Below is a real news clip about a building fire. What I want to know is how the hell do they always manage to find these people (I’m allowed to say that because I’m Black, y’know.)? Do some reporters just go out and find the most dramatically entertaining person–no matter the race–possible? Then of course, [...]
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I can tell from StatCounter (don’t act like you’ve never stalked your metrics) that many of you have been coming back to see if I’ve finally gotten around to posting Part III of my series on emotional/mental infertility and how it affects the Adoption, Loss, and Infertility (ALI) community (here are Part I and Part [...]
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A new job – there is one for which I’ve applied, and my application & résumé have made it through the first hoop. I will have a perpetual case of the BGs until I hear whether or not from the powers that be whether or not seem dope enough to land an interview. Good thoughts in [...]
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Today on Aiming Low, Dresden asked, “Who would play you in the movie version of your life?“ I haven’t thought about this peculiarity recently, but years ago when the show was still popular, I’d have a lot of people tell me that I looked a lot like Cree Summer. Most of you probably just cocked [...]
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I am so lucky to have friends like you guys. I’m glad that I finally said something about my hurt feelings, because my posse once again came through for me. Your hugs and support were felt, and I appreciate them. Sometimes it’s hard to remember (at least for me) that if you could use some [...]
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I’m just putting out there that this is how I’ve been feeling: Even gangstas and rappers can have hurt feelings.I can’t really get into the specifics about the situation, but I feel the need to talk about the general malaise of my heartsickness. It sucks. It’s not just one steely knifed stab wound that will [...]
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This morning while in the closet, I gazed longingly at Frank’s comfortably roomy sweatsuits, and then sighed and resigned myself to wear the teacher-apropos slacks and blouse. Maybe my slacks were maternity pants and perhaps “blouse” is far too dressy a word to apply to the three-sizes too big, button-up, striped sack of fabric, but [...]
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