Tribe Called Quest – This Song is My Jam
RIP Phife Dawg. Electric Relaxation was on my Discman on the NYC subway. A Tribe Called Quest will always be on the soundtrack of my life.
My So Called Summer – Pt 2 – Crap Covered Walk Down Memory Lane
I drove 20 hours back to Virginia to reconnect with old friends. The BFF wasn't who I remembered. The old house had other people in it. Crossing into New Jersey I almost had to pull over and fall apart
Step-Mothers Get No Respect: Reflections on the Major Suck that is Step-Parenting
I raised him from age 10 to 18. He went to Navy boot camp. He called twice — once to get his dad's number. I expected a letter. Nothing came. Stepmothers get no respect.
Seeing Double
My coworker got nominated for employee of the month after missing three weeks — possibly for being in jail. I called out for a sick child and got talked about. Same old double standard.
My So Called Summer – Part 1 – Riding the HOV Down Memory Lane
Drove back to Virginia to visit my BFF after a year apart. She'd changed after her stroke. I'd changed after the divorce. Absence did not make the heart grow fonder.
