My instinct is still to call my grandma to clarify points about our family history. Did her great-great grandfather settle his farm in the late 1800s? If his first daughter was born in 1916, that hardly seems correct.
Every time I remember I can no longer check with her, it’s as though someone has punched me directly in the chest.
I stayed home today because the fact that I needed to consolidate a few things was starting to wear on me, and I have a busy weekend ahead, and possibly won’t find the time to handle my business. Continue reading ““But DMX doesn’t have any protest songs””
How do you condense 13 years of your life into a small enough space it’ll fit in the back of a car you don’t have, yet?
It’s Black History Month! And Trump’s a racist!
I spend too much time on Twitter and this morning ran across the transcript of Trump’s Black History Month remarks. He referred to the breakfast as “our little breakfast, our little get-together,” first of all.
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