darlene anita scott



is the girl you met the other day in the grocery store. She made you wanna say something to her. You did. And now you can’t remember her name. But that wasn’t really the important part of the meeting anyway.

She’s too old to still play on the monkey bars. But she does. Too young to remember Sam Cooke. But she listens to him anyway.

She likes making stuff (especially collages), running, making up her mind and sticking to it, and baking cookies and cakes; almost anything written by James Baldwin; almost anything with black beans in it; and probably more than is healthy patrick henry half marathon - running in the rainfor the average human: she likes alone time and homemade popcorn—not necessarily together.

Sometimes she dances; she also daydreams constantly. And she writes poetry. Sometimes she teaches it to people. Sometimes she reads or recites it to people. And even less often she publishes it.  darlene

She likes to stay up late and is at her best between midnight and 7 a.m.

Some people think she’s shy.  Others think she’s a mute.  Sometimes her phone bill was extremely high.  But that was before the Everything Plan.

She could be more tolerant of overpriced grapes, leaf blowers, people who drive down the highway with parking lights on, her limits, and deafening car stereos.

She likes to laugh but doesn’t do it as often as she should; intends to run faster than she runs today; and to become one of the most important people of this century.  Or none of the above.  We’ll see.

Thanks for stopping by.  Rest your wraps, get some tea, spend a little time.
(All the good talk is to the right under “Recent Posts”).

9 thoughts on “darlene anita scott

  1. Derek says:

    I am in love…
    I’m in love with your eloquence, your verbal poise, and your way of though. Kudos!


  2. cocodependent says:

    I love your sense of self. You acknowledge the fact that you have deminsions and you seem content with that. Go take a look at my ‘About Me’ section. I can’t say the same…


  3. Darlene,

    I was a pleasure working with you. You are an awsome person. In fact being around you made me feel like I was with a friend rather than at work.

    Happy New year!

    Capital Buick Pontiac GMC


  4. frugal expat says:

    Hi.. i like your style of writing.. keep it up.. cheers


  5. Hey Frugal Expat, thanks…I was looking at your website, too.
    My plans of being an expat fell through in ’08 and I haven’t been able to leave the country since…bad travel karma maybe (among other things)…
    Please visit again!


  6. MT says:

    This was so cool… to read about you and to read your words of creativity and to peep into your world. ThxU

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Raina says:

    This is probably the best About Me section I’ve ever read. And I’ve read many.


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