https://www.gofundme.com/help-a-senior-artist-help-herself For decades, the name Aleta Greene was widely known in the Baltimore music scene and beyond. Her powerful yet vulnerable sulky voice once graced many venues—from the old “rock” clubs of the 70s and 80s and upscale sites like The Brass Elephant to the stages of Artscape and summer concert series at the … More Help Baltimore “Senior” Artist Aleta Greene Restart Her Art
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. When someone calls me Young lady, I don’t know whether To laugh or cry Out: I’m not so young; 65.5 years have I lived on this Earth! I’ve done my time, committed crimes and paid the fines for all my youthful indiscretions. [And God has told me, It’s alright, my child.] I’ve learned lessons … More The Wages of Life
Anne & Emmett, a Play Last night (Friday, April 26), I attended a play presented by the Theatre Department of Baltimore’s Morgan State University called Anne & Emmett, written by Janet Langhart Cohen, which imagines a conversation between two young, historic victims of hate crimes: Anne Frank (1929-1945), the well-known German Jewish Holocaust victim, and … More Love Must Conquer Hate: Lessons from a Theatre Play Exploring Past Hatred and A Hate Crime in Today’s News
Last night, I slept with one window open wide to lull me to Rest after days of Torment. I awoke at Noon, my body if not my mind, Refreshed. Today is Good Friday, the Terrible Day Our Lord Jesus was crucified on the Cross. Today is Passover, the day Our … More Good Friday/Passover/Easter
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!
Over the past two months, I’ve read three books and one literary journal—the most continued book reading I’ve done in years. Michelle Obama’s Becoming reminded me so much of my own upbringing in Baltimore as a Black girl in a large and functional family that aspired to learn, grow, and excel while overcoming obstacles of … More The Reading List from baltimoreblackwoman: Quick Reviews
Over the last 9 months, since my roles as parental caregiver and pet mom ended, I have been working, fitfully at times, to redefine myself and discover what my next life chapter should be. It’s a strange feeling to suddenly have all the time in the world after you’ve spent nearly every waking moment caring … More Finding My Groove… Again
As the comfort of Winter Darkness wanes and a hint of Spring expands the Light of Day, my nights transmute into Vampire Hours. I cannot sleep. My mind seeks the blood of dreams awakened— plans for tomorrow, regrets of yesterday, a million hopes, a thousand fears converging like bats seeking their cave. I try to … More Vampire Hours
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!