Last Saturday marked the year anniversary since my grandma died and it was in some ways exactly what I expected. Memories started washing over me as early as the week before, when Facebook reminded me what I was doing the Monday before Memorial Day, 2016. I quickly learned how to adjust that feature’s date range. Continue reading “To hell with what “they” say”
I’m in Oklahoma, and I’m tired, and I barely remember which hotel I stayed at last night.
So much has happened since Selma. Since Atlanta, even. I keep thinking, “there’s not enough time to catch up with everything!” but there would be if I’d just stay the fuck off Facebook.
Is it too late to tap out, and just fly to Vancouver?
Well, I closed my eyes and it’s been over two weeks since I last posted. In that period I wrote a couple of TinyLetters, and threw a whole bunch of photos up on Instagram and drove another 3000 miles. Continue reading “Your fave is HELLA problematic”
Louisville I like you but omg learn how to drive.
It’s been a big week for Hamilton lyrics. When ACHA was pulled from a vote, my timelines were filled with “You don’t have the VOTES” memes
. The day before my visit to Thomas Jefferson’s famous estate in Virginia last Wednesday, I tweeted, “On a scale of 1 to excessively rude, where would suggesting to Monticello docents they play exclusively, ‘What Did I Miss?’ fall?”
Continue reading “Now the work at home (keeps going)…”
I walked into a pub in Gettysburg famished and cold, hoping they had French onion soup on the menu. The Black & Gray had been recommended to me by the hotel receptionist (“They have all these burgers on the menu named after Confederate generals and depending on which one you order, it’ll come with a Confederate or U.S. flag!”). Continue reading “Gifts from the Debs”
I found out about Derek Walcott just after I’d nestled myself into a booth at a Pizza Hut near Lancaster.
Continue reading “Hector was buried near the sea he had loved once.”