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
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.
Jenise and I are Sisters, roommates, and friends. Friends fight. Roommates fight. Sisters absolutely fight. Right now, Jenise and I are in the middle of a perfectly ridiculous fight. And the only reason I'm writing this is because I know that it will piss her off that I'm talking about it online. I know better. … Continue reading Passive-Aggressive Fighting
Yes, I am jumping on this bandwagon. Friday night, Jenise and I went to see Black Panther. I left the theatre feeling like I'd just been to church. Seriously. Let me get this out of the way, first. I saw on my Facebook feed that some people (Black people, because I TRULY don't care how … Continue reading Black Panther: Fan-womaning!