Happy March betches. It’s Women’s History Month! I’ve never typed a more sarcastic exclamation.It seems the months have been bundled as tributes and distributed like birthday goodie bags with white men as the exalted birthday boy. Every day is your day when you’re the status quo. Traditionally everything from our laws to our medicines have been modeled with white men as the default. Everyone else is reduced to a day, a week or a month when Read more…
My moods are tribute to the great Zora Neale Hurston. The swings are swift and constant. This February seemed extra long. Or maybe it was just this week. The highs were giddy. But the lows were crushing. I had the amazing fortune to work with one of my best friends. What a thrill to step on set where your sister-friend is directing and calling the shots. The #blackgirljoy was real and we made a little Read more…
You love too don’t you? How do you love? That’s what I heard each time I was asked the question “How was your Valentine’s Day?”Oh perception. It’s just small talk. Tiny talk for this week’s Monday. It is Tuesday, because there was a real holiday on Monday. But I am surprised how many times I am asked the question. I’m surprised how subtly it throws me off balance. It’s such a potential minefield of a Read more…
Why are romantics hopeless? Isn’t hope the basic foundation for romance? It’s the thing you’re pinning your bets on when you take a chance with your heart. You are *actively* hoping for a happy ending. I am an unabashed romantic. I am also a practical romantic. Is that an oxymoron? Perhaps, I don’t care. I like spontaneity but I resent waste. I love presents but I hate the pedestrian. Give from the heart, but put Read more…
I had a whole other post ready to go and then the news came. I had recently noted that I haven’t posted much about acting or the craft, about my influences and inspirations. I sat looking at the post I’d prepared, why was I stalling? I’d checked spelling and grammar, all good. But something wasn’t sitting right. It felt disingenuous to proceed as planned, the news was momentous. The great Cicely Tyson had died at Read more…
Imagine a thing. A thing you’ve never seen before but there it is, in your mind’s eye. You can see it. You can see it so clearly and so precisely you can see it into existence. That’s how an inventor thinks. But we all have that power.Everything you can see was once imagined. From the intricate invention of the device in your hand to the double walled mug keeping my tea warm as I write, Read more…
I’ve finished all my Christmas chocolates. The rich dark brick from ChocoSol. The bar from SOMA with decadent cocoa nibs sprinkled across it. The Camino single origin. All gone. These are not bars for binging. They are artisanal, imagine a Lady Danbury eyebrow arch, to be savoured square by square. They’re the plus one to an afternoon coffee or tea. My stash usually lasts until the Lunar New Year. It is the 13th of January. Read more…
Sylvie’s Love. Black love in cinematic technicolor. I am here for it. It was released on Amazon just before Christmas 2020. The trailer and pictures had me pining for the Sunday matinee movie dates I used to have with my mother. I was busy with actual Christmas and closing out the year so only got around to viewing it this week. It was gorgeous, mom would have loved it. It’s a classic love story told Read more…