My happiness isn't scary or offensive. I can laugh as long and as loud as I please. You should find some joy of your own. My pride in myself and my Blackness has nothing to do with you. Stay out of my way. The way I move my body is an expression of myself. Fast or … Continue reading Day 104: A Quick Poem
I hate being so tired all the time. I just go to work and sleep. It's probably my depression acting up again.
My thoughts are scattered lately. I want to go in a hundred different directions. Unfortunately, that isn't feasible. I can't do everything as I'm a human that needs to eat and sleep occasionally. I want to get more exposure for my writing, but I'm having a hard time finding my niche. I know there are … Continue reading Day 102: Scattered
It's been raining for a few days now and my basement walks seem to be crying. There are rivers running across the floor and the sump pump is working overtime. Hopefully, the rain will stop for a day or two so that things can dry up a little. I can't afford a house collapse.
I've posted for 100 days in a row now. That's quite a little accomplishment. I should be proud. Instead, my body aches. My arms feel like lead weights and are covered with bites and scratches. My knee should probably be iced down. I earned my paycheck today, ya'll. Working with special needs kids can be very … Continue reading Day 100: Do What You Can
Mondays wear me out, physically and mentally. After work and parenting duties, I'm good for nothing but sleep. I've got to think of something good for the big 100 tomorrow anyway. See you then!
Today feels like a no pants/bra day. I don't have a reason to leave the house. I might go find some food later, but that's still up in the air. Days like this are so needed. No real obligations. No serious responsibilities. It's awesome to have nothing to do. Relax and breathe time. I use … Continue reading Day 98: Lay About
You don't have to be "evil" or a "bad" person to be a racist or to have racist prejudices. There are lots of people who consider themselves "good' folks that have racist thoughts. They go to church. They take good care of their families. They would never even dream of being outwardly racist. But it's … Continue reading Day 97: Guess what?