When I was younger, I hated Summer. All that heat, all that light exposing the dark corners of my soul. My season of birth is Autumn— October, when leaves of red and gold dance against crisp winds in a smoky mauve sky. Then, something changed. I embraced the Light of Summer (but not the heat): … More Change of Seasons
Meghan McCain’s fierce and fiery tribute to her father, Senator John Sidney McCain III, was the same tribute I delivered for my father, Oliver Fitzhugh Oldham, eleven years ago. It was the tribute all daughters deliver for their fathers. You could see it from the tears being wiped from the faces of the women in … More Every Daughter’s Tribute to Her Father
Read my latest post (originally published 3 hours ago) about the strange intersection of The Queen of Soul, Aretha Franklin, and the Maverick of the Senate, John McCain, as their lives are being celebrated today, on the new Baltimoreblackwoman Facebook page, at the link below. https://www.facebook.com/plugins/post.php?href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fjolivia1016%2Fposts%2F477519436083541&width=500 [NOTE: The Facebook page is an extension of the … More What Are the Odds of Two Great Americans’ Lives Being Celebrated at the Same Hour?
In the natural world of humans, colorblindness is a defect of vision: the inability to discern certain hues in the full spectrum of colors visible to humans. The absence or dysfunction of red or green cone cells can cause comical fashion faux pas like mismatched socks or outfits, or serious hazards like not knowing whether … More The Conundrum of Colorblindness
Technology can be both friend and foe, often, simultaneously. On July 30, 2018, I received a notification from wordpress.com (the platform and primary site of this blog) that Facebook would no longer automatically share my posts as of August 1, 2018, due to new rules concerning user authenticity and other issues. This meant that … More As Technology Changes, So Does baltimoreblackwoman.com
The act of reclining on the swinging two-seater couch on the front porch, with my legs propped up on two arm pillows and a cigarette dangling between my fingers, was revolutionary. I did not care what my neighbors thought seeing me outside, or how I looked to the Sunday drivers barreling down my street, barely … More Home, At Last
“Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” —Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) After Mother’s Day, her health took a sudden downturn. By May 23rd, I was officially “worried” about her: the drastic weight loss due to loss of appetite, the lack of energy and fatigue, and the uncharacteristic … More She Did Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
On Friday afternoon (May 11), in preparation for my new gig as a contributing writer and columnist for SLANTRESS Magazine, I headed, with some trepidation (shy little me?!?), for a photo shoot, including head shots, to Jazzy Studios, located in The Motor House Baltimore (part of the trending Station North arts district in midtown Baltimore). … More My Photo Shoot at Jazzy Studios: A Star Is Born—for An Hour!
As surely as Winter has turned to Spring and back to Winter again in the space of days, baltimoreblackwoman has been shapeshifting lately! It’s hard enough to keep up with all the changes in the world (the revolving door at Trump Land; war and rumors of war; the rift that is physically splitting the African … More Where is baltimoreblackwoman? Updates – UPDATED Post
Two weeks ago, I published the poem The Children’s March[https://baltimoreblackwoman.com/2018/03/17/the-childrens-march/], in anticipation of the March for Our Lives. One week ago, I posted my promised song version on my Facebook page as well as on the March for Our Lives – Baltimore page. I am grateful for the tremendous response from my Facebook family and … More The Children’s March – Song Video