Author Archives: doowaditty

The Truth and the Lies of Therapy.

Not everyone needs therapy, but all of us could use it. Yet, those could benefit from it the most refuse to go. And that’s OK. One shouldn’t be shamed or forced to go to therapy. I had the fortunate and … Continue reading

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i know i shouldn’t, but i do.

I know I shouldn’t do it, but I do – compare.From the flatness of her stomach, to the curves on her hips – I am lacking.The cleavage, the light eyes, the dimples, the curly hair.But I have the crooked teeth, … Continue reading

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0 to 2 real quick.

When we’re starving, we want to eat. When we’re thirsty, we want to drink. So when we’re sad, we of course want to be happy. But it’s never as easy as stuffing our face with a burrito or chugging a … Continue reading

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Apples and Trees.

A friend of mine started sharing random videos of cute babies doing cute things after she realized I held the same affinity for them. During one of our ovary kicking conversations, she expressed that she wanted to have a baby … Continue reading

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you’re a bird.

The other day I was sad. Not sad, sad. Just little kid sad, pouting and stuff. It was 79 degrees and we don’t have a deck, or a balcony, or a backyard, or nearby beach or park to lay out … Continue reading

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QuaranTime.

It is now officially Day 40 of shelter in place (SIP), although technically Day 48 for me. I suppose it’s now appropriate to call whatever the fuck is going on “the new (but don’t forget temporary) normal”. While I never … Continue reading

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Day 68 – The Isolation Journals: The Unlearning

Your prompt for today: Reflect on the first time you became aware of race—either yours or someone else’s. What meaning did you make of it then? How has that meaning evolved? I was lucky/privileged/blessed – whatever you want to call … Continue reading

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Dear Black Kings and Queens, I feel unqualified to write anything, but how can I NOT write something? For now, I just want you to know that I see you and I am here for you. YOU ARE INVALUABLE. Love, … Continue reading

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Feel Me.

I used to pride myself in being able to write what other people felt or thought, but could never quite articulate. I struggled for a while to find validity in my writing, wishing I had real talent. Something quantitative, like being … Continue reading

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Murder She Wrote.

She is a writer and she is a warrior. Carrying a machete full of metaphors and shield of similes. With her pen, she can blow minds and slash tongues. Make men rub their chin, make women clutch their heart, and … Continue reading

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