Animal advocate and bibliophile.
Flirting with the Zodiac
she slept with wolves without fear for the wolves knew a lion was among them. - r.m. drake Image by Oleg Gamulinskiy from Pixabay
Black in Business: The Plant-Based Kind
“Like So, Like That,” Tabitha Brown’s joyful, uplifting voice brought spirit and sparkle into my quarantine. And, perhaps more importantly, she helped me transition from a pescetarian to a mostly plant-based diet.
She Should Be Kissed
The students flock into the classroom, its walls and chalkboard coated in shocking shades of pink. A freckled, redhead slumps into her seat, an empty desk with a girl in it. She scoffs at herself for thinking elementary school was harsh with kids comparing decorated paper-plate card holders to see whose contained the most Valentines. Cheerleaders parade into the class to pass out carnations, and her head drops. Her eyes run along the black and white lines in her novel, eagerly gobbling each letter and word. Over a thousand pages to devour of Margaret Mitchell’s Gone with the Wind. Not a usual choice for a teen in 1984, but she’s not a usual girl. Let the cool kids get the flowers. She’ll take a trip, any trip, out of the ordinary and into a world where she should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how.
Summers at the Jersey seashore were my lifeline as a girl in the 1980s, especially after my parents’ divorce that brought uncertainty and instability into my adolescent universe. Before I was born, my paternal grandparents purchased a seasonal house in Ocean City, making “America’s Greatest Family Resort” the backdrop of the best moments of my childhood. My younger sister Becky and I spent lengthy, sun-drenched summers with my father and grandmother on this island well-known for Blue Laws – meaning it was not just a “dry” town, but on Sundays you could only purchase necessities. Ocean City was known for being tame and family-friendly, especially when compared with nearby Wildwood and Atlantic City.
The Adventure Stars Here
“The only way to live, to really live, is to be fully present. To feel something, we must shed our calloused skin. We must burst the bubble of our own little universe of habit and comfort.”