Under the Gun

It is now 12:23 - a.m. that is, and exactly 24 minutes ago I clicked "send" in the digital dropbox for my American Lit paper about a narrative written by a silly idealist named J. Hector St. John De Crevecoeur.  I wrote his name at least 25 times throughout the paper, and had to look it up all 25…

A Girl’s Gotta Eat

Quit obsessing people, it's only food.  True, to know when to put the fork down is to know one's limits, but alright already with the food-enemy syndrome.  Food is not your enemy, it is your friend.  Actually, food and I are much more than friends.  And I like it that way.  I love it all,…

Can a sista get some skin?

I remember a funny story an aunt told me a long time ago about her daughter, my small cousin who was at that time about the age of 4.  She was having trouble sleeping at night and began the habit getting of out of bed and waking up her mom.  "I'm scared mommy!"  My aunt would tell…

What the…?

     Today while driving to class I made the same observation I make every time I enter into the downtown area en route.  I see the same things in the same places every day, and included in my sights among churches, libraries and abandoned buildings are the people who live there.  I usually keep my focus on changing…

Love and let live

     Yesterday being Valentine's Day, I decided to turn off my bitch-o-meter (well at least turn it down), and try out the day just going with the flow.  Because let's face it, after 12 years of marriage I ought to know by now just how little change will ever result from good constructive criticism anyway.  I…