That story may be the only thing of worth that I have in my possession. I’ve got a pocket full of change and a shopping cart full of stuff, no past and no future, hardly much of a present… but i’ve got enough integrity left to throw out a diabetic’s poison.
...read more hereI’ve decided to check myself into an institution. Why? Because apparently it’s crazy to think of oneself as superwoman.
...read more hereI hung curtains today. And by “curtains,” I mean two scarves and a bandanna held together with wooden clothespins and draped over an old broomstick perching atop a curtain rod fixture.
...read more hereI paid a visit to the old stomping grounds this morning after I took the little girl to school. This was the neighborhood where I used to live before the Harlem thing happened. I had twenty dollars and a mission. Well, a list of missions.
...read more hereWhat’s amazing to me is how a self-proclaimed germophobe even allowed her bathroom to fall into such outrageous disrepair. Her bathroom that she and her kids use every day. I am a self-proclaimed quasi-slob, and my bathroom has never looked like that at any time in life. But then, when you’re a single working mother, when do you clean the bathroom?
...read more hereThese are the things that clearly at one point in my life were important enough for me to pay to store them. Now that I’ve been without them for fourteen months, I wonder at their usefulness. There are one or two things I don’t even want to look at, because I know that if I even take one look at them, I’ll know instinctively that they’re not worth keeping, and I will have to throw them away.
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