One Week Out
This time next week I won’t he here typing. I will be out in the Philly streets doing shit I have not done in literally years. Before COVID I dispensed with the girlie stuff. Not…
52 Weeks Later
In August of 2019, I hadn’t thought about this date. By January of 2020, I hadn’t thought of this table I am typing on. In my head it was going to be different. As I…
Week In Rearview
I have a thing that I say when I am closing a class or discussion: I understand that you have choices and I am always humbled that you choose me. I am. There is still…
The Kids Are Okay
Issa me I am kids. I am someone’s little girl after all. Right now I am off to a late start, listening to the coffee pot and at the table wondering how many more days…
Letting Go
Did I learn my lesson? I did. The swirling one complimented my maturity in response. I said, thank you, another lesson learned. It is maturity in a way. I can recognize that I made a…