Like A Nocturnal Racoon
When I first thought about writing this I thought I would begin with loss. I recall the first time I had to recover and rebuild. It was after Kimball St. I recall finally meeting the…
Sunday Service……Ends
A new opportunity awaits so I am taking a break from laundry and packing to end Sunday Service. This series is unique to the city and that is no longer my reality. I didn’t anticipate…
Pussy Nigga
It’s okay to admit that you are tired…..or so they say. I don’t think that is the case for me or I would have said it long ago. For longer than I care to admit…
Resolution or Revolution
One of the things about the uptick in ‘visitors’ and this moment in the story of Nicole is that things float to the surface I did not expect. I still have pages that exist here…
Ground Zero
I honestly don’t know what to type here. I know what I should type, but what I should and what I will are very different. I am in a moment where I have to examine…