Oh, Pinterest. An abundance of lovely goals that likely will never see the light of day. Nevertheless, this year, I'd like to spruce up my place with an autumn theme. Because why not? Some of the ideas running around in my head: All images derived from Pinterest. Onwards and Autumn-wards...
Blogtober #3: How to Enjoy Autumn, Wherever You Are.
Because some of us don't live in areas where we get to breathe in the vivid fall colors and hues and wear snazzy peacoats and wear booties and close our eyes as the crisp breeze surrounds us like an old, trusted friend. Some of us live in Texas. Or Alabama. Or Florida. Or...the Virgin Islands. …
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Because Solange.
Okay, dear Reader, you know I cut my hair. Well, I cut it again. And again. After the first cut, I went back to my stylist and asked for another cut, to even things out, and to color it, as well, since the gray hairs were like all these changes are making us nervous so …
Monday Allergies and Bons Weekends.
I'm seriously considering seeking out an allergist. I can't handle the first day of the week, y'all. Like I seriously cannot. I fidget. I have mental hives. I nearly itch. I literally lay in bed and rally against waking up, as if Monday is standing beside my bed with her arms crossed and an annoyed, …
World. Class. Chocolate.
Danai and Lupita. Okoye and Nakia. Africa and Africa. New Muse and Still Muse. World Class Chocolate and World Class Chocolate. When I was a little growing brown girl, I saw women of color in my home, in my community, among my relatives. But I didn't realize that representation outside of that nexus was important …
real talk.
Life will stink. Life will get messy. People will let you down. Friends will shut you out. Work will feel like a jackhammer. Creativity will be stifled. Love will be slow. Time will lag. Dreams will remain dreams and not the reality you want. You will look in the mirror and not like what you …
Autumn Promises. (#3)
Dear Autumn, I promise not to blame you for not being the traditional you in a state where it's summer year-round. It's not your fault that heat lives in every tiny corner in this lone star state. (And I've been promised at least 70-degree days, even if the leaves won't wholly turn, so I'll take it.) …
when they met.
If you haven't heard, a total solar eclipse took place yesterday, August 21. Pretty historical stuff. I was excited beyond words, not necessarily because of the historicity of it or the celestial phenomenon, per se. I, This Square Peg, a writer of words and a purveyor of poetry, have used the moon as an allegorical …
speechless.
Writing fiction has been a no-go, party people. And I miss writing fiction. Yes, I've written some poems quite recently (here and here, if you feel like reminiscing), but I am 100 percent a writer, lover, and creator of fiction. I don't exactly know what's going on. Let's think it through: Is it because I …
National Poetry Month: Les Poèmes Finaux (#28,29,30)
The final three poems. It's been wonderful sharing this poetic April with you. Whether it was something I wrote or a classic, beloved piece, I was reminded of my enduring love of poetry, and I hope you were, too. Sometimes we moved in sync with the month, sometimes pieces came at you in bulk, like today. …
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This Square Peg. 