My short story, Better Than Money,  was recently published in Issue 05 of BRAND Literary Magazine .  Page 93 to be exact.  This is actually the very first time that I have been published.  My first time! I’m no longer just a writer.  I’m an author. HA!  *does happy dance*

BRAND Literary Magazine  contains stories, plays, poems and creative nonfiction.  If you want to read what the corners of my creative mind have thrown together, then you know what to do. Buy the book.  If you want to read more about the BRAND editor, take a peep here at  Nina Rapi. 

I’m an author!  I suppose I’ll have to either start a writing website or add a page on to this one.  What do you think? *does another happy dance*


Professor Chris Knight was suspended by the University of East London after his G20 comment was labeled a ‘threat’.  See Timesonline.

Years ago, when I researched the historical and cultural impact of menstruation, I met the anthropologist, Professor Chris Knight. His research is priceless and is not being produced by any other anthropologist in the world – as far as I know. As a woman, I was happy that someone was finally saying that women and menstruation is the basis for our evolution – and tells how and why.  For his valuable contribution to science, to history, to women and to the world, I offer my support. After getting to know Professor Knight personally, I also offer my support  because he is a decent, kind and good man who seeks a world of fairness for all.  In my book, that is never a bad thing. 

I have just read and signed the online petition:

“Reinstate Chris Knight “

which is hosted on the web by  I personally agree with what this petition says, and I think you might agree, too. If you can spare a moment, please take a look, and consider signing yourself.

If you are on facebook, please join this page

 Thanks for your support in reinstating Professor Chris Knight.

Thank you cyan for keeping me posted.

My sister said this to me.  “You hate men and you are always trying to force your gayness on us.  Your other two sisters think the same way about you.”

Today was the fourth of July and the date of our family reunion and I didn’t go.  My family  thinks it’s because I don’t love them enough.  Instead, I spent the day with three lesbian friends, having dinner and being accepted just as I am.  A person who wasn’t  a shadow of herself.  A person who shared aspects of her life even though it included *gasp* gay people.  A person know by many as somebody good and decent – instead of that ugly thing the church whispers in my family’s ears.

My  sister responded in this way because I informed her that our niece, Cathy had told me she was gay.  This niece is presently attending a religious school, in the closet, and is surrounded by other religious closeted people who behave in atrociously unhealthy ways, including violence.  Besides wanting to show her gay people who don’t t live as if they’re abominations, I was glad of the opportunity to share of myself with a family member. 

I told my sister I would let my niece accompany me to a few upscale places, thinking it was a good thing.  The amount of nasty  that came heaving out of her mouth surprised me.  She claimed she was only being honest.  Her words: “Cathy is lying.  She is not gay and is only saying that because she knows that you are and wants to get attention.”  This was followed by words that meant that I would apparently teach my niece to hate men and force being a lesbian on her.

To say her words hurt is an understatement.

Today was Gay Independence Day from my family.  There will be no more longing for what will never be.

At the time of Micheal’s TV appearance, I was his age, growing up in a small southern town and bumping against rigid racial rules about how the world should operate.  When little Michael and his brothers appeared on TV it was as if a magic wand had been waved.  Every black child I knew got an instantaneous injection of pride.  The feeling that has nothing to do with family and everything to do with being seen through a different lens.   His fame has never been only about the music.  Michael was the key that opened doors that were previously locked tight.  He is/was a history key.

Deepak Chopra has written a tribute to Michael here.

I stumbled across Unapologetic Feminist via Twitter and am glad that I did. *whispers* I didn’t see any value in Twitter before this, so I guess I’m changing my mind.  Check out the movie clip I viewed on her site.


For further information, click here.

How do you feel about the portrayal of women in TV, magazines and music?  Are you offended or do you think its no big deal?

Ok, I cheated and took a hiatus break. 🙂  I just saw a youtube video on facebook posted by (C. Towns) and had to share it.  The little boy in the video is absolutely fantastic.  I wish his thoughts would seep into the heads of the people writing song lyrics and do some house cleaning.  Without further ado, may I present Jonathan McCoy.

What do you think about what he said?  Did his age make a difference in how you received the information?


In case you’re all worried, I’m alive and kicking.  I’m in the midst of two things right now.

1. My bathroom ceilings in my Atlanta place have water damage and mold.  The leak is coming from somewhere in the building and hasn’t been found.  So far, the condo management contact person has done next to nothing to remedy the problem – so I go from being in a rage and sending out massive emails with repair demands to being so stressed out, l I disassociate and go to bed.  This doesn’t happen all the time, but hey, it is a part of my reality.  I’ve also had to postpone my flight back to London and had to purchase/pay for a new airline ticket.  Management sitting on their laurels is costing me a truck load of money.  If they haven’t found the source of the leaks into my ceilings by my new departure date, I don’t really know what to do.  If anyone has dealt with this type of problem and can advise, please do.  Thanks.

2. I am 155 pages behind on my novel edits. *toothy, ferocious snarl*  When I’m not doing drama about those damn moldy ceilings, I’m reading and re-writing.  Can you believe that I’m 155 pages behind?  I can’t and it’s somebody else’s fault. *shakes fist at the air*

 I was trying to catch up on all the TV shows I hadn’t seen since  living in London – while my house rotted and my work went undone.   Since the switch from digital to analog TV, my rabbit ears and I been cut out of the media loop.  Innocent rabbit ears have been discriminated against. *sniffle*   This has forced me to focus my noggin on something else, like editing. 🙂   Anyhoo, I’m glad to be getting back on track.  Until I get 155 pages done of re-phrasing, adding words in, taking words out, washing my thumbs,etc – I will be on a blogging hiatus.  Wish me luck.  Cheers.


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