I understand that I now have the reputation of being a bitter, angry person who just writes about people she doesn't like. I'm old enough to know that what others think shouldn't bother me. But I'm still human. Like I wrote when I began this journey - this is my story, within my limited perspective.… Continue reading Letter From an Angry Black Woman.
I really don't like Dunkin Doughnuts. I remember thinking just that when he walked through the door late. He picked the location. I don't like businesses that have cutesy names, particularly with alliteration. For me there was little difference between Dunkin Doughnuts and Chuck E. Cheese. We had been seeing each other for a solid… Continue reading Coffee – Hold the Cream.
The color of my skin never before occured to me until I wanted to be the pink Power Ranger at recess and was told I had to be the yellow ranger because the pink ranger was white. This confused me because although my ethnicity has always been somewhat ambigious , I did not have the… Continue reading Discolored Recollections
Growing up, I remember that on television and in the movies there weren’t any protoganist that were non-white. If there was a character who was non-white, it was usually the one token black guy who served as comedic relief and/or the poor friend. Shows like “Family Matters” and “Sister, Sister” were so important. They gave… Continue reading You’re a Hero, Mindy.
A new Marshalls opened up in the next town and I went with a friend to check it out. We spent a good ten minutes in each section, claiming what we would buy if we were rich or decorating ideas we had. I was wearing my one dress with the stripes with a blue cardigan,… Continue reading Baby Doll