In Which I Laugh [and Cry] in the Face of Death [VIDEO!]

Death is a teacher and we’re bound to take her class. I just happen to be a repeat student. Either I’m forever failing, or I’m the teacher’s favorite. If you keep up with me at all, you know that I’ve dealt with a fair share of death’s nonsense between July and today. In my case, […]

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Misery at the Mercy of the Metro

I left at 5:00 pm sharp. Sharp, you hear me? Determined to have a peaceful and productive evening that leads into a peaceful and productive weekend. But the WMATA is the veins of satan himself and so I was made to wait. And wait and wait and wait. Forty minutes passed before I gave up […]

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The Most Lit Funeral I’ve Ever Attended

It felt like church on first Sunday. I clapped and laughed and sang and was almost a little jarred each time I remembered there was a casket in front of me. A few glances to the left would remind me of the major loss felt there. I looked at my clapping hands and leaned in […]

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In Almost Memory of Tamesha Tyree

The first thing thing that comes to mind when Daddy tells me she’s brain dead is Emily King’s “Every Part.” I don’t summon it, it just plays, gently like background music to my next thought: “She’s always been brain dead.” It’s a reflex. I want to say it. Then I want to laugh. Because that’s […]

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