Mama's been faking it. I've been in a very bad space lately. Writing this post took nearly two months to accomplish. I have been wrestling with a lot: My mother's death in March. Handling her mismanaged affairs. Tried to go back to work in April. Too soon for several reasons. Got let go from said … Continue reading The Rabbit Hole
I am a native Philadelphian and all-the-way Black. On the heels of the latest racial unrest, I need to throw in my two cents. I am not a millennial; therefore, I can take Starbucks or leave it. I would miss the Passion Tea, but I could totally stay out of a place where employees decide … Continue reading “[Breathing] While Black”
Yesterday--a rainy, yucky Good Friday in Philly--I laid my mother's remains to rest. The interment was short and sweet, and intimate--just me, the funeral director, and the gravedigger. I've seen scenes like that in movies and soap operas, thinking that they were cliché and unrealistic. It used to make me think that people only get … Continue reading It. Is. Finished.
My mother's memorial service was last Friday. The majority of the mourners were current and retired Postal workers. There was music, hugs and kisses, storytelling, and lots of tears. Jenise ministered in dance. Twice. The memorial table was full of pictures and Mom's favorite things. I gave the Family Tribute, standing up to speak on … Continue reading Bye, Mom.
I regret to announce the death of my mother, Geneva McKelton (72), which was pronounced on February 28, 2018. Funeral arrangements are in progress.