... I've always said to people who were unfortunate to stay long enough to hear the advice I had to give, that change serves a purpose. Change is good, when done the right way for the right … Continue reading Change … for



I never considered how, or even that, this concept applied to my life until today, when I happened to read this entry (link below) on ‘urban slang’. Now, those of you who know me, know that I’m not open to using any kind of slang. That doesn’t mean that I don’t, it simply means that … Continue reading ThugLife

Because I am an activist. And because my Black Life Matters.

What saddens me the most about this week, is the number of White people I called 'friend' who have, both in word and deed, proven they are not 'friend's at all. And, before you say it, I didn't send Facebook requests to any of them. They all sent them to me. Every single one. And, … Continue reading Because I am an activist. And because my Black Life Matters.

On the occasion of a broken heart

My sister chose to end an important relationship this week.  The reasons why are hers alone to claim, although I have my suspicions about what they may be.  My feelings on the subject are less than unimportant right now, though.  She's bereft, in deep emotional and spiritual pain, and I can't do anything at all … Continue reading On the occasion of a broken heart

On the subject of profundity.

Someone told me recently that they "can't wait to read" my posts because I am a "person who, even when they are obviously being silly, is always teaching, always profound in her speech". While I appreciate being labeled a 'Fount of Profundity', what he said made me feel as though I was being eulogized. Which … Continue reading On the subject of profundity.

Civil Rights, DoMA, and Barack Obama

When Barack Obama was first elected, I supported him without reservation. I was ready with facts and figures for the inevitable naysayers who gave every reason, most of them erroneous, as to why he should never have been elected, let alone sworn in. I was also ready, and still am ready, to fight alongside this … Continue reading Civil Rights, DoMA, and Barack Obama

I am 48 years o…

I am 48 years old.  Just turned. I am terrified of just about everything.  I don't know how I get out of bed some days.  People terrify me, things terrify me, being outside terrifies me, as does the idea that I might become a hermit because I'm afraid of being outside.  I can't bring myself … Continue reading I am 48 years o…