Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman – Age 34 When I headed to St. Louis for a 2 week writing workshop, I had not written anything new in, probably, a year. Acclimating to Baltimore, my new job were useful excuses for my “silence.” I was headed to Africa to teach when [...]
A Dream Deferred
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman – Age 32 Colon was not my first attempt to begin the filling of my passport pages (twice). It was just the first attempt that succeeded. In my last year of college, graduate school was the option behind the paperwork that littered my desk— applications to [...]
Searching for Colon
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman – Age 30 My trip to Ciudad Colon Costa Rica was my first trip abroad. I was in residence at an artists’ colony for two weeks. The trip met all the criteria of a first trip: foreign and scary bugs, the airport pimp, the angel cabbie [...]
The President’s House, Philadelphia PA
Since it’s Black History Month, I thought I would take this opportunity to share some tidbits about Black history that do not appear in history books, but are at least as relevant. Since Black History Month is an American holiday, we’ll start near the beginning of the country’s history (as a country) by talking about [...]
Blog Challenge 29: Thinking Ahead
Day 29: Describe your future plans and goals. I plan to get a phD, visit Africa, tidy up the place, fall in love, publish Marrow (to great acclaim), run a sub-4 marathon, and achieve full lotus—not necessarily in that order.
Ayiti: L’âme se fortifie Béchons joyeux, béchons joyeux…
May the fields be fertile/And our souls take courage (from the Haitian National Anthem: La Dessalinienne) Tonight I send white light to Jessica’s dad, Pierre’s family, Edrice, Edmus, and the Danticats who remain… Haiti is a country whose history is one of fiercely fought for—and earned—independence. While in the face of such unspeakable and overwhelming [...]
Dispatch From the Lou’
www.myspace.com/darleneanitascott “You complain for the life you supposed to have/But when you try to make plans God is known to laugh…” Broken Glass, Talib Kweli I’m in St. Louis for a writing workshop even though I’m no longer convinced that writing is something I need to do. I used to have a sense of urgency: get [...]
Ummmm Brazil
Brazil was beautiful: Acai against the raving Atlantic and fried fish sprinkled with lime; brown surfers in Speedos and 2 a.m. rain storms; the fruit man announcing his harvest on his loudspeaker and fast-footed samba; sipping the water of a fresh coconut, sugar cane juice, Skol or kashaka; browning; none of that and all of [...]
