Love in the time of singletude
Category: Musings
Don’t Wake Me Up
On Tuesday night I saw Lianne La Havas with my mom at The New Parish in Oakland. It's an intimate, bare bones venue, the kind with folding chairs stacked in one corner and a well-worn couch upstairs. It was a funny place to bring your mom, filled with a lot of box braids and leather [...]
I Left My Heart In New York City
I feel revitalized after an amazing weekend in New York. My family agreed to an MLK weekend trip to New York City, mostly because they love me. We saw The Color Purple and Hamilton. Cynthia Erivo's clarion-voiced Celie stopped my heart more times than I can count. This is the third cast I've seen perform The Color Purple, and the [...]
Countdown
My dreams for 2016 are informed by a hodgepodge of influences: coming-of-age montages, moments of sappy-ooey-gooey in romantic indie films, the wonders of female friendship, hashtags including #blackout #melaninonfleek and #blackgirlmagic, and basically all of Pinterest. In 2016 I want to sit on the floor of my empty first apartment, eating Indian delivery and re-watching [...]
Hey What’s Up Hello
On finding harmony between the urban and the urbane.
Wisps
Where did October go? Was it not just June? How is it that a whole year slips by in the space of a breath, yet one minute can last for decades? I am convinced that time is elastic, or, at least, I tell myself it is to find solace from that stubborn "2 months ago" [...]
History Has Its Eyes On You
Musings on race, excellence, and modern American musical theatre
Off-Kilter and Over-full
A few thoughts on harnessing self-love and battling external hate.
Mother’s Day, Belated
This post is a wee bit late, but is it ever the wrong time to praise mothers? My heart aches with all the love I feel on this day. Love for my mother, the only person I've ever shared a heart with. Love for my grandmothers, the one still here and the one with me always, [...]
A Note On April Showers and The Awakening of Spring
Ah, spring. Your playlists gets a little lighter, a little more nostalgic. The flowers are blooming (like the pretty purple buds that put up a good fight on your desk-RIP). Rain trickles from clouds so fluffy you swear they were mashed potatoes in another life. The family of quail that lives in your neighborhood scurries by, little top-feathers [...]
Around the World in 80 Plays 