I still don’t get it

I still don't get why I ignore my inner voice. I'm not highly superstitious, but I believe more than 3 reoccurring events are beyond coincidence. I can never escape the lesson that seems to accompany those moments. Though I pray to not keep encountering the same premonition, I am grateful for the chance to get… Continue reading Sugar Story: ‘Tis the Season to Listen

I still don't get why my body doesn't do the dance moves I see. I've done my best to keep up with the latest booty-hop moves since the mid 90s. My bathroom mirror being my only spectacle, I tried my hips at tootsie rolling, pop locking, train riding, etc. To date dance steps make me… Continue reading Sugar Story: May I have this Dance?

I still don't get why I let society dictate changes to my natural state. I had a good plan. The trees lined my exit from the backyard in majestic applause. I had found my rights of passage ceremony, my declaration to the neighborhood that I would be the equilibrium. My pop belly stood out as… Continue reading Sugar Story: Born this way