Remember when I did this before? Well, I'm doing it again. This time, however, I'm talkin' about 20 random movies I love and why I love them so. They're in no order of importance. Ready? Like to hear it? Here it go... 1. A Room with a View. Let's see: a Victorian setting, Helena Bonham …
to all the boys i’ve “loved” before…
There was the very first guy, *Darrell Henson, whose uncanny resemblance to Michael Jackson meant that I was instantly in love. That was in the 5th grade. We, of course, need to mention Steven Morgan, whose hazel eyes and 6th grade charm meant that I was quickly under his spell. Even when he fell in …
The Unibrow.
When I was 15 years old, my love of words helped me to decipher an interesting conversation going on around me. Picture it, 1994, a suburban high school: a 15 year-old sophomore is sitting in her Sports and Entertaining Marketing Class. She is sitting quietly, which is how she is able to hear the following, paraphrased conversation: …
The Mall Walker Returns. (Blogtober #20)
We have a new mall! Back in the day, when I was the kind of teenager that loved to spend her waking moments--outside of school--in the mall with her fellow nerdy/sweetly obnoxious know-it-all friends, the mall was everything. In our local area, there was one popular mall that brought most of us to its doors. This …
The Brit Baby
I have memories of sitting in the living room with my Mom and siblings and laughing uproariously as we watched episodes of Benny Hill. Never mind that there was plenty of innuendo in that rascal's old show, 100 percent of which not one of us kids understood--other than loving the zany music and physical comedy, it was all …
the pleasure is all mine, September.
Gone are the days when I would disdainfully glance at the clock on Labor Day, watching the morning and afternoon slowly wane into evening, into nighttime, into the last few hours before the following, dreaded day. Gone is the queasy feeling that would consume the entirety of my belly as soon as I opened my eyes …
The Poetess Who Sings: Random Memory #2
It just came to mind. And so I will share. In my junior year of college, I took a pretty memorable Poetry course. It was memorable for various other reasons, in addition to what this post is about: I was reuniting with my beloved, favorite professor, Jennifer Atkinson, after having taking a creative writing class with …
The Experience.
As a music lovah, nothing thrills me more than standing in a giant stadium filled with thousands of people, lights, that electric sizzle in the air, and my favorite performer(s) standing on a stage before me. Ever since the 'rents released their sheltering hold on me during those later high school years (oh, it was …
Storytelling and Nursery Rhymes.
In the end, I think it was inevitable that writing would become my passion. Starting from the beginning, my fascination with words and stories was engendered by the original, the best, and the most compelling storyteller of them all: my mother. I remember watching her when she would tell a story. Her voice would dip …
Umbrellas.
Unlike Southern California, it really doesn't rain in West Africa. With the exception of the Harmattan season, where I have sweet memories of my mom gently rubbing lip balm across my lips to protect against the dry, windy weather outside, nothing really disrupted the hot, sunny days back home. Imagine the interesting reaction me and …
This Square Peg. 