why did i get married?

both makes me want to avoid marriage...forever...and to be reborn as a non-black person in some country other than the united states. in "song yet sung" james mcbride uses the visions of a "two-headed" slave to represent his feelings on the current state of black life, and it's not a pretty picture. according to liz, mcbride's character, black men are dressed like boys for their whole lives and black people act like children.

sometimes i watch tyler perry and have nightmares of what my grandmother must be thinking. yikes.

random post?

i'm not sure why i'm posting, but i am. i'm just home from fun after work, contemplating saturday school tomorrow, and i'm okay. okay with my boyfriend being far, far away, okay with my at-work crush being all crushed out, okay with the huge stack of papers awaiting me, okay with students who struggle to be all they can be, okay with the frustration of life right now. okay with my 27-ness. okay.


good, though, is not here right now. maybe later. maybe next week, or next month, or next year. maybe.

it feels good to write again...though i seemed so much wittier, and interesting then, and the prospect of having to court readers again just feels oh-so-difficult...

boo.

buenas noches, world.