I feel bad about my ‘socials’ habit. I’m told it’s not my fault. The algorithms are set up that way. Intentionally addictive. There’s always just one more. Scroll scroll scroll along, very unmerrily, and then inevitably forget the damn thing I wanted to post in the first place. I have one platform that is inactive because it overwhelms me but I want to give it a chance. I have another that I only engage with because Read more
It’s 3:33. I think I should make a wish. And then I laugh at myself because I am a grown ass woman and I should be thinking serious thoughts. There’s a pandemic for chrissakes. For the record grown ass people are just as prone to superstitious reflexes as the gaggle of tweens walking past the window. How many does it take to make a gaggle? These are the thoughts I pause to consider. My mind Read more
The province is going into its third lockdown. Minneapolis is in the spotlight as the George Floyd murder trial begins. Traumas are resurrected. Spring seems to have had a false start. Everyone is grieving. Even if you don’t know it. Even if you do, it might be deeper than you thought. It’s been a slow steady build, like the pandemic pounds that crept in between me and my waistband. It’s as if winter ran a Read more
I love a list. I love the satisfaction of crossing something off it. One slash of ink and it is obliterated. Wielding lead and pen like a superpower. One stroke at a time the looming monolith of the day’s tasks is felled. I strike a hero’s pose and my metaphoric cape flaps in the breeze. Oh yes, I’m a slayer. Secret fun fact: my first and most important death defying feat of the day is… Read more
We’re halfway through our month ladies! Have you been celebrating our incredible feats despite cruel odds? Have you celebrated your wins? We amaze me. I’ve been reflecting on the women in my personal history who’ve wittingly, and not, contributed to my journey thus far. One post isn’t enough to pay tribute to all the sisters and daughters and mothers and cousins and aunties and nieces that have blessed my life. But I’ll try. To my Read more
Who remembers this story; a boy walking home notices another kid carrying all their books and school gear, the kid stumbles and falls (or gets pushed) and the boy offers a hand. On the walk they talk and bond and the other boy shares that he had cleared out his locker because he had planned to kill himself over the weekend. This simple act of kindness saved his life. It’s a very Chicken Soup for Read more
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