Monthly Archives: July 2014

confession: the keyboard arrived a few nights ago. it came out of the box this afternoon after sitting in in the living room for two days in everybody’s way after papi asked me three times if he could open it … Continue reading →

confession: after going out almost every night for two weeks, i stayed home four nights in a row which felt deliciously self-indulgent. confession: me to myself when i accidentally looked in the mirror the past few days, “dude, what’s up … Continue reading →

this morning started out with nina simone which bled into ray charles and then aretha franklin, because nina sings the sun up, ray sings my heart, and aretha sings my soul. this morning started with a kitten crying because the … Continue reading →

as i walk from the kitchen and he walks down the hall, we meet at the edge of the living room and he says, “are you ready, honey? now break it down.” he begins doing the running man and in … Continue reading →

confession: when i haven’t been slammed with sadness this week, i’ve had the most fun i’ve had in years. confession: i believe in peaceful revolution. i believe in peace warriors who actualize peaceful personal transformations and lead by active example. … Continue reading →

he saw me when i came home early this morning and read my mood, knew not to ask what was wrong, knew i didn’t have words to describe the pain he could see on my face, knew i only wanted … Continue reading →

after four weeks naturally high on my life, high-flying as i move through the world, high-vibing with my purpose for being alive, i could have anticipated the valley waiting for me, but i didn’t. i forget when i feel happy … Continue reading →

when i retail therapy i buy lacy underthings. other women buy shoes. i buy panties. my panty drawer is stuffed with lacy things. both my panty drawers. plus the spillover drawer. yes, i have three panty drawers which means i … Continue reading →

do you ever have one of those days when you know before you get dressed that you’re going to spill something on yourself? it might be food or coffee or wine. it might be glue or detergent or hair goo, … Continue reading →