April 25, 2024

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A Bucket of Memories

Making this ‘arrangement’ brought back memories of being a girl and being sent to the yard with clippers to cut flowers for my grandmother. My mother did some of this as...

Muneqita Linda

Dayo when I showed him this pic (with adoration in his voice): Mami, how could you not have been the golden child in this family? You’re so beautiful… way prettier than...

Proof of Life

I am still here, but in a massive amount of flux. I have pond jumped, am in open warfare with a supervillain, and managing and processing bureaucrats and flying monkeys...

What Do You See Me Do?

Mami: Dayo, when you see me in conflict, what do you see me do? Dayo (immediately): You never debase yourself. Mami: And? Dayo: You never compromise your morals or...

Fright, Fight & Flight

When my mother physically attacked me in 2011, one week before my 37th birthday, the trigger was me calling her a hypocrite. Funny how malignant narcissists really don’t...