Don’t know if you noticed from the many photographs of my children, but I’m Black. I know! You were totally clueless, right? Although I don’t talk much about my race within the confines of this blog, I am well aware of the color of my skin and the history of my people. Granted, I could probably stand to become better educated on my culture, but I feel painted into a corner when asked to learn about any one thing. No matter the subject matter.
Throughout my life, I have had the …

Thought I’d switch things up and give a fear that doesn’t necessarily surround the fear of living life. I’m well aware there are other fears out there, so it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t share the spotlight with some of them. Especially since I fall victim to them.
Yesterday afternoon, expecting to pick Mooter up from Aftercare with little fanfare, I was met by her and a host of her friends. She ran to greet me - as she normally does - threw her arms around me, and chanted her …

I have made mention of my Mac envy. When daycare and tuition and the prospect of paying rent and eventually saving up to purchase a house are not sitting on my head like a cement block, I will have my day. The day when I can walk into an Apple store and walk out with more than headphones for an iPod. I was recently introduced to wallpaper for the Mac that can be shared with poor saps like me who are still sitting in the world of PC. That bear …

Sitting at my desk today, plugging away on charts [yawn] and grids [zzzzzzzzzzzzz], I heard the most awesome song. I frequent a radio station of potpourri because my tastes are eclectic at best. What is this awesome song, you ask?

This was circa 1991 and I don’t know what scares me more. That I still love it, or that everything he’s talking about is still relevant.