I just wanted some comfort food. I had just emerged from a more-than-usual emotionally draining therapy session. I was spent, exhausted and hungry as if I had just completed a Shaun T T25 workout. I longed for a hot shower, comfy sweats and socks and my favorite fuzzy blanket to wrap around myself as I got lost in TV, or even better, a nap. The latter was not likely to happen. It’s rare that I nap on purpose. As much […]
I glance at both chairs and both working stations, but ignore both. Neither is as appealing as remaining seated on my couch dressed in Calvin Klein boy short panties, bootleg black long-sleeve souvenir t-shirt that I bought at a tailgating party for $5, and my green silk headwrap. Bright green tie-dyed socks are on my feet. It’s a bit chilly in my apartment, though not chilly enough to put on pants.
Today, I took a short walk around my neighborhood. It was a short jaunt, no more than three streets over before I banged a right, walked down that block, paralleled my steps to return to my home block. I walked a steady clip and was out for barely half an hour, but it felt good. It was the longest I had been outside in weeks since this pandemic, shelter-in-place, self-quarantine, social distancing madness began. The last time I had been […]
I refuse to pay money to be scared. You won’t catch me at a horror film or a haunted house. She, me, her is not the one.
We were still in the early stages of dating when I found out he was in the Reserves. Army Reserves. There had been no mention in his profile or pictures. He believed it was corny for men to use their service as a way to hook women. Points for him, I guess.
It was love at first sight. I took a screen shot and added it to the Hair album. Months before I had cut off my butt-length locs of fifteen years back in April for my birthday, I was obsessed with finding and saving short hairstyles I wanted to try. People think I’m kidding when I say the main reason I wanted to chop off my hair was to rock funky parts, lines and designs shaved into my head, and to […]
She debated hitting the accept button with the green check or the decline button with the red x. It wasn’t a mandatory meeting. Employees were “strongly encouraged” to attend. Even if it were mandatory, what would they do if she didn’t attend? Fire her? Yeah, right. It’s not like this were high school where she could get detention or demerits for not attending a function. This was work. The place she dragged herself to Monday through Friday so she could […]