Author Archives: diminutivediva

March 20

The Beauty of Choice

“Because you never know where life is gonna take you and you can’t change where you’ve been, But today, I have the opportunity to choose”-India Arie, ‘I Choose’ Monday to Friday I rise at 5:15am to begin my day. As I shower, brush my teeth, and give my face a light touch of makeup, I listen to […]

February 18

Deja Vu

November 1992 I grimace in dismay as dingy water from the puddle I carelessly stepped in splash onto my leather-accented jeans. It was two years after I moved to Seattle. I should have known to avoid puddles by then, but I was so full of excitement that I forgot. I was walking along Southcenter Boulevard […]

January 20

Vindicated

While the idea of revenge may seem like a gratifying choice, it’s rarely the wisest one. A reflection on my struggle with it.

Splintered

In late April 2015, I watched as Baltimore erupted in riots and protests following the death of Freddie Gray. Like Ferguson the year before, the images caught the rapt attention of the American public. By the time the uprising in Baltimore occurred I’d learned that knee-jerk, intense reactions didn’t serve my interest or those of […]

November 21

Family Over Everything

Once I’ve stirred one tablespoon of pure cane sugar into my cup, I sit at my kitchen table to enjoy it. I’m about three sips in when I’m hit with memories of precious times with my late Grandma…

November 14

Happiness NOW

Life is a drink and love’s a drug…Coldplay, ‘Hymn For The Weekend’ I stood in the Costco parking lot early in the evening on Wednesday, November 1st, loading a box full of bulk items into the back of my SUV. Once everything was secure I slammed the door, the flags of the US and Tanzania […]

November 02

An Afternoon at the Schomburg

There was a time when the sight of the black berets, chic black leather coats, and massive Afros that symbolized the movement would fill me with nothing but pride. But on that day, I felt ambivalence.

The conviction and exuberance shown in the exhibit saddened me, for I know too well how the story ended. ..

October 29

Harlem Blues

As my eyes scanned the walls, from the vintage black and white covers to the color one with President Barack Obama, they filled with tears. The beautiful and rich legacy of my people lay before me…