She looked around and saw that the chairs on either side of her were occupied by men. White men. The smell flooding her nostrils were a good indication that these men had not showered in days, if not weeks. Sometimes she wished her people in Ghana could witness this kind of white man, then maybe … Continue reading Homelessness: The Fine Line
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Ok, so this week I’m not sure I’m sticking to the promise of themed reminiscing…anyway you decide! Tears welled up in my eyes as I sat down to dinner with my sister on Wednesday night. We were celebrating my birthday early, but I didn’t feel like celebrating. I was moving again. I am forever leaving … Continue reading The North Wind Comes Acalling and Once Again I am Wanted in the Bay
The space of time between when a person has been confirmed dead and put in the morgue, and when the person is brought home for laying in state, sometimes lends itself conveniently to forgetting. Perhaps they have travelled and they will be back soon. Or they are in the hospital and I’ll go visit them … Continue reading This One is About Death Y’all
I've been meaning to write. I was stubborn when the New Year began because I didn't want to begin a trend I couldn't keep up with. E.g. "I'm going to do morning pages every day!" or "I'm going to blog once a week." I didn't want to deal with committing to the idea of a … Continue reading One Week into the New Year, a Re-affirmation