Standing on the porch, across from the Blue Ribbon factory,
up on the Ave,
I am, free as a bird, watching the cars go by.
The rush hour crowd is put on pause, as it waits for the light at the corner to
change.
They seem so lonely,
But are trying to look unbothered.
One checks her make-up.
One is keeping his nose clean.
One turns, looks at me,
I look back, and wave.
Stanley, with the long blond hair, from Jimmy’s hot dog stand down the block, cruises up, he too is waiting for the light. Car window open…
The death of George Floyd is really terrifying, but what is worst, is people watched it, filmed it, and did nothing. This is like a Turkish cartoon that I saw, where a couple sees a house on fire and the husband asks the wife, “Did you call the fire department? “No, I posted it on Twitter,” she replied.
Similarly, we, who witness these crimes, are pretending, as if hashtags and the social media protest of those who have no real experience living as an African American in the day-to-day structural violence of a white supremacist society can really affect change…
For my small, but magnificent group of followers and editors, commenters and clappers. I just wanted to write a note of thanks. For those who gave me a boost by with your claps, your highlights, and especially your comments, I must say a long overdue, Thank You ❤. I really appreciate you all for taking the time to tap out a little love and joy, even when you don’t agree, with me, it is all good.
You make me grow and learn. I am so honored to be in your circle. To my first commenter, Jean Carfantan, your comment was…
I guess you can tell from my picture that I am …… fill in the blanks. It’s ok. I don’t mind. Now, let me tell you the real deal.
I didn’t drink coffee until I was 26 years old, I am a mother of two girls and two boys. I love all things Turkish, some things Arabic, give me any language and I will try it. Oh, and, I am Muslim, all day ev’ry day.
Also, I am a journalist and former writer at the National Newspaper in Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates.
No. I am not Arab. I am…
Fugitives, devious specters, bumbling fools, and utter failures. These are some of the latest depictions of mothers in film and media, and now it looks it has seeped into everyday life.
The recent New York Times article, the Primal Scream, is about women who are stuck at home with their kids, as a result of the pandemic. For some, they are meeting their children and husbands for the first time, and they at their wits’ end. It is a great couple of essays, however, there is too much focus on the bad side of mommyhood.
From the screaming voice messages…
The founding fathers understood, that they majority of everyday folks were to have a direct vote it would lead to chaos. and here we are in the thick of such madness, that they knew would happen. So, when Trump stood up to the plate, why couldn’t have similar foresight?
After watching the debate, I had to admit, between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump. The even had more underhanded tactics than a roller derby with the ‘Bill Clinton sexual harassment victims,’ touted out to embarrass Hilary, to Trumps brazen name calling and mudslinging. Clinton tried to hit back, but she couldn’t…
We live in scary times. First, it was the pandemic, terrible images of it coming out of Wuhan, the mystery surrounding its origin, doctors and nurses clad in so much protective gear, the had to write the names on their backs, just to identify, and the dead dumped in mass graves. Haven’t we seen this before in Contagion? However, this time, it’s not a movie, it’s for real.
Angry anti-maskers have outlasted even the Black Lives Matter protests, but this had led to more infections and instead of recognizing this as health and safety issue, they have turned it into…
The Video Opens:
I see you.
Hair: glossy, and done up.
Eyeliner: black, shiny, and sleek;
transforming an instrument of vision
into a mystical charm.
You can’t see me.
I am down here in the comments, the claps, the suggestion box.
I’m words on a screen-a like, a check, a heart, a fan, a follower, a cheerleader, tapping out, “You got this, Boo. You can do it.”
I could be that annoying troll that just won’t leave you alone. …
I study people, society, and I write about things that touch my heart. Essayist, Poet, and Commentary writer.