mini reviews on most things cultural
Heeeeeeey fam! I’m a little giddy because I just had a birthday. I love birthdays because… what’s not to love. The bar for celebrating is pretty low – you didn’t do any of the heavy pushing, you just turned up and everyone made the biggest fuss. And they do so Read more…
I dare you. Since this is a follow up to last week, maybe it’s I double dare you. Imagine if this season, every purchase brought a little profit to a black or woman owned business. What would be the effect of mass numbers of folx patronizing local businesses and picking Read more…
She said “It’s cuffing season.” I heard “it’s scuffing season”. My brain translated it to boot shopping. You don’t scuff sandals. Time to transition to more rugged footwear. But I’m always thinking of new shoes. The shoe obsessed will appreciate that. The frisson of pleasure as my foot eases into Read more…
The days have literally been sunny and bright since November 3rd, with the northeast enjoying unseasonably balmy days. Wary, I didn’t fully revel in it until the Associated Press called the results four days later. I was glad I had work to occupy me. I am always grateful to be Read more…
I can’t even pretend to have focus. Well I can but it’s fleeting. There has never been a date like this November 3rd that I’ve waited for with as much trepidation and furtive hope. I nurture it clandestinely and try to go about business as usual. I made carrot soup Read more…
I shut down yesterday. Body and soul reached their saturation points. Soul exhaustion was the diagnosis. Ears couldn’t listen to another rant. Eyes couldn’t watch any more. I’ve seen enough to know that justice is not blind. She wears an eye patch, pillaging hope like Captain Morgan. One eye always Read more…
“It’s like a hall pass for bad birthday behaviour, and other ish.” me, yesterday Who doesn’t love celebrating a birthday? There are very few questions that have unanimous answers, but look at the question. Even if you don’t enjoy celebrating your own birthday there is someone you love to celebrate Read more…
“Oh, one more thing..“What?”Click. The line went dead. And so he has the last word. Negating all the words that came before. Click and zip. Zero. Nada. He cuts the connection and literally silences my argument. I am left seething in a void. There is no calling back, the phone Read more…