The year 1969 was a pivotal time, not just in my life or even our nation’s, but for the whole world. It was a year of social, political, moral, and spiritual upheaval, with demonstrations, riots, conflicts, and wars. Free Love, Black Power, civil rights, LGBTQ rights, women’s rights, and other issues were all reaching their … More Summer of ’69: Chasing the Moon – Remembering Apollo 11
My Multi-Media Addictions I am an admitted news junkie. Though I start most of my days with at least two hours of silence before turning on the television, those hours of silence are spent checking my emails for…. e-News. I subscribe to The Washington Post (thanks to Amazon), The Baltimore Sun, The Boston Globe, Axios, … More How to Stay Sane in These Dark Days: Turn Off the Noise
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?
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
How many deaths will it take til we know That too many people have died? —Blowin’ in the Wind, by Bob Dylan A Fatal In-Home Shooting On Saturday, March 17, 2018, in Monroe County, Mississippi, a 9-year-old boy fatally shot his 13-year-old sister, Dijonae White, in the back of the head after she refused to … More #Enough Is Enough: How Many More Deaths Will It Take?
As often happens, lately, I was awakened from a blissful evening nap tonight by the sound of Don Cheetolini making a pronouncement. Tonight’s pronouncement was his choice for the Supreme Court, and the television was on CBS (my least favorite news source—next to FOX). Putting aside Cheetolini’s grandiose “God Bless our Glorious Nation,” at the … More Live from The Twilight Zone
I dreaded this day. And, unfortunately, the dreaded day did not disappoint. The dread began to intensify yesterday evening, as I watched the one snippet of news I allowed myself: a reporter from msnbc was standing in front of the Capitol in Washington, D.C. His dark suit stood out in stark contrast to the eerie … More The Day America Died: January 20, 2017
This past week was filled with sleepless nights and listless days. I could not focus on anything useful or positive or productive. I could not write. I could barely stand to read the newspapers, or watch the endless cycle of media rehashes of Senate Hearings, of bizarre hackings (by Russia) of those same hearings on … More To Sleep; Perchance to Dream, Only to Wake Up in the Same Nightmare
Since my last post [https://baltimoreblackwoman.com/2016/11/16/the-day-after-one-week-later/], nearly a month ago, I have been in despair over the man who would be president. I can’t even say his name anymore. And I’ve run out of nicknames for him—Adolph Cheetolini was one of my favorites. I’ve tried limiting my television exposure to the news—mainstream and cable. On Facebook … More A #NeverTrump, #NotMyPresident Rant
One week ago, yesterday, the Unthinkable happened. The United States of America elected Donald J. Trump to be its 45th President. At this hour, 7:28 pm, on Tuesday last, I was getting ready to join some friends for a Watch Party, where we were expecting to celebrate the election of the first woman president. But … More The Day After—One Week Later