rants. raves. real.

40+. momma. with opinions and issues. not necessarily in that order.
observer of life.
goofier than you might imagine.
smarter than the packaging would have you believe.

Every color. Every race. #blacklivesmatter #standwithferguson #handsup #dontshoot #NMOS14 #NMOSDC (at #NMOS14 @ Malcolm X Park)

Every color. Every race. #blacklivesmatter #standwithferguson #handsup #dontshoot #NMOS14 #NMOSDC (at #NMOS14 @ Malcolm X Park)

What About My Sons?

Am I the only mother who feels like her children aren’t scared enough? Like I’m not teaching them survival skills?

What About My Sons?

Am I the only mother who feels like her children aren’t scared enough? Like I’m not teaching them survival skills?

Inboxes from Hell: my life on Facebook

New post on the not-so-subtleties of Facebook inboxes.

7/14, 6:03am
Strangerdude:
Hello! I would love to add you to my group

7/15, 8:58am
Me:
Hello.
who are you?
and what kind of group?

7/15, 10:31am
Strangerdude:
Hello. The name of my group is called women who only want 3some’s. I host parties both stateside and internationally. I personally hand pick all the members in my group.

7/16, 3:33pm
Me:
Ummmm…
No thank you

3:42pm
Strangerdude:
Aight

I have…

View On WordPress

Daddy

Daddy http://wp.me/s4gNYI-daddy

It’s Father’s Day again.

imageMy dad was the greatest storyteller ever. It’s taken me this long to realize I probably get that gift from him. I miss him. There was never a moment in my life, whether I saw him every day or once a year, that I felt unloved by my father.

My father, Anderson Carthel Covington, passed away in 2002. He was a lot of things to many people. He was more than just my Daddy, he…

View On WordPress

The biting of the dust and such.

The biting of the dust and such.

imageDear New Dude,

Sooooo. Hey, hey how are you doing? I haven’t heard from you on any regular basis since our first date about 3 weeks ago. Haven’t seen you either though we’ve made plans a couple times.

You seemed nice enough. Funny, engaging, we seemed to have quite a bit in common. We shared dating horror stories. You made a point to ask me if I was an honest person, because you’d had a situation…

View On WordPress

Love, Maya…

Love, Maya…

“I am grateful to have been loved and to be loved now and to be able to love, because that liberates. Love liberates. It doesn’t just hold—that’s ego. Love liberates. It doesn’t bind. Love says, ‘I love you. I love you if you’re in China. I love you if you’re across town. I love you if you’re in Harlem. I love you. I would like to be near you. I’d like to have your arms around me. I’d like to…

View On WordPress

I picked up this beautiful little journal today on clearance at Target. It “suggests 365 simple ways to treat yourself kindly, make meaningful connections with loved ones, have a positive impact on your community, and spread cheer to strangers.” You flip to any page, choose the action that speaks to you most, and watch how doing one good deed today leads to another and another… #gooddeeds #loveisanactionword #dosomething #journaling #citizenoftheworld #thistenaciousheart

I picked up this beautiful little journal today on clearance at Target. It “suggests 365 simple ways to treat yourself kindly, make meaningful connections with loved ones, have a positive impact on your community, and spread cheer to strangers.” You flip to any page, choose the action that speaks to you most, and watch how doing one good deed today leads to another and another… #gooddeeds #loveisanactionword #dosomething #journaling #citizenoftheworld #thistenaciousheart

The maestra with her orchestra. The boys and their Orchestra instructor, Ms. Major. 

I think it’s so cool that inner city kids are being taught violin/strings by a young black woman. When so many schools are losing/have lost music programs, and arts programs in general, what a wonderful sight to see… An auditorium filled with the families of those 200 eight- and nine- and ten-year-old kids of color.  On stage. Dressed in black and white. Poised at the edge of their chairs. Playing the violin! #orchestra #musicintheclassroom #artsintheschools #kippdc #kippmom #kippkids #promiseacademyteamandfamily #mommychronicles #blackteachers  (at KIPP DC Douglass Campus)

The maestra with her orchestra. The boys and their Orchestra instructor, Ms. Major.

I think it’s so cool that inner city kids are being taught violin/strings by a young black woman. When so many schools are losing/have lost music programs, and arts programs in general, what a wonderful sight to see… An auditorium filled with the families of those 200 eight- and nine- and ten-year-old kids of color. On stage. Dressed in black and white. Poised at the edge of their chairs. Playing the violin! #orchestra #musicintheclassroom #artsintheschools #kippdc #kippmom #kippkids #promiseacademyteamandfamily #mommychronicles #blackteachers (at KIPP DC Douglass Campus)

Oxygen (NaPoWriMo day 22)

Her lonely is palpable Solid An entity unto itself A weight pressed down Nightly As naked as newborn skin…

Oxygen (NaPoWriMo day 22)

Her lonely is palpable Solid An entity unto itself A weight pressed down Nightly As naked as newborn skin…

Three Hundred and Thirty Four Pounds of NO

Three Hundred and Thirty Four Pounds of NO

Me. Circa 2001. About 100 lbs ago.

Me. Circa 2001. About 100 lbs ago.

So two days ago while at the National Air and Space Museum, I got on a scale that tells you how much you weigh on different places in space… Jupiter, the moon, somewhere else and Earth… I don’t recall how much I weighed anywhere else but here.

334 pounds.

Yep.

334. In Earth pounds.

I’m not okay with that.
For all my “last fat girl standing” self-deprecation and…

View On WordPress