I recently found out about the Thursday Door photo posts over at Norm 2.0 I love doors so i decided to jump in and post my own. This door, that my daughter is standing in front of, is at the base of the Brown Memorial Tower at Union Theological Seminary (UTS). The tower located at the corner …
I live in a food desert. The only places to purchase food within walking distance are convenience stores, fast food, and drug stores. I also live in what is considered the hood, the poor part of town, where the public housing projects are and most of the abandoned buildings reside. This is also the neighborhood …
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There is something about this day I am supposed to remember but I just can’t remember what it is. It keeps nagging right at the edge of my mind. The joys of midlife memory. Wonder if this eventually goes away once I am on the other side of menopause or will it always be like …
I tried them on like trying on dresses in a store. I must have tried on fifty themes that fit perfectly. They had all the right trim, buttons, and fringe but they just didn’t flatter my figure.
I woke up this morning and went outside to check the mail forgetting it was Sunday, which is often the case since I have been working from home. One day often runs into another just like when the children were little and I was at home caring for them. My neighbor calls out ‘Happy Easter!” …
All my life I have tried to be organized tried to be Martha Stewart, the Domestic Goddess. I even vacuumed in pearls once like June Cleaver. None of it worked. I was still me. Still a single mother, living in the hood, just trying to keep it all together with no clue of exactly what I was supposed to be doing.
Isn’t it strange how sounds can take you back in time. Whenever I wash clothes and hear the sound of the washer agitating it takes me back through the generations of women in my family. I remember my grandmother, my Nanny, sorting clothes on the kitchen floor on laundry day. Lights, darks, towels, …
I have had great dramatic romances that have swept me off my feet, torrid affairs, and clandestine meetings but this year I am alone and happy. I have no pressure to make Valentine’s Day perfect and live up to some notion we have of what the perfect day to celebrate love is.
I am tired but my mind will not rest. I can find no relief from this despair and anguish that I feel. I fear I am losing my mind to this insanity that is my body in its present state. This body that is not mine. This body that is possessed by raging heat and …
Quan Yin is telling me time to show some compassion to myself. What does that mean? Compassion to myself. The definition of compassion “a feeling of deep sympathy and sorrow for another who is stricken by misfortune, accompanied by a strong desire to alleviate the suffering.” “sympathetic pity and concern for the sufferings or misfortunes …
Pursuit of the perfect sentence, the perfect paragraph, or the perfect chapter has been the downfall of many writers. I have to make sure I do not fall into the trap of chasing the elusive perfect sentence, paragraph, chapter, novel. I have to know that as the writer I will always find fault in …
Twelfth Night, has been celebrated as the end of the Christmas season since the Middle Ages. Twelfth Night also marks the Feast of the Epiphany, when the three wise men, or Magi, arrived in Bethlehem to behold the Christ child. The three Kings, Caspar, Melchior, and Balthazar brought Jesus Frankincense to represent divinity, Gold to …
