Look at this ‘lil Square Peg. Taking you back to the early 80s, Accra, Ghana, about 4 years old, wearing a shirt declaring my birth pecking order. Happy throwing it all the way back Jeudi. (Thursday en français)
Blogtober #1: And Away We Go…
Blogging all 31 days of my favorite month. Can she do it? We've done it before, so hopefully, we shall do it again. (For past Blogtobers, shimmy over to the search feature and read up, if you like.) What Blogtober means for you, my dear reader: Photo by OVAN on Pexels.com Expect 31 days of …
Blogtober #11: Throwback FallDay
For this Throwback Thursday FallDay, a poem I wrote embodying our recurring theme: The Fall There’s a crack in your sweet autumn heart. Gone are the crisp nights and burgundy leaves that filtered through– now your heart bears dust, ashes, and the hard soil of the ground. I wanted to kiss that heart; now I …
nope. can’t do it.
When I was a senior in high school, I did something that defied all the parameters of shy girl status: I auditioned for a musical in my high school. *cue shock* Yes, your Square Peg, who enjoyed life behind the shadows, who always volunteered to be the narrator (and when she wrote her own stuff …
“…wings of her own.”
I wrote this poem seven years ago. Bon Throwback Thursday. Mrs. Birdman When he finally lands, the odds are that she’ll be waiting for him by the riverside. He’ll tell marvelous tales of the sweet air up there, of racing with skylarks and ravens, that near-miss with the eagle… She’ll tell him that Billy …
Throwback Thursday: The Scowler.
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 …
would you like a magazine?
When I was a teenager, the answer to that question would have been yes, yes, a thousand times, yes. Back then, I was a connoisseur of all things glossy reading materials: the goal was to spend every bit of my pocket money (the African parent's version of allowance) on any magazine I could feast my eyes …
Elegant? Why, Thank You. (Fabu Fashion TBT)
Hey, y'all. On Monday of this week, I wore a pencil skirt that I snagged from Nordstrom Rack (they built one by my house, so I officially bid all my money goodbye) and a peplum top that I've had for a million years. (Last Monday; therein lies the tbt.) I didn't even think about it. …
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The Brit Baby
I have memories of sitting in the living room with my Mom and siblings and laughing uproariously as we watched episodes of Benny Hill. Never mind that there was plenty of innuendo in that rascal's old show, 100 percent of which not one of us kids understood--other than loving the zany music and physical comedy, it was all …
Mr. Pitt.
Not this Mr. Pitt. This one. I'll refrain from typing too many adjectives about him or going too far with this. Just know that I fell in love with him when I was 15. It was during this scene …
This Square Peg. 