May 28-29, 2020 You can keep waitingUntil the 12th of Never. I’m tired. Tired of writing about my life as a Black Woman from Baltimore. For 6 years(Because President Barack Obamapleaded for us to have aConversation on Race), I’ve tried to tell you, I’ve tried to show you— “Black Lives Matter. The Black Experience IS … More If You’re Waiting for Me to Speak Out Because I am a Black Woman….
May 5-8, 2020 A worrying contemplation for me…. I. What I do is say. What I observe,What I learn,What I know. Mostly in writing. On paper,On tablet. In emails,journals (personal),blogs, letters—occasionally publishedin the localnewspaper(3—or is it 4,To be exact?) What I do is write. “Words” is what I do. Do I make goodon my Words? … More “What you say means far less than what you do. Your actions are the real you.” (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #15)
May 3, 20204:42pm I. Now that the cold and darknessof Winter is finally past,I‘m opening blinds and windows, Letting light and fresh air into block the fearand uncertaintythat Covid-19 has cast. No more daily briefings—though the deaths continueto mount— Today my heart is singing, beatingfor the living whoalso count: the ones who foughtand survived like … More Springing Forward, Though Covid-19’s Shadow Is Ever Present (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #14)