Growing up, we enjoyed an interesting variety of tv shows in my household. My Dad was a big lover of classic comedies and shows, which meant plenty of I Love Lucy and Leave It to Beaver. And oh, the sitcoms. Too Close for Comfort, Three’s Company, 227. My mom, on the other hand, introduced us …
why it hurts so much.
Mothers and fathers and daughters and wives. Families. Children. Lost in an instant. At the end of the day, this is why it's so heart-wrenching. Why it's unreal. Why it hurts so much. Why it's inspired such an outpouring of grief. Why I can't stop thinking about it, shedding tears over it, grieving, imagining the …
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 …
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If you've been here for a while or recently stopped by to take a look at my little corner of the Internet, you know that I am Ghana-born, partially Ghana-raised, birthed by a Ghanaian woman and man, product of Ghanaian ancestry. Honestly, I've never wondered if there was anything else in my blood. I just …
here.
Yes, I moved. Yes, I hitched up my lady pantaloons and made the decision to start over with new people, new new places, and new things. Yes, I wept when leaving my mother, my brothers, and my sister. Yes, I continued to weep on and off days after arriving in the Dallas area (specifically Carrollton) and …
Give Me the Panic Attack with a Side of Nervous Breakdown. And a Diet Coke.
If you'd like to order that particular meal/psychotic break, attempt to clean up Chernobyl your room and simultaneously pack up your life for a move across several states. I started this week. Let's just say that my mother and sister had to repeatedly tell me to calm down. Like stop from taking a swan dive from …
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just beautiful.
https://youtu.be/otUJzNtRPhw My grandmother was hearing-impaired. I have memories of standing in the corner, breathless and amazed, as I watched she and my mother sign to one another. This brief video touched me because it took me to that memory. It also spoke to the simple beauty and emotion of a hearing-impaired individual going through his day, doing …
Blogtober (Redux) #29: Packing Lessons
Admittedly, I don't have much panache (or patience) when it comes to packing for trips. Maybe the process reminds me too much of moving, which I once did three times in a year and nearly had to report to a your neighborhood mental health hospital to recuperate from the stress of it all. Maybe it's …
Several Things African Mothers are Not Here For.*
(*Or, rather specifically, my African mother) Discussing anything having to do with shaving or other such topics with your adolescent, hirsute daughter, leading her to make the type of mistakes and gaffes that defy description. The idea that Idris Elba possesses any kind of good looks and responding to statements of that vein with comments such as, …
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This Square Peg. 