Monthly Archives: March 2012

Drive time

Posted on March 30, 2012 by

Someone’s been playing with Picassa again. Some random items because stringing together more than a few loose thoughts seems beyond my pay grade right now. 1. I am in desperate need of a blow up doll. Not for that. I … Continue reading →

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Drive time

Posted on March 29, 2012 by

Someone’s been playing with Picassa again. Some random items because stringing together more than a few loose thoughts seems beyond my pay grade right now. 1. I am in desperate need of a blow up doll. Not for that. I … Continue reading →

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Adventures in Real Parenting: Safe at Home

Posted on March 24, 2012 by

I’ve been having nightmares about Trayvon Martin’s killing. In the dreams, he’s that fresh-faced young man in the Hollister tshirt we’ve seen splashed all over the media. Then he morphs into Nathan. I stand helpless, unable to move while he’s … Continue reading →

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Adventures in Real Parenting: Safe at Home

Posted on March 24, 2012 by

I’ve been having nightmares about Trayvon Martin’s killing. In the dreams, he’s that fresh-faced young man in the Hollister tshirt we’ve seen splashed all over the media. Then he morphs into Nathan. I stand helpless, unable to move while he’s … Continue reading →

Posted in Adventures in Real Parenting, Baseball, Family, MSNBC, Parenting, Racism, Trayvon Martin | 24 Comments

Cuz my identity itself causes violence

Posted on March 22, 2012 by

The Trayvon Martin story has enraged me in a way that I haven’t been enraged in a long time. And, people, I do rage really well. With style and flair. As other artists work in oils, watercolors or clay, I’ve … Continue reading →

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Treat me like a stranger and it feels so rough

Posted on March 20, 2012 by

When my first paycheck arrived, the last vestiges of the clouds of despair parted, a ray of sunlight fell upon the quaint paper check* and the sweet voices of faeries sang an ancient ballad of a bank account not overdrawn. … Continue reading →

Posted in Apropos to Nothing and Everything, Cat, Cats, Slave to Cats, Work | 27 Comments

Cuz my identity by itself causes violence

Posted on March 17, 2012 by

The following story has enraged me in a way that I haven’t been enraged in a long time. And, people, I do rage really well. With style and flair. As other artists work in oils, watercolors or clay, I’ve erected … Continue reading →

Posted in Criminal Behavior, Fear, guns, Racism, The Young Turks, Trayvon Martin | 30 Comments

On a safari in his own country

Posted on March 13, 2012 by

Cedar waxwings hold a briefing. You have a flair for adding a fanciful dimension to any story. – My fortune cookie fortune this weekend. Talk about pressure! The cats are hovering around me and my beef stew. Please don’t mistake … Continue reading →

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On safari in his own country

Posted on March 12, 2012 by

Cedar waxwings hold a briefing. You have a flair for adding a fanciful dimension to any story. – My fortune cookie fortune this weekend. Talk about pressure! The cats are hovering around me and my beef stew. Please don’t mistake … Continue reading →

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From somewhere in downtown Atlanta

Posted on March 7, 2012 by

Dear you, I hope this reaches you in good health and spirits. Even though I’ve been busy with Days 1 and 2 of my new job, you’ve been on my mind. How do I make you feel appreciated while I … Continue reading →

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