I can't forget the images from Spike Lee's documentary, in the media, from listening to people's stories. I was in New Orleans earlier in 2005 for a conference on radical women of color organizing. We met in historical Treme --one of the oldest African-American communities in the country, held workshops at the school across the street from the community center, and then marched in streets in
I'm having a flashback. Ten years ago this month, I was crying on the phone to my then-friend Monique. I was worried that I wouldn't get to the airport in time because my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend was late picking me up to get there. We'd been having problems for a long time and taking me to the airport was his way of saying goodbye. The relationship would be over as of that night, and this trip
Time really flies. I can't believe it's been over three months since I've posted anything. It's not for a lack of things to write about, reflect on, or disucss. There's been plenty, and I might be slightly better adjusted had I taken the time to write something, at least a sentence or two. As it is now, its a slow process even writing this little bit. Well, soon I'll choose another template and
