Logan and the Mailbox.
Logan was trying his best to keep from shuffling his feet on the cement, but it was proving pretty difficult to walk and write at the same time. The street was so quiet, apart from Logan’s scrrraaaaape pffffffttttt scraaaaaape-ing of his winter boots, and the quiet made it the best place in town to do his writing. His little black notebook was balanced in his palm and hugged tight to his chest, while his other hand gripped a weathered pencil and scratched onto paper the greatest story ever told in a little black book. Quite possibly, this would be the greatest story ever told in any little book, even little red books and blue books.
No Louis without Lil.
“The second wife of Louis Armstrong”. That is the most prominent and popular tag line used in search results when you look up Lil Hardin-Armstrong— but that’s not quite the story I’ve gathered. The most interesting thing I’ve found about Lil’s story is that there’s really two major accounts of it: what you believe about Lil depends on where you got your information from. Some really did just see her as one of the women who married Louis Armstrong, lots have never even heard of her, and the others know that reducing her to the title of “second wife” is nothing short of offensive. I fall into that last category. What better month than Black History Month to get some of the real history straight, and clear up how yet another Black woman’s influence is being slept on?
This year, I’m off of social media. Cold turkey. All apps were deleted January 3rd, and I haven’t looked back. Okay I downloaded one app once for 2 hours because I sent out a customer satisfaction survey to my ex boyfriends for a PowerPoint night with my girlfriends. BUT THAT’S IT. And yes, I got responses. Eleven of them, to be exact. Only one rated me an 8/10 on the worst ex ever scale (10 being the highest). The rest gave me a solid 1-2. I digress.
Gustav’s writing nook
This desk, chair, and shelves— a proper writing nook— was originally my anniverary gift from my husband, but Gustav has sort of taken it for his own and I really don’t have the heart to kick him out. I mean, look at him; he even fits the colour scheme. I don’t even think it would be wrong of me to call him... majestic. He’s epic and magical. Epical, even. And I just love what he’s done with the place.
The Vocal Challenge
I started off the year with two thoughts about writing. 1. I was tired of thinking being a published author was just a faraway goal; this year I would be done with being told it would be nice if I could write for a living.
2020 Celebrity Soccer Match
The following is a found transcript, pulled from the rubble of the 2020 Year End Celebrity Soccer Match. The footage of this match was seen only by the spectators of the event, who agreed to peacefully rid the world of any of the footage so that humankind could move forward without the burden of 2020's memories.
I've done anything short of propping my eyelids open with toothpicks to keep from returning to the nightmares that await me, and yet, being awake feels less and less real all the time. The hours in a day seem to be misplaced as I blink, and somehow I float from place to place until it's time for my argument with the clock again. It's as if sleep is no longer a function of my brain and body, rather, it is the will of something... someone, dreadful. I wish I could just give in to the part of my brain that tells me I know this is all a dream, but the part that forgets why we're there and who's behind it screams so much louder.
Blockchain Over Banks
Welcome back to another edition of "Girl who knows absolutely nothing about the financial world delves into some of the most complicated topics among the said world." It's a working title.