Anyone who doesn’t want to get a vaccine, and wear a mask when they are in public, ought to be placed on home arrest. We put ankle bracelets on humans for distributing nonlethal drugs. Let’s reverse it. Use those tools to contain folks who don’t care enough to live, are dumb enough to die a preventable death, or are brainwashed by misinformation.
When this started, I knew that there would be different versions of Covid for African Americans. It’s not hard to imagine when you know our history. But I had no idea. When I asked my white friends, most…
The man in front of me mostly spoke Spanish. The man behind me mostly spoke Mandarin. This is a day in a LA overflow line. It was my second time trying to win the vaccine lotto. To get a shot of life saving prevention before it expired and went to the medical wasteland where healthy hopes die.
I got my first Moderna shot at Kedren Community Health Center. I learned about this resource from friends who posted online.
The first time that I went down around 2 PM, I stood against a pole in the basketball court for a few…
Remember when 2020 sounded cute. The energy of a sonogram where the parents get wide-eyed as they learn they’re having twins. The double 20 invited wordplay and light aliteratiration. This year should have been as magical as Prince’s 1999.
No magic here. Just a shit show on women, checks and balances, people of color, civil rights, and health. A perennial dumpster fire set by Donald Trump.
In 10 days, voters have the opportunity to right this decade. Or to double down on evil mixed a side of incompetence.
I was mortified when Trump won, but not exactly surprised. I counted…
OMG, When Did You Get So Fat?!
Bosses and members from when I was in the gym industry:
“Shauna is pretty and professional. It’s so sad that she doesn’t take care of herself.”
“She must be a food hoarder, right?”
“I am really alarmed. About your body! It can’t be healthy.”
“It’s not rocket science. Calories in and calories out.”
From family, friends, and dates:
“How do you not have diabetes?”
“I never dated a fat girl.”
“Strength training. That’s what’s missing from your life.”
“I know you said that you don’t want to talk about diets, but…
I rarely speak about my mom anymore because there is nothing left to say.
The woman who defined Black Power is powerless. We lived in Oakland but traveled to LA frequently to see family and her musician friends.
I was about 6 when paranoid schizophrenia came for her brilliant brain. I was 9 when a dine and dash scam in Los Angeles landed me in my first group home. We were ripped apart as a two person homeless-ish family unit.
My only concern was my mother’s safety. I knew that I had the resilience to jump 20 feet like a…
4:00 PM — A (Caucasian) friend nudges me to go to a protest in Thousand Oaks. It’s mostly young, white people. She is proactively trying to figure out to be a better ally in her space as an educator. I was planning on cleaning, crying, and cleaning all day. This is better. It’s loosely organized by high school aged Black female twins and their Latina friend. They all live in Westlake Village. Best sign ever is my friend’s daughters: “Yes Karen, Black Lives Matter.”
4:20 PM — A few young participants keep running back and across a high traffic intersection…
Last week, my son debated passionately against the NFL’s plan to incentivize diverse hiring practices. I am not into sports, but I am into justice.
Lexington brought up logical, 14 year old, questions.
“How would anyone know if the coaches are there because they are great, or because someone made them?”
“How is this fair?”
“What about the people who won’t get jobs because they are white?”
He plays soccer and is an exceptional track runner. It was as if he was trying to wrap the rules of each sport around this NFL initiative.
I responded, “Pretty sure, I’ve told…
My 14 year son orders football and soccer jerseys from his favorite athletes and teams. Kobe Bryant, LAFC, and Lebron James. He’s using his money to buy them which is so sweet. I reminded him that I could buy one for him sometime.
A week later, he asked if I would buy him a jersey. I asked him how much it was? He told me “$28.” Instead of logging into my laptop to make the purchase, I transferred him $35.
Yesterday, his package arrived. I was cutting sweet potatoes, Russet potatoes, and red onions.
He opened it in his room…
FatShamed During A Pandemic
These tears are not migraine related. I was just fat shamed by a fat doctor.
Went in for a headache. Left with a lecture.
He did this during a pandemic where my social media feeds are full of images relaying the sad truth. Black folks are dying at higher rates from CoronaVirus.
I came back to Kaiser after being uninsured. All of my regular appointments have been cancelled due to the health crisis. I sent a message this morning.
“Been struggling with a migraine for a couple of days. Please put in a prescription.”
I am one of those people that HGTV was created for. Not because I love design. Because I fear the beast that it is. The thousand shades of blue, the financial risk of making a wrong decision, and inevitable critique from my inner dialogue.
I grew up in an unstable environment. My mom suffers from a severe mental illness. I was in foster care and with lots of extended family. As a young child, I can not remember living anywhere longer than a year.
The inner child has now blossomed into a woman who decorates mostly with used items. Some…