I don't know what 2022 holds for me but I know that as scared as I am about the variant, I must also learn to live with the virus. I also know that I must get up and search for gigs. I must rise and keep house because I now share living space with the love of my life and I want to live in harmony and not squabble over silly things. I know I will seek to cultivate more love, widen my love circle, move my body and eat healthy. The last two I know will be the most challenging but I hope I can hold fast to the idea of self-care and let that lead the journey.
I've been wanting to write about fat for a while since I hit 200. You see I weighed about 110/120lbs until about when I turned 36. I remember celebrating that I finally hit 136lbs and couldn't get enough of staring at myself in the mirror and seeing all the places I had rounded out in, … Continue reading The Weight Conversation
I look over at the woman I intend to marry as she is driving. The conversation I've been avoiding having is happening and I am every bit as uneasy as I imagined I would be. I don't have answers and it makes it harder to speak freely. This conversation is not as big as the … Continue reading Oman Ghana
A week ago I turned 44. I have lived 4 years into my 4th decade. This is no small feat since Bipolar Disorder often makes it hard to survive life. 41 was the worst tour since 30 and 31. I have to say that I am grateful that the last three birthdays have been nothing … Continue reading Mania Has to Be Good for Something, Anaa?
It has been a really long time since I blogged. Three months, I believe. I have written with my friend Lisa on as many Mondays as we can manage to line up our schedules. We started this the moment we went on lockdown and somehow have managed to sustain this new normal for almost 6 … Continue reading Checking In