Days like this remind of one of my favorite novels, Mama Day by Gloria Naylor. I return to it time and time again. It starts on the shores of Africa, a simple breeze among the palms and cassavas, before it’s carried off, tied up with thousands like it, on a strong wave heading due west. … Continue reading →

As a kid, I loved reading about the zodiac. I had my mother’s dogeared copy of Linda Goodman’s sun signs. Are you familiar with it? Are you familiar with it? I read it again and again, looking for clues to understanding myself and others. Did it help? Well, there’s a lot of rubbish in horoscopes. … Continue reading →

In a few days, I have another art show! Shows never feel any less exciting or anxiety inducing, but each time I try to do something different. At my reception, I’ll be giving away new things: bookmarks, stickers, and magic spells. Well, we could call them magic spells for fun or quirky, motivational-esque poems. It’s … Continue reading →

In 1991, I was sitting in a grad school class–something about literary criticism–and one of the guys in the class stated that he wasn’t sexist. He’d never done anything against women, you see. He was a nice guy. This was true. He was a nice guy. I don’t mean that ironically or sarcastically. A young … Continue reading →

  I want to do thousands of things! Maybe you have this problem too? Last night, I was looking for something I’d drawn a while back (see picture above), and I came across unfinished stories, unfinished art, and unused bits and pieces for unfinished projects. So, so many. It’s amazing how many emotions a person … Continue reading →