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Storytelling
For me, "Underground Railroad" author #ColsonWhitehead, said it best: "I realized that there was nothing else that would make me whole and no one else was going to write it." Watch me live & long ago #storytelling & working out the plot to #SeatonPlace https://bit.ly/3aBqrKv
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From the Greenville News April 23 1919. Pic at 104-years old. Blessed to have image of my g-g-grandfather Cromwell Bullock (1815-1920)âresponsible for the 10 Tribes of Bullock of Pitt & Edgecombe Counties NC: Nathaniel, John, Cromwell Jr, Caroline, Peter, Jesse, Millie, Dempsey, Leah, Harry. The accompanying article also states that he had the âproud record of never being indicted any crime nor has he ever indicted anyone nor has he ever had any trouble during all of his 104 yearsâ His survival & success made possible all that came next. #Iwrotetheirstories = #SeatonPlace #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CLKmMTAgRgg/?igshid=gjydgwgb0czv
âLast night I dreamed that I was in the water with a red whale. Yup, blue water, red-colored #whale. Something akin to a fin whale. Not swim
Oops I did it again! When I was four years old after a scalding incident doctors told my mother that I could never get my ears pierced because keloids would develop. Here, years later, I decided to #takeachance. Not ready for lobes. #Helix #DidItAnyway #grownandpierced #pierced. Did somebody say #piquerism? đ¤ˇđ˝ https://www.instagram.com/p/CG3N3BSgM2l/?igshid=1ehglr83jz8za
Rare is it a selfie day for me. But when thereâs an interesting change it deserves some notice. Do you see it? #evolve #nothingstaysthesame #overdue https://www.instagram.com/p/CGvexQmgL65/?igshid=1125vp27md5he
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Bugs, Beatles and Cricketsnaks, Oh My!
A True StoryâJust Last Night
After a five-mile run, yoga stretches, domestic duties and entirely too much caffeine, I finally settled down about 1am to fold a small bit of laundry.
The sound started shortly after I sat down to finish folding the last few items in the laundry basket. I recognized the sound and even enjoyed it while out on the street. But last night I walked to the window, thinking that the recent torrential downpour had brought out a new crop of wee beasties that were better left out of doors. Window closed, I went back to folding. Again, there it was, even louder. Which made no sense since I had just locked the noise out. Not one to usually be fearful of creepy crawlies, I checked the window security again. Â Then, there it was again. An unbeilvably, ridiculously, very bad sound, not from the area of the window but from the area around my bed. Then another and another and another. A cross between a garden variety cricket and a scientifically-modified rattlesnakeâs rattleâfrom hell!
The beast had breached my personal space and had decided on a demented, one-sided game of Marco Polo without the courtesy of a pool. It continued its auditory torment every five minutes and seemingly coming from various point in the room. Each time it chirped and shook it rattle, I bolted for the door. Not wanting to wake anyone, I soldered on as quietly as possible. By 3am the creature quieted and I thought it had found the door to hell and returned from whence it had come. I turned to put the clean laundry in its place and I returned to find the black beast had taken up residence on my bed. Was the beast actually an incubus in disguise? I figured it was time for weaponry. The hell spawn was at least two inches long and had antenna that protruded two inches above its head. It was war. The broom and I chased it across my bed then across the floor. It and I matched jumping skills. Each time it jumped I jumped in retreat. Finally, the beast made a tactical errorâits last jump was at the bedroom door where I took a final shot. The beast was not mortally wounded but hobbled. It retreated under the hall closet door. I can only hope it licked its wounds and realized that reentry to my personal space was not an option.
Same night: Round Two
I finally put head to pillow about 4am. My heart rate, in all likelihood still elevated and letâs not forget still full of caffeine. I had just started to drop off when I thought I felt something lightly land on my exposed left leg. I ignored it. Trying to win the battled against the caffeine. A few minutes later a light touch on my right foot. The memory of my recently hard-won battle with the cricketsnake hurled me off the bed onto the floor ready for round twoâall the while thinking, âthis motherfucker!â
I shook my freshly-washed sheet like I was expecting to have thousand dollar bills fall out. The vigorous shaking yielded nothing except a breeze that fluttered dream catcher feathers. Perhaps it had been a figment of my imagination, maybe I had, in fact, drifted off. I searched each corner of the bed like a millennial who canât find their phone upon waking. I turned over pillows and found nothing. Maybe I should check the closet to see if the vanquished beast had turned into a zombie cricketsnake. I decided to be OK. I turned the light out. Not ten minutes later, my foot was assaulted once again. Another hurried reach for the lamp.
There it was! Another beast had found it way to me. Was I emitting some unconscious low-freqency message that my space was a safe haven for creepie crawlies, just passing through on their way upstate to a fine patch of end-of-summer dirt?
