Do you ever meet someone and find yourself quoting Justin Bieber? ‘Immediately no.’ The second you see them, the moment their existence enters your consciousness, your entire body shouts ‘run for your life!’ Usually this activity is limited to your gut, but sometimes all the alarms go off at once. You’ve never met this person … Continue reading I’ll Make a Scene
In ancient times, women were hired to go to the house of someone who recently died and mourn them. They wailed and wept and bemoaned, and I can only imagine how exhausted they must have been at day’s end. The custom continues today, and these women are called moirologists. But sometimes they’re called Your Single Friends. We tend to think our friends are, y’know, friends. We meet people and decide to spend time … Continue reading The Crying Stops Here
When I was in the 4th grade, we had a winter art project. In addition to snowflakes and pine trees, I made a snowman out of construction paper. I’ve never been great at drawing, and the snowman’s nose was nothing more than a triangle. He was a no-frills snowman, but I was proud of my creation. … Continue reading Send It To Snowy
I’VE DONE IT – been out somewhere and saw an interracial couple. What goes through the minds of us who stare? ‘They should be with their own kind’. ‘You want a white girl THAT BAD?’ ‘Somebody’s rebelling’. I’m happy to say I’ve never thought the first one. If you’re dating a human, then you’re with your own kind. I’ll worry when you start checking out pelicans. Continue reading “Why We Stare”
JOYE JOHNSON - Politely Refusing the Kool-Aid 