Saying goodbye to the world as I’ve known it. I am not grieving. Grief is done. Watching pain unfold since I was a child, only now acknowledged by the whole world. Imagine being told all your life that your truths are not true, that your struggles don’t exist. “Angry Black Woman” label slapped on me … Continue reading Waking Stream-of-Conscious Rant, Supine Position, Unedited
I feel it settling into my stomach. It's a very familiar churning. I've not had breakfast yet, so it could be that. But I also feel the little beginning of a pounding in my chest - the beginning of what might be a panic attack, if I still had those (I don't, thanks to an … Continue reading Uh Oh, Fear
Well, as long as I'm home I might as well keep working on my goal of becoming an awesome abstract digital art maker. As of about five minutes ago, I'm now down to 1/6 of my clients. This will probably last at least through March. I'll use this time to work toward a possible … Continue reading Unpaid Coronavirus Holiday Art #1
I've missed the sound of rain and what it looks like when it's hitting my windshield and being wiped away and immediately reappearing. It's ironic that, all these years, my brain has never shut off. It's been so full. And yet, in answer to that fullness, I stuff it to the brim with news, music, … Continue reading The Sound of Rain
I'm home today, a surprise day off. I'm home because I'm self-employed and I've lost 2/3 of my clients for the "foreseeable future" because my clients are assisted living communities. Thank you COVID-19. I just came back from a one-week (very expensive) vacation. I went to work for a week and now my work has … Continue reading Yay. Sort of.