In the words of My Cousin Vinny, "I'm done with this one!" You can't try to serve me my mother's tongue and think I won't notice. She and I are one. The mitochondrial data reflects that which powers it. Collards be mah greens bih. You read it. You agree it. All written agreements are contractually… Continue reading Justice Is Served On Paper First
I am excited to announce that my third poetry book, Eve's Garden, is now available for purchase! Head over to my Publications page, or straight to Amazon, for more information or to purchase! If you like what you're reading (or if you don't) be sure to leave a review , and take a look at… Continue reading ‘Eve’s Garden’ Is Now Available!
Kirstjen Nielsen, the current Homeland Security Secretary, has recently come out in defense of a policy separating undocumented parents from their children. A move that certainly won't age well in the eyes of history. This policy is eerily reminiscent of the days when white supremacist institutions advocated taking (A/N: kidnapping) indigenous children from their homes… Continue reading Homeland Security Secretary Defends Inhumane Treatment of Undocumented Families
Look at how far you've come. Look at the nature of the detours and choices you have already made. In all cases, you chose to fight for what was right, chose to sacrifice your time, your money, your safety, and finally the status and career you worked so hard to be worthy of, for what… Continue reading Me to Myself #1: Rest Is For the Weary
Adults can make bad decisions with good intentions. Adults can be hypocrites. Adults can be wrong. As a child, the romantic understanding I had of what life is for the human being was not ignorant of these things; rather, their importance was dimmed relative to that of who I might become. I was starstruck by my own future.
So I have been pretty sick over the last three days. Not just coughing and runny nose. Nah, I'm talking high-grade fever that wouldn't let up. I knew there was something wrong with me, something "abnormal" wrong. This wasn't the kind of sickness that seemed like I could just throw it off. I felt like… Continue reading On Why Love Won’t “Trump” Hate
Today, I wanted to take my book and disappear up a tree, to draw and watch the world through the eyes of the people passing below. I didn't get quite that far: nervous about being judged for climbing in a skirt, I instead planted myself on a bench between two magnolia trees. The thought entered… Continue reading Sunday Mornings Are A Walk In The Park