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Elizabeth Alexander’s poem, Race, makes me think of my (great-great?) Aunt Marie Ragin, who passed away long before I was born. She was born and raised in or around Florence, SC. During a family gathering on Mothers’ Day, we …
I know full well that comment sections on the internet are reserved for the worst human beings on earth to be able to speak the pieces that no one will listen to in real life, but I read anyway. Continue reading
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Back in the mid-nineties, when the Kardashian girls were only struggling to be relevant to their father, the E! network used to basically only play entertainment trials, Talk Soup and reruns of old TV shows. My favorite of the bunch …
Planned Parenthood never saved my life. In fact, it almost took it before I even had a chance. Continue reading
In solidarity with Internet Blackout Day, I’m not posting anything tomorrow. There’s no reason to bring up the fact that I haven’t posted anything yet this year, anyway. Work has been a bear. Design/repurposing hiatus until Feb. 1. I’ve got …
While the rest of y’all are bullshitting, I follow through on my New Year’s resolutions. My life cycles kinda follow the calendar year anyway, but I think that’s just my SAD at work. Continue reading
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I have been duped—multiple times over—by Amazon Prime. I’m selfishly unselfishly opening up my free 3-day shipping to the masses… or just the masses who bother to read my stuff. Continue reading
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My Gramma and I bond through cooking. When I travel I bring her crazy spices, which she never uses, but I impress her by making stuff with of them when I come home to visit. Since I ditched her for Nassau last Christmas, I treated her (and the family) to a Bahamian spiced roast and an islandy mango-peach-apricot-orange ham this year. Continue reading
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Am I the only person alive under the age of 40 who knows what Fletcher’s Castoria tastes like? Continue reading
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I haven’t talked to my father in about 8 years. There’s a story, but no major life-crushing reason. Our relationship was always (and I mean this in a COMPLETELY non-creepy way) more similar to what you’d have with a charming yet narcissistic boyfriend than your standard father-daughter one, so I feel comfortable saying I dumped him. That’s pretty much how I roll. Continue reading
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Something about this song never really sat right with me. There are a whole lot of unanswered questions. Continue reading
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Whether you’re filling an advent folder, spinning a dreidel, knitting some Kwanzaa hats or just maxing out your credit card for no particular reason, just enjoy it. Continue reading