Today, I celebrate 49 years on this planet and I’m reminded of a comment you made several birthdays ago.
“I don’t know what to get you for your birthday. I feel so guilty just getting you a Barnes and Noble gift card.”
Well, you should have felt guilty.
Last Friday, the A/C in our condo started to go out earlier in the afternoon. By Saturday, we were sweltering but there was no relief in sight until Tuesday. So Sis and I stayed with my parents for a few days. Dad and I were watching John Wick 3 and in one scene, Laurence Fishburne’s character is being accused of providing John with a gun and seven bullets to kill someone. As his punishment, the verdict was that Laurence would receive seven cuts.
Like many people, I'd heard the chatter about COVID-19. The media was doing its thing by raising this issue to fear-mongering levels, so it made it easy not to tune in.
Until I did.
The first week of March, the company that I currently temp for offered a WFH option; I took it. By the second week, it had become mandatory. I knew my parents were part of the susceptible age group (they're both in their late 70's) and had no idea how this virus would affect our family.
Until it did.
I just want to say that I am not a medical professional. The opinions expressed in this post are purely one hundred percent my own and should be read as such. What works for me may not, or will not, work for you.
Have you imagined how you would react if you ever met someone famous? Do you think you'd be the epitome of Calm Cool Collected? Or would you freak out?
When I was going through my divorce, I lived with my parents for three months to save money. During my time with them, I came to a startling realization:
My parents eat like crap.
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Oh, to be young again.
When I used a wet washcloth to wash my face, cleansed my body with a bar of Dove, knocked out ashiness with that big yellow bottle of Vaseline lotion, and Mom got my hair clean with Cream of Nature shampoo. I feel a Lauryn Hill song coming on. LOL
At the end of February, I attended the Desert Nights, Rising Stars Literary Fair hosted by ASU's Virginia G. Piper Creative Writing Center. It was part of the annual Desert Nights, Rising Stars Writer's Conference, held on the Arizona State University campus. The literary part of the fair got rained out, so this portion of the conference was held inside the Virginia G. Piper Writers House.
This is the life journal of an African-American woman.
The official launch date is MAY 1st.
I'm going to do my best to post on Mondays and Fridays.
Posts will be under two main categories, Aww Natural and Life. The Aww Natural category is my journey to becoming a more sustainably conscious person and will cover topics like Style, Beauty, Home, and Health.
The Life category is just that. My journey through life under topics like Book-ish, Book Shorts, Family, Self, Toand'Fro, Entertainment, and Life After Divorce.
I'd like to think that I'll have something to say every week, in all these categories. Sometimes I will. Sometimes I won't.
I'll just see what happens.
Hope you come along for the ride.
Black goddess musings on life and becoming a sustainably-conscious human being.