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What do you complain about the most? I had to really think about it. My life’s not perfect, but I definitely don’t complain… at least not like I used to. The weather is beautiful. The air is clean. People are nice and unhurried. I don’t rush to a job that treats me badly with co-workers…
First, a bit of context. I am a DC native. I am a natural activist; I got it honestly from my Mom who was a shit-stirrer from the age of 15 when she joined the Junior NAACP in southern Maryland where there were “White’s Only” facilities and my Grandfather entered through the back door of…
My name literally means joy: one who brings – great joy and love- to the home. However, for a long time, I haven’t felt joyful. I recall wanting to desperately shrug off my reserved and serious self. She worked well in my career and was the best for getting shit done. But she wasn’t me……
Yesterday morning at approximately 3:30 am my close friend, JJ, died. Cancer was her killer. She beat it once, but it is a greedy fucker that typically returns with a ravenous appetite. JJ or “J Dub” as I called her was my sister. She was a wife, Mother, daughter, Aunt, supervisor and friend to many.…
Mule of the World 