I know that I promised non-blog content but if you can’t use your personal corner of the internet to share your many many travel pics and tips, what’s the point? It’s my non-blog (also the people have asked and I like the people).
I am my mother’s daughter and her mother’s blood runs in my veins. I am a product of unconventional traditionalists. If conditioning is preparation, Legacy is simply generational conditioning. True to tradition, I’ve been conditioned to be unconventional.
I learned that meritocracy was rigged early on but it took me years to understand that it was only selectively so. “you have to jump twice as high…” is either told to you kindly as fair warning or thrust upon you suddenly while you’re trying to learn how to jump.
Continue reading “Learning: The Selective Rigging of the Meritocracy”
I’m not competitive or rather I didn’t think I was. OK, I’m not conventionally competitive. I used to confuse worth with superiority: I thought to be valuable to someone, I had to be The Best someone. Ludicrous? Yes. True? Painfully. Let me explain:
“I wish I knew how it would feel to be free I wish I could break all the chains holding me”. I want to be a Renaissance Woman but I’m all tied up. For now I’ll settle for Coffee Talks* (Nina Simone was really on to something) .
Hear me out: this is not a piece about how breakups give you back to yourself (they do). OK, this isn’t only a piece about how they give you back yourself. It’s mostly a treatise on why breakups are the true key to long lasting love.
I am many things: Black, African, a Woman, a writer/doctor and (quite unapologetically) a nerd. The word gets thrown about A LOT. The landscape is changing, and in the process of exploring and explaining this part of my identity (albeit with lots of geeking out) I hope to convince you by the end of this that you’re a nerd too
Continue reading “The Nerds Shall Inherit the Earth Part I: Origins”
I like mildly boring sometimes practical interestingly-made (often brown) cute shoes. We’re going to take a walk through my shoe (closet) and true to form, this is not a fashion Non-Blog.
This second edition is a throwback. As always the objective is clear: platonic friendships can be formative and meaningful and deserve more than the secondary (or placeholder) position that they tend to occupy. Every other week I attempt to undo this injustice one anonymous letter at a time.
Continue reading “Friendship LoveLetters: Throwback edition”
This front line thing is heavy. If I could do it again, I’d enlist a therapist from day one. It’s like a front row seat to a slow motion fall.
We all start as relatively normal people with initially very normal reactions to decidedly abnormal stuff. Here, I try to map those changes through a series of snapshots to try make sense of it all.
Collaborative Eavesdropping 