LET. ME. IN.
“Hello, may I please speak to Kadisha?” I said over the telephone, in an anxious tone that I learned watching TV. I was in 5th grade, and I wish it were Kadisha, my first biggest crush, that picked up the phone. But instead, it was her Mom. “SHE’S NOT HERE – WHO’S THIS?!” – Momma Kadisha said emphatically. –CLICK. I hung up, to scared to respond.
This was my first time experiencing a bouncer. For all you club-goers, you know what that is, in terms of …
THE TOOLS ARE THERE. RESEARCH, IF YOU DARE.
A walk in the park, metaphorically and literally, don’t go hand-in-hand with research. Sitting down somewhere on a bench? That’s a different story. Enter the wonderful, yet tedious world of research. It’s simply and succinctly defined as, “to search or search again.”
The initial search, without the “re,” is like scratching the surface; we stumble upon a word, a historical figure that withstood the test of the time, or came across an idea and concept that’s foreign to you from before. Research …
MAN OF THE YEAR.
“We go to church at quarter eleven,” my Dad announced, with his off-the-boat accent, as we ate delicious chicken he just finished grilling. A decade ago, it wouldn’t have been a question – we’d be in Roosevelt, NY getting the best seat in the house of the Lord, as only he knows that we were weekly regulars that weren’t just holiday-goers – you know, the ones that only showed during Christmas and Easters.
But things have changed. I read books, gained more experience in this cold …
THERE'S A LONG HARD ROAD AHEAD.
This weekend was something unique. Not only did I take the trip due South to send off back to my Dad’s house in Florida, I brought my fresh-off-the-boat Moroccan in-laws with me to make it the family vacation of all vacations. Although they hail from Casablanca, they are scarcely traveled in the US – New York is all they know. In a sense it’s endearing for my Dad to discuss things with my in-laws in English. The both commiserate in the fact that respectively …
Got my shot. Swish.
When the tweets are subliminal and the Facebook messages and emails are minimal, that’s when we start thinking. What did they mean by what they say? What did they mean by what they didn’t?
This is the life of courtship, with no one in the court. The ball’s in yours, and your inviting someone else to volley. But you’ve been down this road before, only to be stopped at a dead end.
Here’s the story of a the attributes of what I call a prospective “relationship …
Batman remixed and released and remixed again.
Enjoy!
Uncharted Land.
Although I’d like to think I’m well traveled, I spent yesterday in a place that I’ve called home most of my life – my home, Long Island. A phenomenon here, or so it seems, is that those that are raised here rarely deviate from leaving here, and that’s understandable; in some instances its 20 minutes from New York City, and it’s tranquil enough to get away from the madness it brings the big city brings.
It was many moons ago where my parents would let me discover what …
