There Goes My Sock

“Fuck your flight,” seemed to be the Lyft driver’s nonverbal message with his 45 mph driving even though we told him we were trying to catch a flight in a bit more than an hour. I knew I should’ve went straight to the airport from my place, but nooooo, I had this romantic notion of … More There Goes My Sock

Panties

  For several months, I’d been on the hunt for plain cotton panties. By plain, I don’t mean boring and nondescript. I mean 100% cotton panties. Not a cotton blend. No nylon, lycra, polyester, spandex, elastane or whatever the fuck else is in underwear these days. Plain cotton, preferably with a print or pattern, like … More Panties

Christmas in March

Well, it’s March. No better time to take down and put away my Christmas tree. Relax. It’s not what you’re thinking. A dried out pine or fir tree was not sprinkling its dead needles all over my living room rug. Au contraire, my first ever Christmas tree of my adult life was a book Christmas … More Christmas in March

Sherring’s Goodreads: My Sister, the Serial Killer

My Sister, the Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite My rating: 3 of 5 stars My Sister, the Serial Killer. Fiction or nonfiction, how could that title not entice you? Not to mention the book cover. A woman, with a gorgeous dark brown complexion, dazzling white teeth, a head-wrap and round mirrored sunglasses, looking a little … More Sherring’s Goodreads: My Sister, the Serial Killer

Sherring’s Goodreads: The World According to Fannie Davis

The World According to Fannie Davis: My Mother’s Life in the Detroit Numbers by Bridgett M. Davis My rating: 4 of 5 stars As I was reading the last pages of The World According to Fannie Davis, the palm of my right hand began to itch. I smiled. In Haitian culture, an itchy hand means … More Sherring’s Goodreads: The World According to Fannie Davis

Hopeless

My face was burning with embarrassment, not to mention glistening with sweat. Why couldn’t I manage to do what seemed to come naturally to everyone else, even the first-timers? Never mind the first-timers, I saw children as young as three or four years old, not only holding their balance, but whizzing past me. Where were … More Hopeless

Stuck in a Rut

After MONTHS of not writing and barely even reading (missed my Goodreads goal again), I clawed myself out of the rut I somehow found myself stuck in. Well, no, not somehow. There’s always an ebb and flow to the motivation that sparks me to pursue my creative outlets of reading and writing. Blame it on … More Stuck in a Rut