A few nights ago I took my first bath in my very own apartment. I did it, as I had warned and warned I would. Atlanta is the New York City of the south. Being a New Yorker I can tell you there is no real comparison between the two cities, but this is the most [...]
Archive for the ‘Memories’ Category
My Very Own Space
Posted in Journal, Memories, Writing, love on July 24, 2007 | 1 Comment »
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 »
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 [...]
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 [...]
She sits in my bedroom at my house in Atlanta. We lay together, my arms are wrapped around her and we laugh and she cries at the same time. She has never been here before. Since 2000 Georgia has been my home. She called me on Thursday, “I’m pregnant,” she said. “Six months,” and I [...]
Remembering II: Snapshots (Cuando nos vamos, adonde va las fronteras?)
Posted in Central & South America, Journal, Memories, Panama, family on September 17, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
One day I will write in detail about what it was like growing up in Drew Hamilton Projects in Harlem, N.Y. It was an experience I would not have traded with any other kid in the world and I learned more about life and the cultural experience of humans in my old neighborhood than I [...]
Unyielding Flames (para mi amor)
Posted in Lovers, Memories, Sexual/Sensual on September 10, 2006 | 2 Comments »
I remember the candle light in the coffee bean candle, and how the soft light reflected against the white walls in his open bedroom. When we had both risen and fallen, he’d gather himself up and quietly slip out of bed. He would walk to the kitchen just a few feet away from the [...]
