The voices of my people are often loud and after a long day of work and school and then more work, no one making the commute home wants to hear the obnoxious squeals from a girl whose jokes aren’t that funny. About a group of five or six young women who were leaving their jobs [...]
Archive for the ‘The South’ Category
Mi Gente centroamericana / Afro-Americano / Inmigrantes
Posted in Central & South America, Culture and 'Ethnicity', Panama, Radical, The South, activist on October 10, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Los Domingos Desayunos
Posted in Sexual/Sensual, Sunday Morning, The South, Writing, love, lust on October 1, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
(Sunday Breakfasts)
Fry me an egg, doll. It’s Sunday morning, after all, and I’m always hungry Sunday mornings. There are little bumps on my stupid face–it’s disgusting because I know I should wash my pillowcases. I look like I am in high school. But then again, I dropped out of high school–so what does that say [...]
Pictures & Photograps
Posted in Journal, MARTA, Photo Blogging, The South on September 29, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
There are many distinctions to be made between MARTA (Atlanta’s public transportation system) and the MTA (New York City’s public transportation system). Surely Atlanta’s won’t be as efficient as they’re not even half as old as MTA. One of the most obvious distinctions for me is the people. Generally, certain types of people ride the [...]
Vacation (The Edge of the storm)
Posted in Journal, Relationships, Road Trips, The South, Vacation, Writing on September 1, 2006 | 1 Comment »
During the six-hour drive I had time to think about what I was vacating in the first place. Was my home not refuge enough from the outside, where the sun beats down on my back every day, tiring me; or where I see faces of the injustices of the world we live in sit next [...]
Pointing Toward The South (©2000, Version 1)
Posted in The South, Writing, week of truth on August 22, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
I woke up to the sound of the Chattahoochee River. It was the last thing I heard the night before. I can’t remember why I left my home in Atlanta but I remembered the smell off the cold morning air. I remember the river and how the cool breeze blew through the back door [...]
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, [...]
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 [...]
Southbound never mind indulgence
Posted in Journal, The South, Writing on July 28, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
The Southside where everything is hotter and more abrasive. Southbound where I have to wait 24 minutes longer than if I were going north. On the Southside there are too many streets that look familiar. On the Southside there are too many houses that remind me of yours. Mostly though, the sound is the same [...]
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 [...]
