Every morning
you paint the mask
and when I ask
Continue reading“Sticks and stones may hurt my bones but…”
Remember that saying? We chanted it on the school playground trying to grow thick skin. Or to bluff that our skin was so tough mere words couldn’t hurt us. But the truth is, words can hurt. They can cut to straight to the heart and for some, those wounds never heal. But some wounds cut deeper than others.
Continue readingOnce a year, my niece Bubba invites me to spend time with her and her family. I have mentioned them a few times before so I will forgo the introductions. Last year I went to visit around the end of August. While there, I made a promise to Lil K. One that I didn’t think I would have to fulfill for a few more years. I was wrong.
Continue reading“The water here can heal,”
or so they used to say
back in the ancient day
and they thought it was real
perhaps a divine deal.
Continue readingI am an observer by nature. Always watching and processing. Sometimes my processor takes me in the wrong direction. No worries. Just makes life interesting when I jump to wrong conclusions. Sometimes though, I see enough to pick up a pattern. And a few times out of those sometimes, I learn a thing or two. Here are a couple of things I noticed along the way.
Continue readingLooking back you might see
only innocence of youth
a glossing over of truth
yearning for that simplicity
but now is where you need to be.
Continue readingWhen I was a young girl, I watched Bill Cosby’s Himself comedy special. Maybe that was not the sentence I should have started with considering his fall from grace (which still hurts just a little bit that he turned out to be America’s favorite dad…with psychopathic tendencies. I digress. This isn’t really about him but about his job. He looked like he had so much fun on that stage telling stories that I wanted to do it as well. I wanted to stand on a stage and tell stories that made people laugh. Just to be clear, I only wanted to emulate the comedy part, not his secret double life thing. Except I wanted to do it better because he laughed at his own jokes. I would not. I would play it straight. I wanted to stand on a stage, tell jokes, make people laugh. That would be the perfect job.
Continue reading“Oh, to be [fill in with any age you wish to be].” What age did you say? What, in your opinion, is the perfect age to be? Personally, I can’t answer this question simply. My response in typical me fashion tends to be a bit complicated. Sure, I can tell you what I deem is the perfect age but I have to break it down.
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