- 10:27 am
Remiss….
I’m sorry to have been so quiet for so long. I have just been living life, trying to interpret life, figuring out life….it’s been a lot. But never think I have forgotten about you. I think of you every day and feel guilty that I am not letting you know what’s up with me.
Right now I am going through it. Such is life, I guess. My Vanzant book reminds me that hard times do not that mean “good” no longer exists. The “bad” is always trying to make us think that the “good” has gone away. But I must be patient. And steady and constant. It’s hard. I feel like I’ve been trudging uphill for quite some time now. But the rewards to be reaped are that much sweeter right? There’s no way that this is meant to be my life.
So I am just keeping on. Trying to keep my head up and move forward. And look for the new things, the strange things. Trying not to be afraid of growth. Or sorrow. Or living.
Only God knows how I’m doing so far.
- 7:14 am - Tue, Jul 13, 2010
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After all, what was adult life but one moment of weakness piled on top of another? Most people just fell in line like obedient little children, doing exactly what society expected of them at any given moment, all the while pretending that they’d actually made some sort of choice.
- 7:11 am
I know it hurts my family that I no longer attend church, but how could I support this institution when so many allegations of sexual abuse were swept under the rug? The Roman Catholic church has abused its people time and time again. So forgive me if I refuse to worship in such a community. I know God. I can establish my own lines of communication.
- 12:26 pm - Thu, Jul 8, 2010
I love looking at the Obama’s together. Don’t you just get the impression that they are hot & steamy for each other? I love it- breath of fresh air that this country (& the White House) needed!
- 12:22 pm - Wed, Jul 7, 2010
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Hot summer days like this remind me of childhood when my mother would make me go to the mall. My mom believed in going shopping infrequently and spending the whole day there. this is back in the day, before the Roosevelt Field mall looked like what it does today (for all you Long Island connoseurs). She would refuse to visit the food court, so we would go to the hot car and drink Satan temperature water/soda from the green cooler. Ahhh, the memories!
- 7:42 am - Sat, Jun 5, 2010
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I mean, the not-so-secret ace in the hole for continuing to be sexist has long been, “I can’t help it! I’m made this way!” Like, the “dudes are inherently vulgar and stupid and hump everything and just basically are like dogs who can talk, be glad they’re not chewing on the furniture and pissing on the carpet” card, which I don’t understand why men keep playing. Men say TERRIBLE SHIT about themselves all the time, frequently on ladysites where they are The One Dude Who Tells Everyone What All Dudes Are Like, but they don’t seem to recognize how much they downplay their own abilities. Or they do, but it’s an excuse. Like, embracing a shitty version of manhood is a way to defend yourself when someone points out that you, specifically, are being a shitty person.
- 7:39 am
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In short, wealth begets wealth, and the lack of wealth perpetuates the same. Black families — who save at the same rate as white families — have less money to pay for college tuition, less money to invest in business and less money to tide them through rough times. ‘The gap is opportunity denied and assures racial economic inequality for the next generation,’ Mr. Shapiro notes.
- 7:36 am
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We’re in a country where white is considered normative; it’s a country where white writers are simply writers, and writers of Latino descent are Latino writers. This is an issue whose roots are deeper than just the publishing community or how an artist wants to self-designate. It’s about the way the U.S. wants to view itself and how it engineers otherness in people of color and, by doing so, props up white privilege. I try to battle the forces that seek to “other” people of color and promote white supremacy. But I also have no interest in being a “writer,” either, shorn from all my connections and communities. I’m a Dominican writer, a writer of African descent, and whether or not anyone else wants to admit it, I know also that Stephen King and Jonathan Franzen are white writers. The problem isn’t in labeling writers by their color or their ethnic group; the problem is that one group organizes things so that everyone else gets these labels but not it. No, not it.
- 12:33 am - Fri, Jun 4, 2010
Someday you’ll be married, and at first it’ll be a bed of roses, and then the humdrum starts in and you forget to do the small things that made the person fall in love with you in the first place. You stop saying good morning, and picking up his shoes when he forgets to take them to the closet, and bringing home the one special kind of Dairy Queen he likes. After all, it’s out of your way and you’re in a hurry. When he says, Do you want to take a bike ride after supper? you say no because you’ve had a rough day and you don’t stop to realize that if you’d gone with him it would have made your day a little better. And when he takes a shower before bed, you roll over and pretend to be asleep already because, believe it or not, you begin to consider sex work. You stop doing these things, and then the other one stops doing them, and pretty soon you’re substituting critisicm for praise, and giving orders instead of making requests, and letting sex fall by the wayside, and in no time at all the whole marriage falls apart.
Bygones by LaVyrle Spencer
- 10:30 am
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I have forgotten to comment on this for a while…what a stupid move! I am from the Northeast and I even I know that no one wants to go somewhere cold for the superbowl…do you know how cold it can get in the tri-state in February? Idiotic move!
