Anyone who knows me understands why I don’t subscribe to the label “Black” meaning “bad” or “evil”–I am Black, after all. But this Black Friday, was certainly not “good.” I was rudely awakened early in the morning and after a series of unfortunate events, I couldn’t high-tail it out of
“Bad dreams, bad dreams, go away; good dreams, good dreams here to stay.” I had a nightmare. Not the kind where you wake up, terrified, just barely escaping an otherwise certain death, but the kind where you kind of know its a dream, so you’re not too terribly concerned, but
There is a time for everything: a time to speak and a time to be still. And the line between these two is often muddled. Except when its perfectly clear. Sometimes the words are just burning in your soul and the longer you hold them hostage, the more they gnaw
Basta! Attraversiamo. I deserve to be seen. I should be respected, and adored, and appreciated. I should be loved. I should be special. You should see me. I am someone to be seen.
“Addicted to love, like the drug, drug of a fiend.”–Lauryn Hill Love Addiction. I didn’t realize there was such a thing until I saw it on Oprah yesterday. (Lord knows all the things I’ll miss out on when she retires in 2011!) There I was, comfortably watching her show on
It’s raining and miserable in the District today. I need to cheer up. In honor of Precious, I am going to write everyday. –work doesn’t count–I’m writing just for me. Maybe not a 1000 word blog, but just something to improve my writing, to release, and to bolster my self-analysis.
“This was my moment to look for the kind of healing and peace that can only come from solitude.” Sleep is evading me at the moment, as it often does when there is something in my heart that must be loosed, else I burst. Even with one more day remaining
“I have loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, that has always been enough.” The Notebook. God-awful book, wonderful film. Although I have literally seen this movie one hundred times and could (and often do) reenact scenes from memory, I watched it nonetheless when it graced
It was a fairytale beginning, as these things often are. It was my second day at work and I was lost in D.C. with not a dollar’s worth of cash or a clue about direction. Cursing my sense of direction and armed with only an address, I scoured South East
‘”For I know the plans I have for you,’ says the Lord, ‘Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’” –Jeremiah 29:11 Love. It’s the entire reason I uprooted my comfortable, southern Georgia existence and moved to the District that never