writing prompt: Before I was born

I was borne on winds of change April showers comedy on a couple of beautiful churchgoing souls Bold, my father was grey his eyes, red brown his hair skin in chocolate-drenched sunlight He opened eyes wide at the wide delicate smile of my delicate mother before she was my mother. She stood straight upright, unbowed, […]

Making arrangements to be a badass old

I talked a bit about the fact that, while I am certainly inspired by the fantastic Black moms who are getting fit and taking care of themselves, lots of whom are rather religion-based, I realise that there must be a place on the internet where a blissfully child-free agnostic- leaning atheist – can work some Black woman magic and perhaps inspire a few other like-bodied, like-minded folks.