Bin it. Chuck it. Trash it. Dash it wey. However you want to say it, it’s the end of a garbage year. And yet… It’s not going to be dumped in some landfill and forgotten. It’s part of the future. The pandemic will continue past midnight. 2021 isn’t going to be a fabulous clean slate ushering in an era of unicorns and sudden robust health for all. The stench of 2020 is going to seep Read more…
Life is loud. It is as if we are collectively making our way across Times Square; no matter what direction you’re heading you are going against a current of bodies, some notice you, some are oblivious to their bruising impact as they hustle by. There are always those trying to get your attention, some in blatant and naked appeals to center the spotlight on themselves. (Literally wearing nothing but paint or a guitar.) We are Read more…
Dark chocolate with a strong espresso. A full red and a creamy brie. Popcorn with warm butter. Dinner and a show. I could go on but I’m triggering all kinds of cravings. Anyway you get the picture. Iconic pairs. Perfect pairs. Books on a desert isle. Who remembers picking five books you’d take if you were stranded on a desert island? I have this faint feeling I’m misremembering and that it was five records but Read more…
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 every year as long as you keep turning up. Fantastic. The turning up part is the key. Here’s a little confession, two days before my 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 up their orders curbside? What if we made ethical shopping a mandate for the season? It doesn’t mean everyone is getting hemp socks. There is 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 a brand new shoe. First the toes inch their way along the footbed sending a tingle of anticipation. In a moment my foot is all 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 a working actor but this Tuesday I was never more thankful to put the details of my life on hold and jump into the skin 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 with ginger and turmeric. The zing thrilled my cells and the vibrant color lifted my mood. I forgot to take a picture. I am having Read more…