Last year, this time, I was in Jamaica for my grandfather’s funeral.
A few days ago when I heard Auntie Madge died, it broke me. Tears burned my eyes.
The night my hubby, sister, and I arrived at my grandfather’s house, there were over a thousand people lining the road. Hagglers, not mourners, were putting…
I don’t say this often, but it has been a long week.
After spending Thanksgiving week on Anna Maria Island with my sister and her family, and visiting with my mother, I returned home to a week of one thing after the other.
I submitted a few writing projects, helped hubby curate an art exhibit,…
I was sitting outside, editing, when Zuri opened the door with a petrified look on her face.
“Mommy, Zahara burned herself.”
I dropped my computer on the chair and ran behind my daughter into the kitchen.
The stove was still on and a funky-looking funnel cake was burning in the pot. An orange…
The quaking —
the deep, piercing,
pushing into my back
told my body it was time.
It was time for the being in my belly
to come into this world of
dark and light.
I printed the letters of my name
on the registration form
… and the contractions
stopped the ink from flowing.
I…
We drove ten hours to visit friends in the mountains.
The first night, within the first three hours,
the subject of white privilege created rapids between us.
Our opposing stance ripped us apart --
rocks, cliffs, and rough waters divided us.
We were far apart -- on the cliffs,
falling, hitting our heads against rocks…
I was sitting outside when the hummingbird fluttered past the purple petunias Nancy gifted me. I shifted in my new blue chair to see the hummingbird better, but it flew away. It returned a few minutes later to drink nectar from the red kalanchoes, Joy dug up from her garden and gave me two years…