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“Why is this happening to ME?” This is my favorite line when things go awry. I make an ugly cry face with it too. I wad up a piece of tissue and dab and snot and dab and snot until that thing is heavy enough to pitch at a Yankees game. What did I do… Continue reading “Your problem is, you think you shouldn’t have any.”
I’ve been living a double life when it comes to my hair. In early July I cut my hair off. All of it. After almost three decades of relaxing my hair into submission it was damaged, broken, uneven, and unsure of what its natural state was. My natural coils sprang from my roots only to… Continue reading I’m a Down-Low Natural
I've been kind of obsessed with Money lately. Not so much acquiring it but more so financial freedom. Managing what I have better. I looked at my credit card recently and thought “What the hell did I buy?” Mostly pastries and coffee according the transactions but I digress. I’m done with that. I want to… Continue reading Thou Coins Art Loosed: Debt free or Bust
Passion without works is dead.
I wonder what his name is. The next one. The silent one. Who can't tell his story. The one whose blood is on the pavement. Who's always a threat. Because of his size. His height. His hoodie. His questions. His youth. Where he lives. Where he doesn't belong. His blackness. The one who has no… Continue reading His name is Alton.
A single mom is not a Dad. We can stop the, "Happy Father's Day to me because I'm doing it on my own." A single mom is a Mother who is handling the responsibility meant for two people, by herself. This is noble, this deserves respect, and should be celebrated...on Mother's Day. A Father is… Continue reading A Single Mom is not a Father
Today, I walked past the church where my husband and I got married almost three years ago. The church is beautiful and I fell in love with it the moment I stumbled upon it walking home from work one evening in 2012. I had to get married there. And we did. I sometimes walk past… Continue reading So, You Want To Be Married?
Are there any original ideas left?
Angry I’m angry. Am I’m delighted. I’ve been chasing anger for miles but it’s always a little faster than me. Always a little farther out. Farther than my resolve. It was less than a year ago I pulled my co-worker into an empty office. Confused. But she was my confidant because she’d been in this… Continue reading I’m Angry. Delightfully so.
Scene: A writer locks himself inside his small studio apartment. He works vigorously on his novel day and night. He pounds away on his typewriter even though we're well into the 21st century. The unpaid bills pile up at the door. He ignores it all; blocks out everything and survives on cereal because his soul… Continue reading In the Absence of Hunger
Athena Hernandez 