“Maybe y’all will dance,” I said. “I’ll just take pictures of you.” As soon as the words left my mouth during a trip with friends in mid-2021, I knew they weren’t true. Those words were familiar and even accurate in years past, but they no longer felt...
The only good thing about reading far fewer books this year than last year is that it was much easier to pick favorites. I only read 30 books in 2020 (compared to 55 in 2019). My mind just wasn’t there this year. Life and work seemed busier too, but...
It was really hard to narrow down this list this year (as you can tell from how I included honorable mentions at the end for the first time). I read some very good books in 2019—55 in all. I’m currently reading number 55, Friday Black by Nana Kwame...
When my mind reaches back to my childhood, I picture small journals with metallic covers. I’ve never been much good at keeping a diary, but 10-year-old me had the most success, and she also started my first blog. When I think of my childhood, I think of Mildred D....
Six months ago, I took my first international trip. I intended to post this shortly after I got back with detailed notes about everywhere we went, but now I have a better idea of what I’d want to document next time. I say that to warn you: this might...
I almost crashed into the guardrail. This wasn’t just any regular rain. I was slipping and sliding down the road under dark gray skies and an extreme downpour, driving all the way across town to pick up a betrayal. I had made this drive more than a hundred times...
Well, I didn’t mean to abandon this blog for months again. And I didn’t mean to come back with yet another post about books, but here we are. I’ve missed “real” writing but haven’t made time for it. Reading is just about all I’ve been...
It was fun to wrap up my thoughts on the blog about what I read last year, so I’m doing it again. I guess I can say 2018 was a better reading year for me because I had more clear favorites than last year. Many of my overall favorites...
I kept replaying those words in my mind hours later. My own words that I couldn’t believe I’d said. The wickedness of the human heart isn’t a new concept to me, but I was still shocked by how mindlessly I’d let those words fly like a...