Our intriguing, perplexing, awesome, mind-boggling, revolutionary, interesting, and life-changing relationship/journey began when I was 11 years old. This was when my mother took me to my first hair salon. It was owned by a Ghanaian woman who ran the salon from her apartment. I was terrified. No surprise there. If you know anything about me so far, …
i was cryin’ when i met you…
Look, I'm going to say it: This Square Peg sheds more tears in a day than your average baby. While this troubled me in the past, primarily because I was rarely a crier, I now fully accept the soggy fact that I weep at the drop of a dime. Hardly an exaggeration--I'm sure I've watched many dimes …
Zones.
It's called a comfort zone for a reason: it's comfortable. My mom occasionally tells me the following: as a child, she would sit me in a spot and I would obediently stay there. Not fidgeting, not itching to move--glued to where I was placed and never giving cause to worry that I would disappear (unlike my …
The One and Done.
Other than drinking copious amounts of champagne while watching the Academy Awards when I was 16 years old (how nerds "turn up"; we all make mistakes), This Square Peg can't make it beyond one drink. I was reminded of this during the weekend, when a friend offered me wine at a cookout. After a few, tiny …
The Chocolate Flapper.
First, hi. So last Saturday, a good friend of mine threw a decades party: guests were to choose their favorite decade and dress accordingly. Naturally, being that I love all things Twenties--the Jazz Age, Gatsby was running around (fictionally), and girls were bobbing their hair--it was a sure thing that I would arrive in my flapper …
I Volunteer as Tribute?
If you're talking about flying standby, then the answer is no. Sure, I'll volunteer for all kinds of things: bringing napkins and utensils to parties (not food; I'm sure the guests want to live to see another day); picking people up or driving someone to a destination; taking my sister's place so I can fight some kids for food. …
relax…relate…release…
This past weekend, I had a much-needed, long-overdue massage. Incidentally, one of my former masseuses mentioned that I should be doing these once a month. As lovely as that sounds, since Idris hasn't yet proposed, my income just doesn't allow for that yet. But with the increase in my exercise regimen (I've joined the back-to-back …
Contests.
I recently submitted a few of my pieces (two short stories and a poem) for some writing contests. I submitted them with the reminder to myself that 1) I'm not the only writer in the world, and 2) there's a high likelihood that I won't even place, because see #1. I should tell you that I don't …
Honorable Mentions.
Sometimes in life, people, strangers, pass through and offer us what we need at the right time. Whether it's a smile, a seat on the train, or offering you half of their sandwich because they caught you eyeing it on an airplane and heard your belly grumbling angrily and likely wanted to avoid some type of violence (true …
This Square Peg, Can You Hear Me?
The title's reference is from here. If you're a fan, allow me to welcome you into my heart forever. If you're a superfan, allow me to move in with you because we're officially besties. It's been a while, hasn't it, since we chatted? And I'd like to imagine that my readers are in a wooded …
This Square Peg. 