At no point while I was cooking, packing the food, searching for an outfit, taking a shower, exfoliating, shaving my legs, drying off, moisturizing, sponging my hair, getting dressed, packing an overnight bag, or calling a Lyft did I think it was a bad idea to head over there.
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 love staying home WHEN I WANT TO. Being told to makes me want to get dressed and head out. Get in a good workout at the gym. Catch a movie. Stroll through the aisles of Target. Go for a walk in Central Park just ‘cause, which I’ve never done. Ever. With the exception of grocery shopping on Friday, I’ve been home all week, so I consider Saturday as my first official social distancing day.
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.
A Soldier’s Play takes place during World War II in the 1940s on a segregated army base in Louisiana. David Alan Grier plays Vernon Waters, a black Sergeant whose murder is being investigated by Richard Davenport played by Blair Underwood. Davenport constantly bumps heads with Charles Taylor played by Jerry O’Connell. The play is powerful as it reminds us that though black men—black people—are an integral part to U.S. history, including fighting in the wars, they were and continue to be treated as less than second class citizens.
Every month, there’s news of a celebrity death. Some hit harder than others. Those are the ones that bombard social media feeds and are the leading stories on entertainment shows like Access Hollywood and local evening news. Others garner brief mentions in the middle or end of the broadcast, if mentioned at all. Last month, sprawled on my couch, I received a text with a link. Kobe had died in a helicopter crash. I didn’t believe it. It was TMZ, […]