I’m thinking of my Mama. I’m thinking of Maya Angelou. Im thinking of Sandra. I’m thinking of women who have found themselves in strange places from time to time. I’m sitting at a table, in my mind, with these women. I’m watching Maya sip tea, and Mama take a long drag from her cigarette, and … Continue reading Mother Maya Teaches Me Still
When I travel abroad, they stare. Period. But this time, for a very unexpected reason. Continue reading Me, the Sideshow in Guatemala
Their storybook success story became a storybook horror story, and you wouldn’t even know it. Continue reading Paradise, Interrupted.
Part 1 of this story located here. He’d gone to college in Portugal, but had more vivid memories of the war. His cocky was a front. He and his brother once hid in a field from soldiers for 12 hours, drinking their own urine to survive dehydration in the African summer. He survived that day, and … Continue reading Part 2: He Was “More Friend, Less Rapist”
Mood. Today was long, and perfect. I went to a client’s home, and gave her a spiritual bath. Basil and peppermint and LOTS of lavender. Goat milk and florida water and efun from my Obatala. Baby’s Breath flowers and candles and incense galore. Her one job, for a powerful woman who rarely gives herself … Continue reading Wash It Off, Let It Drain