The Force

    I don’t know what it’s like to be a young, black male. I don’t know what it’s like to be a cop.   I only know what it’s like to be me.   I’ve been stunned and sickened by the news. I’ve had no words, just wide eyes and a broken heart.  …

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Call Your Cousin

I love the quote, “Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie, don’t save it for a special occasion; today is special.”—Regina Brett In honor of my fun-living, big-loving, carpe diem cousin who passed onto his next adventure yesterday, I dedicate this post. John Genaro lived the way I try to live….

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I Think of Stacie

  I think of Stacie when I put my purse down on the floorboard of my car and cover it with a jacket. Once when I met her at the lake to go for a walk, she quipped, “Yeah, no one will ever think that’s a purse under that jacket and steal it.”   I…

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Good Jean

  When I compliment my mom on her youthful skin, she normally says something like, “I have good genes; I’ve got the Genaro skin.” She doesn’t deny the compliment (I mean, how could she?) but deflects it as a gift, part of her heritage. She also has a pretty snappy sense of style, and she…

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Makeup

  “Make-up” wears a lot of hats, if you will. For one, it’s the paint we put on our face before we go out in public.   When I let myself think about that concept, I think it’s weird. But I still do it.   I overheard a hair color commercial from the other room….

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Best Place

It hasn’t been two weeks since my friend Stacie passed away. Side note: We need to come up with a new term for “passed away.” None of the current phrases work for me, so let’s rally and find something new, something more fitting. Also, I don’t like “in a better place.” Even though I believe…

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Kissed

On our walk down the steep IMA hill, the cap fell off of Lisa’s water bottle. Lisa is my new friend who’s come to love on the IMA girls this week. I like her, like, a lot. When the cap hit the ground, she picked it up and smiled, happy that it landed right side…

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Grief

The word looks like it feels. It’s 3:08 in the am. Hours after she left this place. She spent roughly 46 years showing us how to do love. To eat cookies with abandon. There are people I want to smack who say things like she’s in a better place. Yeah, I know that. Duh. But…

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Typecast

The (K)Cates really have nothing to worry about with me, competition wise. Winslet and Blancette can rest assured that my thespian foray has bordered on the inconsequential. And I’m mostly good with that. Along with getting the occasional casting call (an actual audition appointment) from my agent, I get audition notices all the time to…

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They Picked Me!

Forward Reviews picked I Punched Myself in the Eye for their homepage today and it’s their official Book of the Day! It’s a big deal! https://www.forewordreviews.com

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