Walter is curled up on the couch next to me, he’s leaning against my left leg and I keep taking my hands off the laptop so I can pet him and tell him how much…
Date Archives 2018
Day 137 of 200: The Shock of Recognition
This week I read Well-Read Black Girl edited by Glory Edim. It’s an anthology of essays written by black women about discovering themselves in literature and what that meant to them. The collection is wonderful,…
Day 136 of 200: Nesting
Last year during A Very St. Martin Christmas it got hella hot in here and my dingdong sisters decided to open the front door a smidge to cool this shizz down. The dingdongs did not…
Day 135 of 200: Hair Not Even a Mother Could Love
“I’m growing mine out,” I said, running my hand through my lumpy, bumpy, and generally frumpy hair. My mom and I were sitting on my couch, post Chinese and pre-Amazon, and she was talking about…
Day 134 for 200: These Are People Who Died
Every year my mom comes over and does all her Christmas shopping online. She usually hates shopping, but loves this. We eat Chinese food and then I operate the computer while she points to the…
Day 133 of 200: Why am I Like This?
My plan was to write a cute post about the mugs I make every year for Rock & Roll Bookclub’s Dirty Santa party. Then I was gonna talk about how I spend a lot of…