Continuing the Conversation

Well, I’ve added another notch to the professional belt of my life, by joining Geipci James Robinson on his very inspiring, informative and entertaining podcast: Continue the Conversation, Season 3: Badasses! Listen on Apple, Spotify, Google, or wherever you get your podcasts. We chat about why you shouldn’t care what your family thinks about yourContinue reading “Continuing the Conversation”

Lemonade

Feelings of sufferingfor folks I never wasMourning the personI know I’ll never beImpulse buying a bowlof decorative lemonsStill driving around witha combustion engine If we never atonefor the horrors that wereWe commit to consumingthe powers that beThoughts prove nothingThe human soulis just a frameworkwithout vulnerability Was there ever a worldwhere people didn’t just pluckfrom KingsContinue reading “Lemonade”

Birds of a Feather

He steps out of the restaurant into the vacuum of the cold night; the chatter, the clanging, the calling, closes behind him. The silence of the alley cools the pounding of the kitchen in his ears. He lights a cigarette and takes out his phone. The night air licks sweat from his skin. He scrollsContinue reading “Birds of a Feather”

Let America Be America Again

A young man born in Joplin, Missouri in 1902, inspired by the blues and his own experience, wrote the poem “Let America Be America Again.” Today, we hear men and women, young and old, yelling at us about what America should be. They tell us to Make America Great Again. Make America Smart Again. MakeContinue reading “Let America Be America Again”

dear donald: i am an extraordinary machine

dear donald,  I wanted to write you a letter to thank you for a few things, just a few.  I want to thank you for reminding me what it is to be righteous.  thank you for waking up my generation to the fact that life as we know it can change unless and because weContinue reading “dear donald: i am an extraordinary machine”

Portrait of a Mother

I am not perfect, but I believe my child is. I will never tire of watching him try new things. I simply cannot believe my eyes when he does something on his own that he has never been shown how to do by me. My heart races from frustration to longing to rage to utterContinue reading “Portrait of a Mother”

Ask. Seek. Desire. Expand. Move. Feel. Be.

There she is. . . The one who loves too hard, feels too deeply, asks too often, desires too much. There she is taking up too much space, with her laughter, her curves, her honesty. Her presence is as tall as a tree, as wide as a mountain. Her energy occupies every crevice of theContinue reading “Ask. Seek. Desire. Expand. Move. Feel. Be.”

loving change, for a change

we say we don’t have seasons in miami, but we do. they are slight and they are lovely, and yesterday was our first fall day. the beach was windy and almost too cool, if not for the eager sunshine. lying on a thin blanket, my face hidden from stray drops of sea flying off theContinue reading “loving change, for a change”

Chapter 63

The greatest man I have ever known raised me to be a dreamer. He taught me to ask not what my country could do for me, but to strive to do good for all mankind, including questioning authority, indignity, and every day bullies. He showed me the power of my voice and the sanctity of silence.Continue reading “Chapter 63”

Things I Did and Did Not Do Today

It has been such a very long time since I posted here with any sort of consistency. I would like to try to remedy that, and first, I thought I would shed some light as to why I’ve been busy. Don’t call it a comeback. Things I did today: I woke up at 6am withContinue reading “Things I Did and Did Not Do Today”

It was but a dream

I see me. In a little black dress. I’m walking. I reach the side of the pool and I don’t hesitate to dive in. All sorts of people are swimming in black-tie apparel. Everyone is under the water. Twirling and swirling like dancers on a ballroom floor. There doesn’t seem to be any reason toContinue reading “It was but a dream”

Straight Through the Sunset

We got in his old pick-up truck and he started the ignition. The vinyl seat was like ice beneath me, but he had lit something within me. Jack was rugged and charming, he had the swagger of an athlete from birth, and that voice, like the trucks engine, making me both nervous and excited. HeContinue reading “Straight Through the Sunset”

Like A Hero

Have you ever wanted to punch someone? Not in that – the person talking too loudly on their cell phone next to you in an otherwise quiet, slow moving-line deserves a quick back hand to the mouth – kind of way. I mean, for reasons that are clearly written in the code of human decency,Continue reading “Like A Hero”

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, Rewritten, Explicit.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, the ground floor of an old house Had been converted into a piano bar, filled by many a louse. Music and banter wound its way up the spiral staircase, Melodies curled around a lady giving a sailor good chase. Somewhere down some lane children slept in their beds Visions ofContinue reading “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, Rewritten, Explicit.”

A Hitchhikers Guide to Finding A Greyhound

Do you remember when Jay-Z and Beyonce got married? I do. I was standing in a gas station somewhere on the border of Montana and Idaho waiting for a shift change to be carried out. On a Greyhound bus, I’d just learned, each passenger must disembark before the drivers change places at a different location.Continue reading “A Hitchhikers Guide to Finding A Greyhound”

My Mother is Not in a Cult

Ali and Heather walked home from cheerleading practice with an aura of sulkiness about them. The trees were just beginning to set fire above the suburban road, but the two fourteen year old girls were so chocked full of self-doubt that they couldn’t see the autumn delight. The yellow and orange leaves mingling with theContinue reading “My Mother is Not in a Cult”

Paper Thin, Black and White, One-Sided, Insatiable, Insomniac Love

I am an intimacy junkie. Ask my boyfriend. I need it like oxygen. The closeness, the familiarity, the private cozy friendship, the feeling that my feelings are shared. Without it I feel lonely, even in a room full of people. It has only recently occurred to me that the fault of this doesn’t fall upon myContinue reading “Paper Thin, Black and White, One-Sided, Insatiable, Insomniac Love”

Being naked.

“So,” says the darling person genuinely interested in my life, “what have you been up to?” “Well,” I start, looking to whatever person or book I happen to be in public with for support, “I just finished editing my novel.” And in that time, before they process how to answer this statement, I wonder: doContinue reading “Being naked.”

New York City: Passion Personified

Four years ago, I had never worked in the hospitality industry. I had lived with four servers and one bartender from Applebee’s in college, and I had seen the movie Waiting. I had actor friends who were either wait staff or baristas. I’d had the fortune of eating in outstanding establishments, but I had neverContinue reading “New York City: Passion Personified”

The Gene Pool Lottery

#LikeAGirl  <– CLICK for Video   Genetics are dumb luck as far as I’m concerned. Throughout history, whether you were born into the working class or the aristocracy was your fate. These days, we live in a world where you can change your stars. That is, if you were born in a first world country, and you areContinue reading “The Gene Pool Lottery”