I am in here.
She died just before eight this morning. I wasn’t there — they shooed me out of the ICU about 10 last night. I slept. It is real and not real. I have set the relay of friends telling friends in motion. I even called Israel, though nobody picked up the phone. Not knowing what else … Continue reading Birthdays
childhood remembrances are always a drag if you’re Black you always remember things like living in Woodlawn with no inside toilet and if you become famous or something they never talk about how happy you were to have your mother all to yourself and how good the water felt when you got your bath from … Continue reading Nikki-Rosa
“Are you ready for Christmas?” they ask me. No, I’m not hiding the fact that I’m converting to Judaism, but I am not buying billboard space either. “Are you ready for Christmas?” is replacing “Hello.” I always say “No.” How can you be, even if you do celebrate the day? The fluffy women’s magazines are … Continue reading Are you ready to rumble?
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