I had a happy childhood. We were poor (and I didn’t know it) but most of memories from childhood (minus some dark and damaging secrets which I will write about at another time) are ones that bring a smile to my face. I am the middle child. My parents had three girls. Jessica, Jennifer (me) and [...]
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Somos Latinos I
Posted in Central & South America, Immigrants, Latino, Memories, New York City, Panama, Writing, black people, family, grandma on June 18, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Introducing: Shawaquatema Shareesha Jones
Posted in Culture and 'Ethnicity', Funny, Humor, Memories, anarchist babies, black folk, black people on November 21, 2006 | 2 Comments »
I have an alter-ego. Before now, I have not introduced her to the world of the Internet. However, I feel it is time to let her free from my mind. This is not a joke. Her name is Shawaquatema Shareesha Jones. My name is Jennifer A_______. I grew up in Harlem (NYC) in the mid-80s through the 90’s–a [...]
Never been partial to southern men/On Ponce
Posted in Funny, Humor, MARTA, The South, Writing, black folk, black people, week of truth on August 18, 2006 | 1 Comment »
Saturday night plans change quickly when they are not concrete. Dancing, movies, live music, staying in trying to convince myself to write, starting weekly column at 12midnight because they’re due Sunday at 3p.m. even though I’ve had all week. I am my sister’s fallback company for concerts because I rock (oh, wait a minute, [...]
Grandma’s advice on men
Posted in Funny, Humor, Writing, black folk, black people, family, grandma on August 8, 2006 | 3 Comments »
Sidenote: Sade can sing to any facet of love or inadequacy.
Above is a picture of my grandmother wearing my blue wig. She never even knew we put it on her. She is 75 years old now and in the early stages of Alzheimer’s. She has six daughters. She has twelve grandchildren and four great-grandchildren. She [...]
Ella esta enferma/A mountain of grits
Posted in Journal, The South, Writing, black folk, black people, family on August 1, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
I always knew that my sister was sick. The three of us were never close as children. Perhaps it was because we were all six years apart. (She and I are seven years apart; my younger sister and I are five years apart.) My mother told me stories of how her first born was the [...]
Why i like the south
Posted in Journal, Society & Culture, The South, Writing, black folk, black people on July 25, 2006 | 3 Comments »
Cornbread baked in ole’ black skillets, collard greens with fat back juice in ‘em, black eyed peas, the fact that every vegetable is overcooked, can be creamed, and has pieces of meat in it. Squash casserole, fried okra, biscuits with gravy in da mornin’. All of the beautiful faces on see on MARTA everyday. The [...]
