But I Am Still Thirsty

We knew he’d be tall because his knees were too big for his legs. Ever since he was little,  they were at least three times the size of his knees. We figured that he’d take after my dad’s uncles. In college, I was really excited when he asked to come visit me. Seven years my … Continue reading But I Am Still Thirsty

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Day 4, Week 26: Jabberwocky

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogroves,  And the mome raths outgrabe.  "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!  Sometimes when I'm overwhelmed I quote lines from Jabberwocky (in … Continue reading Day 4, Week 26: Jabberwocky

Superman Isn’t Coming

He was born Kal-El and hailed from Krypton originally. His beloved father helped coordinate a narrow escape, one that would make him a refugee. Although gifted with compassion and supernatural ability, he remained an outsider to western culture. He remained undocumented. Not long after his arrival, a kind-hearted couple from Kansas adopted him. He assimilated … Continue reading Superman Isn’t Coming

Day 2, Week 25: You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know

A few years ago I visited the Old Town School of Folk Music for a Meshell Ndegeocello concert. It was a crisp fall night and the breeze was subtle, so we ventured for a walk after the show to find a quick, cheap bite to eat. We met her, accidentally, in the street. Wool hat, plaid shirt, army-colored … Continue reading Day 2, Week 25: You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know

Love Is Not a Marriage (…continued)

I wasn’t sure that I wanted marriage or children. Marriage was the aspiration of insecure women with little ambition. I was sophisticated, and metropolitan, and evolved (Whew! Lol, right?). More than that, I didn’t think someone black would ever love me, truly. I was weird and prude and unconventional. And not in the interesting way, … Continue reading Love Is Not a Marriage (…continued)

On Loving Forest Whitaker & Revisiting SMART Goals

After Robin Williams there was Forest Whitaker. He seemed genuine, compassionate. No matter the role: hero, villain, or somewhere in between, I always wanted to trust him. I always wanted to trust in him. I'm not ashamed of my biases. There's only one genre I can commit to with my whole weight: sci-fi/fantasy. But for … Continue reading On Loving Forest Whitaker & Revisiting SMART Goals