Month: April 2016

In a dream just the other night, I was talking to someone I love but cannot trust. I was asking questions…being vulnerable…and the responses were ambiguous at best, and bullshit at worst. Then, my mother (who died a few years ago) threw open the door to the room I was in. And she threw it … Continue reading Cabbage for Momma

Depends on the day…the alignment of the moon…my feet and their feelings, but some days I don’t want to cook a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g. One would assume I would, given it is my profession. But I’m the first to admit that my family has eaten several meals of those Indian curry packets I can grab for under $5 … Continue reading Ridiculous…

I dated my brother for a year. It’s not as bad as it seems. See, the year my mother allowed me to date, she just so happened to require that my brother, Jermaine (we call him Maine), ride along on every…single…date. Lots of first dates that year. Lots. She was a clever, clever woman. But I … Continue reading Tacos and Brothers…and a bit of self worth talk

“Why don’t somebody just tranquilize his ass so he can shut up?!!” My mother. Laugh. Out. Loud. God, how I miss her… This was one of her comments after Michael Jackson died, and Joe Jackson, his father, was on television saying, in my mother’s opinion, all the wrong things. We were having a barbecue…and I … Continue reading Other People’s Family and Pineapple Tarts