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
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.
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