Letting Go Of My Mother


Today I want to talk about my Mother – and not in the carefree and lighthearted way I have mentioned her prior. Yes she is funny, often texts only in rhyme and limerick, and I’ve painted her character to showcase the brightness and hilarity she encompasses – a part of her I very much appreciate. […]

When Your Family Is Dysfunctional


It’s the holiday season folks, which means it’s time for Yuletide gayness, pretending you like to spend time with your family, and depleting your resources to buy gifts for people that don’t just include you, your dog, and your cat. Okay, maybe that’s just me – and I don’t want to be a Grinch, my […]

I Am My Mother’s Daughter


If you’ve had the pleasure of meeting my Mother, you’re welcome for that introduction. Chances are if you have met her, you were either enlightened, traumatized, baffled, scared, exited; or any combination of the aforementioned adjectives listed. She’s a treat, that one. It’s not uncommon for me to receive a daily text message from her […]

Dear Anitra…


Dear Anitra, As of now, it’s been about 10,957 days, 6 hours, and 22 minutes since you were born and I speak only the truth when I say I am grateful for each and every millisecond you’ve been alive, even for the ones I wasn’t around for. Since biding your time behind high-waisted pants, you […]