I have been a registered voter in Maryland since 1971, the year I turned 18. I have always considered voting to be my sacred duty. Although I have a few vague memories of Dwight (“I Like Ike”) Eisenhower and his wife Mamie (with those famous bangs), my political awakening really began in 1960, when at … More 2020 Elections: Voting in the Age of Covid (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #20)
April 24, 2020 4:30am I keep a binder filledwith obituariesof every loved oneI have lost. The binder is dividedinto sections,each sectionin chronological order: FamilyFriends & NeighborsChurch & Community Friends In my lifetime,I have grievedfor 1 set of great-grandparents,2 sets of grandparents,My parents,1 brother, Most of my aunts and uncles,Many cousins,and a Hostof friends, … More Grief in the Age of Coronavirus (My Coronavirus Diaries, Installment #13)
This annual event, sometimes called “Readings with Ralphie,” is hosted at Ikaros Restaurant in Greektown, Baltimore. Using a different theme each year, it provides an opportunity for writers, artists, and musicians to showcase their works; and I am honored and proud to have been invited for a second appearance. But most importantly, this event … More The Labor Day Literary Extravaganza
On the first anniversary of my mother’s death (May 30, 2018), I am posting this updated and expanded essay, originally published June 18, 2018. I am not Jewish, but I have adapted the term yahrzeit (a Jewish observance on the anniversary of the death of a loved one) with respect and love. I. “Do not go … More Yahrzeit for Dorothy B. Oldham: She Did Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
I had planned to post this essay on Monday April 15, to mark the Ides of National Poetry Month. However, my personal life—and the life of the World—intervened. My personal concerns are mine to deal with. My life as a poet/writer and citizen of the World is another matter; and events of the past few … More April Is National Poetry Month, and I Haven’t Published A Thing: But Poetry Is Still Happening!
I knew this day would come. I just didn’t know it would come so soon. And I’m not ready to face it; but face it I must. When I retired from my job 5½ years ago, after nearly 38 years of working for a single employer (with multiple owners), I did so out of necessity: … More The Retirement Party Is Over…. I Need A Job!
Losing Roxie Two weeks ago, on January 28, 2019, I lost my best friend – a Pitbull/Lab mix named Roxie (aka Miss Roxie). It was a devastating loss, most obviously because losing one’s four-legged, furry child hurts as much as losing a human family member. But losing Roxie was devastating for several other reasons. The … More In Praise of Roxie 1/26/2008(?)-1/28/2019
How It All Started On December 27, 2014, I posted my first essay after setting up this site [https://baltimoreblackwoman.com/2014/12/27/christmas-past-the-toys-i-played-with-and-how-they-shaped-me/]. In my second post [https://baltimoreblackwoman.com/2015/01/01/ringing-in-the-new-year-2015/], I explained my vision, which is summarized in my tagline: Black Lives Matter. The Black Experience Is the Human Experience. After a lifetime of having to prove this truth in my … More Celebrating 4 Years of baltimoreblackwoman!
Announcing my next Poetry Reading, alongside my WordPress poet friend Lynne Viti and my new Poet friend Tzynya Pinchback! Be sure to call in to listen!
“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