Lifestyle. Melanin. Me: Off the Beaten Path.
Started on the left, Going on the right This is the latest trend I’ve been seeing on social media, the how it started and how it’s going challenge. I don’t do the trend thing, by and large, but this one I like. Seeing your growth, seeing your changes. I’m all about that self-assessment life. Your …
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Five years ago today. In London, mid-autumn, travelista-ing, crossing the same road that one of my favorite musical groups walked on and named an album after. Yes, I squealed. Thanks to my beloved Daddy for introducing me to a love of traveling, of music, and of the Beatles. 💜
Sundays were my favorite growing up. Comics. Some of you out there remember newspapers. I still love them. When I was a wee Square Peg, my pops would buy the giant Sunday version of The Washington Post, which meant a voluminous comics section, which meant a color comics section, at that (the weekday comics were …
He’s been a longtime favorite of mine. I was attracted to his quiet intensity, I think. When I saw the previews for Black Panther, it was always this thought for me. Wow. He’s kingly. He’s regal. I want to see him in this movie. My friends laughed when I asserted in conversations that the depth-y …
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 …
There are certain bold names that I associate with my Dad. Sidney Poitier. James Taylor. The Beatles. Milton Berle and Lucille Ball. Aretha Franklin. I associate these people with Dad because growing up, his appreciation of their art and talent was long discussed in our household, and he never shied away from showing us kids visual …
Meet your Square Peg, a.k.a., me. I found this photo in my mom's "secret" stash of photos one evening last week. I should tell you that my mother's things--her clothes, perfume, shoes, etc.,--have long fascinated me, which means that since I was little girl, sneaking into her room to see what I could find and …
In July 2005, my family lost my beloved father in death. Naturally, all things suffered because of this loss, which meant my overall desire to do anything. One of those things was writing. Significant because writing has always been my tool for dealing with personal pain; my longstanding avenue for catharsis. But I didn't want to pick …
This Square Peg. 