The Number You Have Reached…

Categories: death, makin moves, media, my history, news and politic

I have always been a radio girl. I may not have always studied each and every song as hard as others: knowing the producers and writers and performers of every single song; knowing when they were released and if they were reprises; knowing the origin of every breakbeat and every sample.  But my radio was … Read More

Thank you, B. Smith.

Categories: death, good times, my history, our history, reminiscing

Growing up in NYC is an adventure.   Growing up during the 90s / early Millennia even more so.  I’m partial.  That was my “coming of age”.  Fresh out of college… experiencing the “real world” – mine only has quotations around it because I lived at home for a solid decade more, not stacking chips but … Read More

Cupellation: Thoughts on Becoming Silver – a series. #1

Categories: my history, silverstaraka, sorority stuffs

Cupellation is a refining process in metallurgy, where ores or alloyed metals are treated under very high temperatures and have controlled operations to separate noble metals, like gold and silver, from base metals like lead, copper, zinc, arsenic, antimony or bismuth, present in the ore. The process is based on the principle that precious metals … Read More


Categories: esteem, mommy in training, my history

Somethings, you just can’t get away from. In the summer of 1974, my father’s sister, Yvonne, came to stay in NY with her baby brother and relatively still new wife who was expecting their second child. Yvonne was a statuesque vision: as tall as my dad (6’5″) blonde hair, skin fairer than mine and blue … Read More

An Accounting of My Time

Categories: mommy in training, my history

No… this isn’t a post explaining why it’s been over a month since I posted…  we’ll get to that later.   Mommy? What was it like when you were my age? Mommy?  Did you have a dance class at my age? Mommy?  What did you do when you went to Paris the first time at … Read More

First Unborn.

Categories: family, mommy in training, my history, recovering, reminiscing

Dear Son, I’m not sure if I’ve done you the proper honor in remembering you the way you deserve. It’s not theoretically hard to do.  I recall everything like it was yesterday.  It’s been emotionally hard to do.   Your memory is that soft spot on the peach… that if you poke too hard, you’ll … Read More


Categories: death, family, my history, reminiscing

Every day on this day, I flip through your pictures. Telling myself that I won’t commemorate this day. I’d rather celebrate your life than remember your passing. But it’s impossible not to think that this is the day the Earth went cold. Where all the real love was drained from Gaia. When the only person … Read More

Cuarenta y Tres

Categories: celebrations, my history

Happy Birthday to me! Forty Three. The image is a label from a sweet, sticky, golden liquor that my mom used to indulge in on special occasions or whenever there was a serious edge to take off.   On some of those occasions, she’d let me dip my pinky finger in and taste what it was like.  … Read More

Countdown to Clarke!

Categories: aspirations, friends, future gazing, growing, my history

Excited for this birthday gift. Athena’s Godsister, Clarke, thought that it would be a good idea to include me in her list of phenomenal women to interview for her podcast.   I was floored and honored.  And she is such an insightful, thoughtful little girl.   It’s really amazing to see what this generation is shaping up … Read More