ArchiveJanuary 2021

January Comics

1-4-21 Nate Bargatze – 1-5-21 Gina Yashere – 1-6-21 Matt Falk – 1-8-21 Andrew Santino – 1-11-21 Brian Regan – 1-12-21 Iliza Shlesinger – 1-13-21 Andy Forrester – 1-14-21 Joan Rivers – 1-15-21 Heath...

Growing Pains

Tomorrow my baby, Paige, turns nine years old. Nine – So much less round than eight. It sounds too old when I say it, so today I begged for her to just let me pay her to stay eight for one more year. “I don’t think that’s even possible,” she...

Knowing My Place

The store front window was coated in decades worth of coal soot. It was a deliberate aesthetic. Upon entry patrons were greeted with warped clapboard floors, smoke tinged paint that bubbled and cracked and two scales that for a penny would tell your...

Captivated by Poetic “Just-us”

For a few minutes on Wednesday, January 20, 2021, the whole world paused and breathed in a breath of provocative introspection. Divisive narratives and dueling partisan diatribes were silenced by poetic words of justice, truth and light. And just...

Moving on from the Minivan

I got a new car this weekend. It really was far beyond time, being that the entire back trunk panel of the van I had been driving had fallen off on the inside right into my hands, and the windshield was cracked, and the sliding doors no longer would...

Knowing and Doing

My parents were raging opiate addicts. They both went to prison when I was in high school. My grandmother adopted my younger siblings and me, but there were considerable emotional and financial strains on all of us. We had to rely on food stamps to...

Cue the Sun

According to Wikipedia, truth is the property of being in accord with fact or reality. In everyday language, truth is typically ascribed to things that aim to represent reality or otherwise correspond to it, such as beliefs, propositions, and...

The Mirror

I hear the voices saying this attack on the capitol was because those people felt like their voices were not being heard. It brings to me the remembrance the voice of black people mourning those of them killed, or unjustly arrested. I ask you to...

A Jar of Love

Until she died, my mama, when she was in a good way at least, would either sneak into my bedroom or call me in the early morning hours of January 9 and say,  “Good Morning, pumpkin! It’s 5:52 a.m. and that’s my favorite minute because that’s the...

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