Lifestyle. Melanin. Me: Off the Beaten Path.
Happy Official First Day of Autumn. You know how I feel about this season. Below is Mary Hamrick's poem about the season. Evocative. Autumn by Mary Hamrick Autumn is like an old book: Marred spines turn mean yellow, staples rust red-orange. Every stained page is stressed by a splat of color. Rough-red, like an …
Continue reading "stand on an aged, wood floor like an evergreen."
(Feel free to read the first batch of promises here.) Dear Autumn, I promise to not blame you when the things I hope for during your autumnal months don't come through. After all, your crunchy leaves and orange moon can't really wring people/things/goals into action, can they? I promise to do something about my habit of purchasing pea coats that …
The plan to combine my favorite month with my favorite season by blogging every day? Check. Done and done. What good times. Thanks for supporting my blogging efforts this month by reading and/or commenting and/or liking, thanks to those of you that joined me for the project, for those of you that decided to follow …
Continue reading "Project Blogtober: Check. (Blogtober #31)"
Oh, hi. We're doing this again, huh? How exciting. Sarcastic much? As you say, let's move on. How are you feeling about Blogtober so far? Tomorrow is the last day... I'm thrilled. This was a great project and I loved every minute of it. Lessons learned? Definitely that it's possible to be regular with my blogging. …
You're welcome. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1R-Zg5es7mg Wait. Before I go, can we talk about this scene? Can we talk about all the breathing, and the rain, and Mr. Darcy's ardent love, and Elizabeth's obvious attraction to him despite her repulsion at his tearing apart Bingley and Jane, and the rain, and the standing so close to each other, …
Thank you, Mr. Keats.
This past weekend, me and a good friend decided to host a Natural Hair Swap Party. And it was all kinds of awesome. The Original Plan: a year ago, as my friends sat in a car and discussed the different products we use for our natural manes and how effective/ineffective they were, I found it interesting …
Let us treat our doomed love like the vivid orange and greens of autumn, like the majestic trees in our midst that offer their dying leaves with opened, giving hands, uncaring of the stark emptiness to come but falling ever so gracefully and beautifully onto the cold, hard ground-- The death of our love is …
My love for him knows no bounds, as you know. That said, if you assumed that I'd heard every song Sam Smith had sung so far, you'd be right. But, you see, I didn't buy the deluxe version of the album. So, when perusing YouTube yesterday for something to play on the headphones that would drown out …
This Square Peg. 