“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
From the four corners of Baltimore, We gathered at the meeting place: Bird-In-Hand Café on 33rd Street, On this cold, wet Election Day, 2017. I spotted my friend, Whom I’d only known from the Cyberverse, Exchanged hugs and greetings, And met our host, Ralphie, A name I’ve known for decades. Quickly, we found our past … More Tribal Rain Dance on a Tuesday W/Ralphie
Originally posted on Teri Carter's Library:
One night in late-summer, long after we’d finished supper on our screened porch with my visiting dad and stepmother, I heard Dad say with blunt force, “Want to know why your mom and I got divorced?” I was 31. They’d been divorced 23 years. “No, actually, I don’t,”…
I. I used to be a Night Crawler: one of those people on foot in the dark, going somewhere. Now, I nearly run them down, barely able to see them skittering across the street, in dark clothing, with only the dancing light of their sneakers visible in my headlights— if I’m lucky— as I drive … More Night Crawlers
Author’s Note: As Memorial Day and the month of May draw to a close, I have written this piece to honor my Mom, to kvetch a little about the joys and trials of being a parental caregiver, and to give Thanks that my Mom and I have grown so close in our Golden Years. She … More A Belated Mother’s Day Tribute
AUTHOR’s NOTE: I wrote this post on March 3, 2016, but I did not have a chance to come back to it for editing or rewrites. After looking at it again, just now, I’m letting this one fly, as is…. This election season has been the craziest I have ever seen, in large … More God Save the American Presidency, Please!
Words are my Life. But Music is my Soul. As a teenager, I was known by some of my friends as “Magic Fingers” because I could play any song I heard. I recorded this video in celebration of the 46th anniversary of WOODSTOCK.
The WordPress.com stats “elves” (I like that better than their suggested “helper monkeys”) prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog. My estimated stats as published in my Anniversary post weren’t too far off! I’m still planning at least one more post before New Year’s Day 2016. But in the meantime, I’ve got some more … More 2015 in review
Originally posted on baltimoreblackwoman:
NOTE: This piece is the first of a series of Essays on Race. I wrote it in the spring of 2014 and, obviously, a lot has happened in the sphere of race relations since then. Ferguson. Staten Island. The callous murder of a 12-year-old black child. Ad nauseum. I have to…