A summer Florida morning served as the backdrop for a business-ish meeting between new girlfriends and young lady bawses. Starbucks and laughter, discussions on marriage, relationships, expressions of femininity, and personal dreams took precedent over laptops and notebooks for more than half of our time together, but sometimes business is less about numbers and more about building relationships. … Continue reading Where Does the Name “Ama” Come From?
Pre-Gaming On Friday night, I went to bed with little interest in my 28th birthday. I was tired from the week of moving to Atlanta and put-putting from state-to-state in order to establish a new and solid footing. In my first week, i’d visited apartment complexes, applied for a new place, saw the initial round of family … Continue reading Nudity is the Answer – My Birthday at JeJu Bath House
No, I haven’t written in weeks. Too long. …. way too long. I miss you guys and gals. Hey boo, Heeeyyyyy!! Why have I been gone? Because i’ve been busy getting my life together. And it was hard as shit in October. Seems like the needle of my destiny was stuck in a groove full … Continue reading Welcome to Atlanta
Parker was throwing a tantrum on the bathroom floor. I mean, he was wailing and rolling bare-bottomed on the carpet, because apparently his life was crashing down. My Mommy always wipes my bottom!!!! I need you to wipe it!! I sat coolly on the sink, swinging my leg and staring at him, dead-pan. I might as … Continue reading Birth Control Will Always Be My Friend
People around me call me Brave, and consider how, without a job, will I eat. How will I live? I have no fear. I’ve spent 27 years witnessing the seasons change, and paying attention to nature. I know very well how this story goes. Spring brings copulation, creation, and growth. Rain and flowers. Pollen … Continue reading seasons change, and so do we
While in graduate school, I was once “in love” with a young man who was set on being a bum. Or perhaps he wasn’t a bum…but an opportunist. I used to operate on this principle that because I had, and others did not, then it was my God-given duty to give unto them, too. So … Continue reading Selfish People
I had to memorize this Robert Frost poem in the seventh grade, and it made a strong impact on 12-year-old me. Something about those two roads diverged in a yellow wood seemed like a sneak peak into this young and unfolding life of mine. And I tell you, it has been a thrill ever since. With … Continue reading The Road Not Taken