Me-ness
Lately I’ve been having variations of the same conversation. The conversation is about relationships –male female possible marriage relationships. As the talks have all been with men I’ve known from anywhere between 10 and 21 years and not a woman in the mix I can’t tell if I’m crazy, or them, or if we’re just […]
the sun fades into itself. a thin gauze of smoke filters the light burning the yellow to orange and searing its reflection against all bodies of water…puddles and lakes and oceans.
lizzie asked me who i was and what i had done with her friend. i called her, at a rather unreasonable hour given where she lives, to inform her that i had endorphins. it is silly to anyone who works out regularly…anyone who likes to work out…but for me it was a revelation slow in […]
in previous iterations of myself i was a poet. if not poet – no less than a writer. the older i get the farther away it seems. just barely beyond my grasp. as far away as it feels to me it is the picture of me that some people carry. not a hairstyle, not a […]
The sky, dotted with fluffs of gray-white clouds, is a washed out blue. The trees are lined with shiny green leaves blowing in an eager wind. And I sit staring out of a single paned window wondering when life makes the most sense, when life’s choices and chances seem less arbitrary and more methodical? Wondering […]
money hasn’t been my driving force for quite a few years now. when i was much younger and just beginning to understand the uses and power of money i admit i was a fan. i remember when i started baby sitting in the neighborhood i would have $100 stashed in my top drawer. not a […]
it is so easy not to think about it, despite being surrounded by it on a daily basis. drinking from it, protected from the elements by it, watching the world whiz by behind it…glass is remarkable. that said, so is my stained glass making class. bent over a dusty table, glass cutter poised over a […]
the problem with starting over is…well starting over. it is the blank space where there used to be words or pictures or love. it’s the arduous process of taking first steps, forming first syllables, and liking someone enough to provide directions on how to get a little closer to my interiors. quite frankly…i’m a little […]
i think most people fear impermanence. the concept of change is the source of consternation. even if what is known is bad – the idea that what lies beyond is unknown makes it worse. i am the opposite. in my world – the only constant was change. each new move prepared me for the inevitable […]
oh hillary
the thing is…i’m a womanist. i ascribe to alice walker’s definition of that vs. feminist but i’ll tackle that later. the point is, my womanness is an important part of my identity. like being black or american…and there are things that unsettle me as a result. things like how we are depicted…how we depict ourselves. […]
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