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Be Wild
If you are blessed or lucky before you die you will get wild. You will get wild by society’s standards as society hates wild. It hates wild because it cannot control wild, it cannot beat the passion out of wild … Continue reading
The Nod
I live in Santa Fe NM and according to the National Census there are approximately 400 black people living in a town of 70,000 give or take a few. I have never felt or had any issues living in predominantly … Continue reading
The face you do not see
Living life takes courage. Of course we are alive but many of us are not living life as life is intended to be lived. We settle, we get comfortable and we get bogged down in our mask and our egos. … Continue reading
breathing again
3 days ago I lost a dear friend to cancer. 3 days ago I became a 10 year survivor of the same type of cancer that claimed the life of my friend. Life has a way of bitch slapping a … Continue reading
take two aspirin and call me in the morn
If you are honest with yourself you will have an epiphany. You will come to realize that you are sick and tired of being the status quo. You will come to understand that there is no American dream, … Continue reading
No crone here
Yesterday I read an article regarding women aging so called gracefully. According to the article women who age gracefully are proud of their weathered faces, layered necks and smile proudly from their wrinkled eyes. They apparently exude an attitude of … Continue reading
getting clear
Mama always said “be good.”To this day as I hang up the phone after our lengthy conversations she still says “behave and be good.” As a child I was good. I shared my toys, I sat still in class in … Continue reading
Here comes Santa Claus
Here we are again. That time of year when many of us race around like mad demons proclaiming our angst about all of the many things we “have”to do to ready ourselves for the holiday season. Many head to the … Continue reading
Hiding beneath the bed
When I was a child I believed that the monsters lived under my bed or in my closet. In fact I was so sure that my dad performed a nightly ritual of checking each spot to make sure nothing was … Continue reading