A Poem – Week Forty-Eight

This poem, written on November 18, 1996, is a companion piece to the recently posted poem, Self-Hate. Self-Love Today's the day I'll be all I can be Today's the day I'll stand up for me No more falling in the shadow trap I'll reach the top And achieve my goals I will never stop Working… Continue reading A Poem – Week Forty-Eight


💃🏾Flashback Friday – I’ll Never Dance Again💃🏾

I mentioned before that I was a dramatic teenager. I have to admit that I was also a dramatic child. Growing up, one of my favorite activities was dancing. I never had lessons, beyond one summer of tap, so I was mostly self-taught. I particularly loved trying to imitate Janet Jackson, Paula Abdul and Madonna.… Continue reading 💃🏾Flashback Friday – I’ll Never Dance Again💃🏾


🤬Flashback Friday – 6-year old potty mouth🤬

Do you remember the character on Tiny Toons, Foulmouth? He was a rooster that used language that had to be beeped out of the cartoon. When I was six, I was a lot like that rooster, without the benefit of censors. After my father's death, I rebelled against his strict parenting. I decided to use… Continue reading 🤬Flashback Friday – 6-year old potty mouth🤬