The “About Me” Post — *Updated January 09, 2022 Iam an open book with a tired spine — is what I typically say nowadays. No, but really . . . If you ever truly want to know something about me, simply ask. If I feel comfortable enough to disclose it, I will. If I don’t…

A free verse poem — I am in tune — my body connects with my soul as I rolled around the skating rink. Life has a funny way of bringing you back full circle — to where you should have been a decade ago, but here you are now ... ready to dive into a pastime and you cannot remember why…

Phase III: Re-learning what my hair can do — I know I have said this before but I will say it again, I love this process! I dove headfirst into this journey knowing it would be a tedious one. However, it is proving to be so fulfilling as well. …

A mashup of late-night poetry series Part II — A friendly reminder I am not living for you. You don’t have to love me. You can just leave me. I’ll still live without you. I Am Who I Am I didn’t ask to be anything to you that you don’t want me to be. I can only be ME. I hope you will be YOU. Tina (a senryu…

Jernee and my mom: two peas in a pod — My mom is visiting for the weekend, and below is just a short clip from yesterday — Jernee intently staring directly at me because she wanted some of what my mom was preparing to eat, which she could NOT have–sloppy joes! When these two get together, a barrel of laughs…

A mashup of late-night poetry series — Missed Miss I thought about the kids the other day; miss them more than words can say. Miss you more than I’m supposed to say. Who came up with pushing love to the back burner when love will always shuffle its way back to the front? I miss the taste of your tongue blending…

How I am transitioning to homemade dog food for Jernee — Recently, I began cooking Jernee’s dog food after dealing with several middle-of-the-night races down three flights of stairs to get my baby the relief she needed from her bowels. Waking up at the asscrack of dawn to ensure your dog does not spew bubble gut juices all over your bedroom…

An audio lamentation — Another day of love for lovers is here, and I am unbothered by the frenzy and unfulfilled purposed people struggling to find the best gifts for others they half love Monday through Thursday, and find themselves wanting to be rid of by Friday…