I went to the opening of Fiber| A Tribute to Black Femininity at the Orange Mound Gallery last night. It was a fantastic event and a great opportunity to see familiar faces again. It has been a while since I have done anything truly social–excluding the dating auction and we are definitely excluding the datingContinue reading “The Gollum Life – I”
Original Meaning: Broken bench In 16th century Italy when a merchant could not pay their debts, the bailiffs would publicly destroy the merchant’s bench so he could not do business any longer. It was considered financial and social death.
Good writing is about the work, not the writer.
A friend of mine posted the following on Facebook: “Grab the nearest book. Flip to page 117. The second sentence. This is your life in 2017.” The first book I grabbed was Shrunk & White’s Elements of Style, which is only 85 pages, so I looked to the right and pulled Dorothea Brande’s Becoming a Writer fromContinue reading “2017 by the Book”
I get out of my car and open the truck to retrieve the first draft I want to review while at the doctor’s office. As I close it, a sister in a blue shirt and jeans walking down the street flags me down. “Hey” she said, as I take my headphones out of my ears.Continue reading “Thanks Sista”
Dear Memphis, Please accept my deepest and sincerest apology for the discomfort and inconvenience I will probably cause you by doing the speed limit and only the speed limit on the streets and highways of our fair city moving forward. I got a speeding ticket last night, and I accept responsibility for it. Since moving here,Continue reading “Driving Ms. Eryka”
It’s Prince’s birthday today and my official mourning period is over. It’s time to start writing publicly again. There is much work to be done. be free Eryka
Prince died Thursday. I thought it was a silly rumor at first, but when the Associated Press confirmed it well, you have to believe it then, right? Aside from the standard tears, shock, and disbelief, I felt like I had swallowed a millstone. I slept most of the day. Something was off. I just couldn’t deal. The next morning, IContinue reading “Prince: The Touchstone”
Hey, Here are some pictures I took over the last few days. I was struck by the complex beauty of rusting objects. Like life, beauty is everywhere; even in the discarded and neglected. Be free. Freeheart
Standing before Eudora’s books, on Eudora’s sleeping porch, in Eudora’s house I saw the truth of my life.