Blogtober #11: Sundays.

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 …

Blogtober #6: SMH

I made this face four years ago, according to my social media memories. Not much has changed. Same face. Same side eye. Same smh. Been a long day. Nevertheless: onwards.

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 …