there are no words for this…this… this feeling i, a black woman, raising a son also black mid nightmare in this unreal this… this… this bullshit i am trayvon’s mother i am jordan’s mother i am michael’s mother i am eric’s mother i am and i have no words not for this this feeling that…
Tag: Writing
PTSD, an improper diagnosis because post is past and this is our present
preamble: discovering breasts under my nightgown was one of the most traumatic experiences of my childhood. from that very moment i was trapped in a world with a constant bombardment of sexual attention so aggression i simply could not breathe. they no longer saw me. the me, i had been. the somersaulting-head-standing-singing-and-climbing-trees-daydreaming me was lost. overnight, i had become flesh…
mark 12:31 (expanded wanda addition to ensure enoughness for all)
Love your neighbor as yourself. There is no commandment greater than these. Here’s the thing… I don’t want you loving me the way you love you with your overstuffed calendars and empty carryout tins I don’t want love that’s squeezed in between teeth whitening and that 3rd Starbucks before car pool I don’t want…
a woman with an issue (sermon from a couch)
there was a woman with an issue. 12 years she lived with a hemorrhage. 12 years, she bleed. all her money spent. no one could tell her why. no one could cure her of the issue. for 12 years, she lived. sick. tired. ostracized. alienated. defiled. broke. defeated. who doesn’t understand this woman. this woman…
wisdom, a bridge
There is wisdom in me when a child is bereaved, lost the i in me takes a backseat as I take over. She is assured. She is control. There is wisdom in me when the mask of illusion claims spaces unearned and another soul cries to be unshackled. There is wisdom in me…
a blizzard, an er, and a praying 4 year old
when my son was 4 years old he had a very bad asthma episode. for a couple of days i had been working with him to get him breathing with regular breathing treatments to no avail. finally, late one night he was wheezing and just so uncomfortable, i told him, “we have to go to…
Wanda’s Rules for Weight Loss: Rule #6 Complacency Will Be The Death of You
You can be cute and fat, but you won’t be healthy. I have spent quite a bit of time in the last 20 years hiding my ‘ass’ets. There have been too big shirts and baggy jeans, stretch pants, sweat pants and skirts with asymmetrical hems. After so many tugs, pulls and spanx I’ve generally been…
winterborn (in memory of vernell d. williams)
i am a woman born in winter when all goes pale and dormant i come alive with new ideas invigorated i pack for unchartered territories within and at times without map or guide wondering where can i go who can i be and where will i land if i just jump from this place of…
fiscal cliff (i say if they feeling froggy, jump!)
most of america lives on the edge of reason standing in the gaps of chicken nuggets fried dreams and houses we can’t heat congress jives us about deficits like we don’t know what its like to make hard choices and still live right we all got our problems and have long since given up the…
decidedly unresolved
i will still be fat in the morning my house will not be free of dustbunnies and no closer to millionairehood then the night before i decidedly resolve to remain unresolved my heart is complicated and at times my thoughts a bit twisted i don’t always make wise choices my scale & bank account attest the…
fearfree living 