I grew up differently than today’s kids. We were latch key kids. My older sister used to get off the school bus and walk to my school. She would get on an elevator-go to the top floor and pick me up. We’d head down the elevator together hand in hand and walk home. Sometimes we […]Read more "The World of Cassette Tapes, Cabbage Patch Kids and Crack Vials: I’m an 80’s Baby!"
Aside from wanting to practice meditation more, I want to be more mindful of my every waking moment. I have found myself bubbling over with anger at what I perceive as a great injustice. (In reality, most injustices are not worth an iota of my time-but in the moment: I am ready to ponce). […]Read more "Old Miserable Jamaican Lady Syndrome"