mini reviews on most things cultural
How long does it take to fall in love… with yourself? Do you love yourself? When did you know you loved yourself? In the movies love happens in a tight hour forty five. Day and night collapse and time is a magical construct. I’ve experienced the time bending power of Read more…
Tabula rasa has been a favorite word since high school. I love a fresh start; the promise of fresh and new. I’m also a creature of habit. My morning routine is my favorite part of my day. I love my Ayurvedic ablutions, yogic stretches, cup of hot water to flush Read more…
Sitting on the A train, heading downtown from Harlem. Living my dream. Heading to a niche New York eatery and an evening of art. From this dream I would edit the 12 hours spent in an emergency room in Queens. Hours full of distant moans and pleas for God, hallways Read more…
What a time it’s been. Flying at the speed of light we’ve arrived at spring. Or so it feels. I took a pause, Rip Van Winkle style and awoke to signs winter is finally over. Unlike the notorious RVW, I emerged rather well preserved if I may say. The trick Read more…
This is my last selfie of 2022. Haven’t gotten around to the first selfie of the year yet – how is it already a week?? I like to ease into the new year like a warm bath. It takes time to get intentional. The how outweighs the when. Start as you Read more…
Nature is a tonic. I grew up with natural remedies and the kitchen cupboard apothecary, repurposed bottles containing various roots and spices steeped in overproof rum were a regular sight among the bathroom linens and back up stock of tp and toothpaste. But my experiences in nature were very few. Read more…
Confession. I cannot braid cornrows. My mother couldn’t either. With great effort I can do a french braid- my mother could not teach what she didn’t know. My mother was raised with a Eurocentric esthetic. The colonial norms were imprinted like a tattoo, bias buried layers deep in the dermis Read more…
How do you make a memory? Seriously. I want the formula. My memories and what I remember are separate universes. I can memorize pages of dialogue within an afternoon but on Monday morning I can’t remember a joke I heard Saturday night. I often get stumped when asked how my Read more…