Do Black Lives Matter?

“That justice is blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are wise: Her bandage hides two festering sores That once perhaps were eyes.” – Langston Hughes Do you know what it feels like? It feels like it’s all been too much and I am tired. Daily we talk of death, of illness, ofContinue reading “Do Black Lives Matter?”

The COVID19 Diaries: Kickin’ it old school

Something happens to me the moment I think about high school, suddenly there are 90’s R&B songs playing in the background and I feel the need to put on a pair of baggy jeans and crouch low for the camera while moving my hands in front of my face with a menacing look in myContinue reading “The COVID19 Diaries: Kickin’ it old school”

The COVID-19 Diaries: It’s The End of The World As We Know It

I feel like I need to preface this blog with a note explaining that I am a massive zombie movie fan. I love the gore, the predictability and the dystopian view of the world gone to the hands of flesh-eating creatures for reasons that I cannot explain. It is neither normal nor healthy, this proclivityContinue reading “The COVID-19 Diaries: It’s The End of The World As We Know It”

The COVID-19 Diaries: Dear White People

Okay, I get it, I do. I have two dogs and Husband and I often go for a run on the road to blow off steam or to remind ourselves of how unfit we are, so I get that not being able to leave your home to do those things is frustrating. It’s frustrating toContinue reading “The COVID-19 Diaries: Dear White People”

For the LPGs (Lotus Park Gangsters)

Trust the LPG’s (Lotus Park Gangsters) to get upset about me excluding them from my ‘Spingo blog.  Well, I hope this makes up for it. For you, Desan, thanks for setting me straight and reminding me to write about Lotus Park as well. When I think about Lotus Park, I immediately want to tell theContinue reading “For the LPGs (Lotus Park Gangsters)”

This is ‘Spingo, Marms

I can’t quite recall what I was saying but the person I was talking to said, “That’s because you’re a ‘Spingo stekkie,” and strangely enough, instead of me thinking he had had a stroke, hearing him say those words cemented our friendship. There’s something to be said about shared meaning, about the ease of whichContinue reading “This is ‘Spingo, Marms”

Conversations with a misogynist: “My mother was a slut”

I was proud of myself for waking up (early-ish) to write the other day- it was the day I finally stopped making excuses and I started writing again. My travel journal lay next to me, invitingly plump, filled with stories of adventure that begged release to a wider audience. I touched the soft surface ofContinue reading “Conversations with a misogynist: “My mother was a slut””

Confessions of a loud girl

Even writing this title makes me uncomfortable. I hate being called “loud” and every time someone refers to me as such, I cringe. Whether it’s the sudden turn of your head and narrowing of your eyes when you hear me laugh, or whether you actually call me “loud”, I hate it. It sounds like anContinue reading “Confessions of a loud girl”

For women only: No men allowed

Here’s something I’d never thought I’d hear myself say, “I’ve had so many fights since I started a book club,”. I should clarify that it is a woman’s only book club and that it is a corporate one, not that that sheds any light on why this is such a contentious topic though. For someContinue reading “For women only: No men allowed”