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.
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
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.
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 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…
Woke up to bad news this morning. My cousin, Alicia Banks, passed away early this morning after a short bout with cancer. She has two children, and several grandchildren. It's important for me, because I grew up with Lisa and her siblings. Two of my aunts, including Lisa's mom lived less than 500 yards from … Continue reading Alicia Banks
Ms. Audrey's House, with Iona Morris
I wonder how many people there are out there who were, like I was, raised in an "End Times" sort of church. I have always wondered what was wrong with those folks. Given the nationwide earthquakes yesterday, I know that church folk like those I knew as a child are highly agitated, even more so … Continue reading THE END IS NIGH