Race is on the brain – and I’m alive. I’m awake. I see the “news” coverage of Barack and the insinuations that somehow his manhood is questionable because of his bowling prowess [or lack thereof]. I didn’t miss the 40 year anniversary of MLK, Jr’s death. I got the memo that somehow Mariah’s record-breaking single [...]
Posts Tagged ‘fear’
getting there from here
Posted in my life, tagged blogs, fear, my life, race on February 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My dad’s on a plane to Accra right now. His first trip to Africa, ever. And I’m moderately freaking out in my head. Even though I know everything’s gonna be ok. It’s just that, I can’t help thinking about how he’s going to hang out – soak up some sun/work on [...]
the ghost in the kitchen
Posted in my life, women, tagged fear, odd moments, women on January 30, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Last night I was up late writing what has since been misinterpreted as a semi-explanation of How Black People Think in a comment at Spectrum, with the wind whipping around my house. All of a sudden, the door to my garage creaks open, and the motion-sensor light in the kitchen turns on. ::cue [...]