Like I said before, Iâm not usually squeamish or frightened by things found in nature. But I only want nature in my space when I have extended an invitation. 4am, hopped up on caffeine and having just done battle with a by-then zombie cricketsnake, I was in no mood to entertain guest.
I wacked it!
The pretty green grasshopper did not deserve what it got nor survive the assault with the pearly silver right-footed Chuck Taylors.
Again, nature was taking liberties. Iâm ashamed to admit that I dispatched the grasshopper with quickness. It fell mortally wounded on the edge of the battlefield. I promptly dropped a heavy 3-ring binder on top of the combatantâif I was right about the zomie cricketsnake apocalypse, it wouldnât be long before the green beast turned. Â
If there had been an encounter under a tree or on some grassy patch, I would have admired its beauty, probably even tried to catch it. But the previous three hours had left me battle weary and this has been one hella year. Â Given what 2020 has served up, donât be surprised to read this headline. âLocal Woman Discovers Zombie Cricketsnakesâ
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Malcolm Malik el Shabazz--#MalcolmX--my second father, born today in 1925; Ho Chi Minh born today in 1890 & my grandfather--not born today--but they all worked at #ParkerHouse Hotel in #Bostonâwhere I was born at just the right time. #blackpower #blacklivesmatter https://www.instagram.com/p/CAY3FJxgUy_/?igshid=blwe374v53li
May 17 1954 the US Supreme Court in Bolling v. Sharpe overturns segregation in #DCpublicschools. Same day as Brown v. Board of Education decision #nationscapital #blacklivesmatter #neverforget #blackhistory https://www.instagram.com/p/CATQvVVgUra/?igshid=h3zhxpea0ibe
The morning and afternoon sun found me grateful for another day. Always a #sunnyday #thankful #sunchild https://www.instagram.com/p/B__HxZfgo1E/?igshid=awmvlevg13k2
The weight Black folks carry
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Perhaps when #president45 was informed that black, brown & poor folk were more vulnerable & dying at a higher rate from #COVIDăź19 #whatelsecoulditbe he figured it was ok to propagandize opening America again. Maybe as a slumlord Jared gave him a few extra pointers on how to treat vulnerable people. #monsterinthewhitehouse #imakenoapologies for my anger and sadness. https://www.instagram.com/p/B_L7uKkAGdN/?igshid=1e3igfwa7shaj
Trust that anytime you walk up on me #NinaSimone's "I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free" is the #song playing in my head. (Ocassionally #SolomanBurkeâs version) #blackgirldreaming #tryingtogetfromheretothere https://www.instagram.com/p/B_LQgeRAxiC/?igshid=zrf2o2tcxndk
Trust that anytime you walk up on me #NinaSimone's "I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free" is the #song playing in my head. (Ocassionally #SolomanBurkeâs version) #blackgirldreaming #tryingtogetfromheretothere https://www.instagram.com/p/B_LQGATAxyH/?igshid=1mhjv226h1x0a
The crowâs âcaw-cawâ outside my window demanding my attention, insisting, âGet up, get out and do sumpthin'â she says. Do I walk or run today? How badly do I want to feel any kind of movement away from todayâs worries, which are mostly the same as yesterdayâs but thereâs no sunshine today. This chick, Pollyanna, keeps nagging at me. So, I choose to smile back at the reflection in the mirror. I head for the door, laces tightened and attitude adjusted. I am thankful for another day. Now, where is that damn bird? https://www.instagram.com/p/B_LHBRxAk3T/?igshid=1wjk13cpyrwuz
The grandest dame of them all would have been 105 years old today. My #grandmother was 98 year old when she died in 2014. She was the tether to a blood family that didnât much care for the funny talking Bostonian and extroverted-introvert that I was. I adored her. I miss her always. She, like me wasnât everyoneâs cup of tea, but she lived her life as she damn well felt. Especially at this point in my life I wish I had learned better the lessons she taught. I also wish had a shot of her favorite E&J to raise in her honor. Feeling so much loss today. But I love the memories of the life she lived. I always hoped that she would live long enough to know that her life found its way through me and on to the pages of my manuscript âSeaton Place.â Long live the #queen. (at Washington DC) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4vcbl_gjUr/?igshid=fg2cpexmvuwi
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If you're going to wear one it should be pretty. #handmade #imadethis #themaskwewear #medusa #hydra https://www.instagram.com/p/B0PJmolgyVF/?igshid=1wc43o1ui5254
If you're going to wear one it should be pretty. #handmade #imadethis #themaskwewear (at Washington, District of Columbia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0PIRJ_Aesi/?igshid=104jbylwqgkxb