Passive Aggression

Photo: I bought this beautiful salmon at Wegmans today on a whim and was totally delighted and surprised by how totally fresh it was when I brought it home. Good fresh fish should smell like the ocean when you unwrap it, and this salmon smelled like the Outer Banks on a perfectly clear day. It…

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Hands and Hearts and Minds

Photo: Two little boys with cute little bunny Lady. We learned a lot about bunnies today thanks to a kind friend who has an incredible talent for engaging and encouraging children. A little bit of comfort and distraction, a whole lot of warmth and care. To open your door in welcome and give a bit…

The Value of Life

  Because I was a transfer student to UMBC, my first days of orientation were spent doing different activities than the freshmen, and I ended up at different mixers with other older students. One of those mixers would fundamentally change my undergraduate experience and probably the trajectory of my life. I was one of two…

Not One Bit Surprised

Warning: I do not believe in censoring what most call “the N-word.” I think that censoring it gives it more power and, in this space anyway, I refuse to do it. If you simply cannot handle it, please feel free to skip today’s post. I’ll see you for Quiet Thoughts. If you’re cool, then read on….

Lean in? Take off? Just Another Day.

Photo: The best kind of playground is the playground we get all to ourselves.  Minor and I got to do whatever we wanted without any interference from other kiddos. Mostly this meant that Minor could be brave and try new things without an audience: so we practiced pumping on the swing, climbing a ladder that…

A Nation of Neither Angels nor Demons

Photo: My very good friend is a local glass artisan. Tracy makes a lot of beautiful work, but I think I love her acorns most of all. After Grandy passed away, she presented me with this one. Teal was always Grandy’s color and whenever I see it, I think of her. I have this one…

[Quiet Thoughts] Light Against the Darkness

Non-photo: It just wasn’t a week to take pictures, Dear Reader. But stay tuned next week. I’ve got a little surprise for you…   I had a moment in my car. I find that grief comes most acutely in the silent moments, alone and in my head. I was parked in front of my house,…

Talk Less, [Listen] More…

  So, it’s Wednesday, and Wednesdays are the crazy day of the week. The ultimate destination is guitar after school, which used to be a semi-relaxing time to sit and breathe after a long day. Post-election, the lady in charge who sits at the front desk, has needed to talk. And, as I explained last week…

"One Bad Dude"

I’m so glad that people are taking a look at this beautifully written post. I want to emphasize that this is a re-blog. I didn’t write it. Afroculinaria is a blog I’ve followed for a long time. Michael is phenomenal, a special sort of person in the world. I hope you will read about his work…

[Quiet Thoughts] Where I'll Be

Photo: I’m making a ragdoll for the adopted daughter of one of my friends. The cotton I’m making her from, the perfect tone to match her skin (and mine) is named “soil brown.” I gasped when I read it on the spool in the store, even seethed a little. My reader/writer’s mind quickly reminded me…