Linnea Ashley on April 30th, 2010

“he’s inside, sleeping,” she called to the vehicle. We had settled to a stop in front of a mud home with a woman, colorful lapa held loosely at her waist, bare-chested except for a red bra. She had been bent over cooking something on the open fire in the front yard. “that is my older […]

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Linnea Ashley on March 7th, 2009

i was determined today. late night be damned. today i was going to class. so when i rolled out of bed later than i anticipated i didn’t let breakfast…er…lunch, or the need for it, deter me. instead i putzed around the house for a while, got dressed and headed into the surprisingly warm noon day. […]

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Linnea Ashley on February 10th, 2009

i can’t dance. not really. not the way people expect a black woman to be able to dance. i spend a lot of time in my head. is this moving right? is that? my legs are fine as long as they are acting alone, but throw in my arms, my hips, anything else and all […]

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Linnea Ashley on September 3rd, 2008

it has been three weeks since i last visited the gym. life got in the way in so many little ways. and last night, after work, although my intentions were pure and my gym bag hung over my shoulder, i still found myself watching friends instead of working out. so i went to bed early…before […]

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