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.

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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

THE END IS NIGH

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

Surviving without

I keep expecting her to call. I know what that means.  I have not yet come to terms with my best friend's death.  I don't know that I ever will.  It hasn't "hit me" yet.  I keep hearing that it gets better over time.  I don't think so.  Not this time. I loved her more than … Continue reading Surviving without

Except for the psychotherapy…

...you could be living my life story. I have been a complete failure at dating and relationships as well. I've also heard the "You'd make a great girlfriend/wife/mother/fill-in-the-blank..." line thousands of times from friends and family. Usually, it came just before they tried to sell me a bill of goods on some single guy whose … Continue reading Except for the psychotherapy…

Two more days…

This is the fourth day since CeCe died.  I waver between anger, sadness, numbness. My life has centered around her, I realize, for a very long time.  Not a day went by that I did not think about her, wonder where she was or what she was doing, and why she hadn't returned my call. … Continue reading Two more days…