Race Relations in the Race to the Altar

Friday, February 12th, 2010

I haven’t posted in a week. I’ve been stewing over something that I’m not exactly sure how to appropriately articulate, and lo and behold it has to do with another one of my friends. There we sat, discussing a friend of a friend and the outlandish lengths she’s gone to in order to meet “someone,” [...]

Christmas Day Ave Maria

Friday, December 11th, 2009

Every year about this time I think of that Christmas years ago; the excitement of having a houseful of family, the first Christmas for my family in years that an actual child would open presents- my then five year-old cousin. There was not one, but two Christmas trees that year. Not one, but two sets of [...]

Preggers Scare ’09

Thursday, November 12th, 2009

I mostly blame that show, “I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant.” Have you seen it? Who am I kidding, of course you have. That thing is like a freaking car crash. You don’t want to watch it, but you do with that perma-frown of disgust on your face. In fact, if you’re anything like me, [...]

When He Doesn't Say "I Love You"

Thursday, October 8th, 2009

“He’s a good one, I think. He seems to treat you well and he loves you and you always sound like you’re having so much fun with him,” she pursued over the phone. Love…she said “love.” Hmmmm… “But he doesn’t love me,” I admitted. It didn’t matter saying it aloud. Either way, it was still [...]

Certain Certainties

Friday, September 25th, 2009

I had tea with a friend of mine recently, over which she relayed how she’d broken up with her boyfriend of four years. She wanted to commiserate, to rejoice, to make plans, to breathe some fresh air. She knew I’d understand her current state of emotions. She knew I’d be able to relate. And she [...]

Hometown Je ne Sais Quois

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

There’s something about returning, if only for a day, to my once upon a time hometown. I’m one of the few who got out and, with my parents relocated, I’ve long since stayed away. But driving up the street of the neighborhood in which I grew up, it did something to me when we brought [...]

Writer's Block of the Heart

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

A bad day. A slump. A rut. Why is the day so bad? Why the mood so foul? I know why. And I do not want to write about it. So I call up Boss Lady, or Grandma if you will. She doesn’t recognize my voice at first- despite my best intentions, I call too [...]