Writing

Superstition dictates that bad things come in threes, but that count is just arbitrary–until living through three bad or at least very inconvenient things. My latest three: car accident, laptop incident and recent job performance. So, the seemingly never-ending drama started one fine Saturday, nearly three weeks ago when some jackass rear ended me.  I’m … Continue reading »

I’ve known since my early 20s that I didn’t want to have kids. Yet I wasn’t turned off by marriage. As a matter of fact, there’s a part of me who visualizes myself married—as long as I don’t have to live with my husband. When I told my married sister that last part, her response … Continue reading »

What a weird time of my life, not just because of the recent presidential elections, but almost in spite of it. I’m working for long stretches of time, speed reading in between calls with prospective clients, exercising every day and in the “free” snatches of time, creating art. Always in motion, even when I’m sleeping. … Continue reading »

Last Saturday, a good friend, another cerebral Black woman, and I saw “Hidden Figures.” Among the many things that uplifting film depicted, it showed how the separation of Blacks and Whites continued until it died in a final gasp of breath. The segregation of libraries sections, water fountains, bathrooms, and even coffee pots reinforced second-class citizenship, … Continue reading »

This past Monday, one of my friends texted me about her dream where she had attended my wedding.  I texted her back, “Good thing I’m not superstitious. My grandmother used think a wedding dream meant a funeral.” Once I had a moment to look it up, I “discovered” that a single woman dreaming of another woman … Continue reading »

Hot yoga. The longer you practice, the more the superficial complaints melt away: the sweat, the smell, the heat, the humidity. Even your slowly cooking reptilian brain calms down after several classes, where it’s no longer preoccupied with craving thoughts of food, fighting and sex. Initially, the practice dredges up arguments and emotions long past. … Continue reading »

A stray shoe along a road, an intersection Orphaned by some traumatic event Someone’s sandal, boot, stiletto, athletic footwear Never a pair of shoes Just one Missing its sole mate Always that lone shoe Because if it were two Someone would surely take them But the one left behind Like the sad lover who stayed … Continue reading »

After having dinner with a boisterous group of women at a restaurant, I came across a swag table, sponsored by a local radio station. Since “free” is my price, I grabbed the only meaningful thing among a sea of junk: a book. As I sped read the back copy, the guy working the table informed … Continue reading »

  The bustling streets of Kolspace were like a wonderful super-organism ready to swallow Rehema alive. This city’s rhythm was a cacophony.   The ancient labyrinthine stonewalls, which used to channel water, then later protect against enemy attacks now hustled people to and from the heart of the city. Craig was right. She would’ve been mugged … Continue reading »

Twenty-fifteen was the year I unintentionally dipped my big toe into poverty. I didn’t attempt to be a poor, starving artist, but since necessity is the mother of invention, I reinvented myself many times, juggling jobs in this great circus act called the gig economy: editor, writer, tutor, adult basic education instructor, call center agent, … Continue reading »