be our guest.

There we all are, sitting in our living room in our old house in Ghana, surrounded by endless laughter and fascinating conversations. My parents are there; also uncles, aunts, various relatives, and longtime family friends that might as well be kin to us, being that I've known them and have been around them for as [...]

A to Z…

I saw this while strolling around in the blogosphere and thought it was a neat, creative idea. Not that you don't know almost everything you need to know about This Square Peg, but like the waistband of all my winter clothes, your author keeps changing. See below and if you're a blogger, have a go, won't [...]

she who has bloomed.

I used to bristle when folks called me a late bloomer. (Those folks being my bestie, whom you'll hear about often, and my mama, whom you'll hear about often.) There was something condescending and juvenile about it, as if I hadn't grown up yet. The online definition I found for late bloomer is "a person [...]

from the start.

I've always been different.I entered the world quietly. No crying or whimpering. As a result, the doctor gently swatted me on the bottom. My mother said I turned my brand new head toward the doctor and seemed to gaze at him with disdain. Like, did you just SWAT me, fool? I then responded to the swat with a slight whimper. [...]