Children Are People Too

Earlier in the week, while teaching my daughter a history lesson and simultaneously mentally reviewing the day’s unfinished task list, my patience and tolerance began to grow thin.  In the midst of my explanations of the connections between the influence of the Roman Empire and why Christians celebrated Christmas in…

Fuck You and Your Simple Ass

Guest Blogger  All ya'll simple, handkerchief head, funky-breath, sell-out, booty clinchin', holes of ass that think the girl being flung like a dingy wife beater at a pick up game was deserving can suck loose shit from a straw and die! We got rebel flag waving, third-grade level reading, squinty-eyed, slimy…

Have a Seat at My Table

There are two older women cooking in my kitchen, and neither is my mother, grandmother, or close aunt. Considering the fact that for many southern American women such as myself, the kitchen is a sacred place where traditions are continued, future generations are pruned, and recipes are kept in furtive…

Why We Must Forgive

I was walking through a parking lot today, and I saw a sign that read, "If reason is on your side, show forgiveness. If justice is on your side, show humility." At first, it rattled me considering the state of anger wherein I've traveled increasingly since the Trayvon Martin trial,…

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Saturday, August 1, 2013 4:51 AM During our transitional process, we traveled quite a few times within the states. (See Planes, Trains, and Auto Deals coming soon.) In one trip, while waiting in the airport, my daughter saw a designated children’s play area and gleefully darted in its direction. Already…