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 occurred 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 ambiguous , I did not have the… Continue reading Discolored Recollections
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
The warm evening breeze gently swept through my bedroom window bringing with it the smell of grass and what was left of the sunshine from the day. I watched the colors dance on the wall as the outside world had turned from gold to a cool lavender. I could hear the chorus of windchimes in… Continue reading Skin