Straightening Up and Flying Right, Part Deux.

Read Part Un here. That previous post mentioned how, in part, my posture certainly changed when puberty reared her head and pronounced me worthy of her, uh, magnanimous gifts. You get my drift. Things grew, and fast. As I got older, those “gifts” not only added to my terrible posture—honestly, they were the main reason …

A New Mirror.

"Are your characters white?" I looked up at my good friend who had just posed the question and who had just read one of my stories. "Why do you ask?" I replied. "Well, they seem white. How they speak, how they seem. I was just curious." I explained that I rarely thought about race in …

my own grass.

Photo by Akil Mazumder on Pexels.com I once mentioned to a friend that when I see others engaging in milestones in their lives--babies, marriage, etc.--it fills me with yearning because I long for those things myself. Her response: the grass isn't always greener. You know the cliché/adage. But here's the thing about me, and a …

Knowing the Differences.

Just saw this on Pinterest and wanted to share. There are marked differences between positivity, validation, and support versus the opposite of those things. But sometimes it's hard to tell. Well-meaning or not, we've all uttered versions of the comments in the left column. Sharing for myself and all of us.