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This is a moblog picture I took of a page of Mom’s writing… It was sitting on a card table in the den that contained piles of Christmas cards. Seemed to be a list of people to send cards to, though she hadn’t sent many out in past years. She used to insist on cards … Continue reading words..
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
You know what I find most surprising about this day after Christmas? That it’s so normal. Everything has snapped back to the way it was a week ago, before most of the hysteria had set in. “How was your Christmas?” now replaces “Are you ready for Christmas?” as the desired season-specific greeting question. I sit … Continue reading the day after
Now the dog and I sit peacefully watching one of the Discovery channels, not having bought the beef tenderloin, and sincerely (still) refusing to get into the Holiday Mess. The point of it is to have fun with your family and friends, right? To celebrate a culturally important time. Sometimes I wonder what it’s like, … Continue reading a hidden industry
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