Posted in celebrations on Sunday 03. 07. 10
Last year, my birthday went by in such a 38-weeks-pregnant haze that for the entire year, I thought I was still 40 years old. This year, in a half-effort to pay more attention to myself, I’m acknowledging my birthday 1. in advance, which I rarely do and 2. buying myself stuff, which: always.
Posted in scribbles on Tuesday 01. 26. 10
One question you never ask a black girl is if her hair is a necessary budget item. Yes. It is. And never speak of it again.
Posted in the wayback machine on Wednesday 07. 26. 06
I’ll be out of pocket for the next few days as my family prepares for Saturday. I’ll be checking in, but I won’t be available in comments to spread my wit and profundity. Or is it fits and calamity? Anyway, there are a few unanswered questions and that darned Poetry Thursday assignment that everybody but me forgot […]
