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My next love will have to know how to build a home and plant flowers next to a graveyard. And this has nothing to do with location, actual flowers, or graveyards.

It’s my birthday weekend. I’m in his hometown. He should be here. He just should.

Tomorrow is my birthday. 49 Candles for me.

I told his mama I had big news for her next week, and she said “PLEASE tell me you’re pregnant?“ That’s not the news, I’m somehow really sad that it isn’t. She actually sounded… Excited.

I can’t believe I’m having to say this here, but peep game: my man has not been in the ground three months yet. I DON’T want anyone in my inbox trying to flirt with me or tell me I’m pretty or anything. I’m not there yet. Please stop. It just makes me want to punch stuff. Like faces.

Took myself to see Sinners last night. Zero regrets. My goddess tuhDAY. Zero regrets.

I was in his city for my massage session earlier. First time there since the funeral. Finished my session by vomiting my breakfast on the side of the building as I waited for my Uber. Grief has so many symptoms and you’ll never know what they are until you feel them. I miss my man, y’all. I do.

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Today is his birthday. We should be planning to go all out this weekend. Instead there is a glass of wine and a white candle on my altar next to his death programme. I miss this man like hell. Happy 42nd, my dear sweet love.

Not at all. Getting there though. But I gotta go through first.

🗣️COVER REVEAL!!!✨Say hello to Down on the Bayou, written by Glenda Armand and illustrated by me! It comes out on May 20th, but it’s available for preorder now. 🐊🐸🦋🐗🦦🌾🪷🛶 #kidlit

I also finally mailed Mama her souvenir from my Puerto Rico trip. She got it Monday. Full of tears and heart emojis in her thankfulness.

His birthday is next Monday. I’m taking the Friday after to sit at his grave and chat until he’s done listening. I love him so much, even in death. I still want him to know everything about me.

That Lady Gaga and Bruno song makes me miss him and cry so damn bad. Yeah…death sucks today.

He would’ve sat on the sand with me, wrinkling up his nose at the heat but finding pleasure watching his woman enjoy the waves.

I called out. My surgery knee is twice its normal size. And to make matters worse, I saw a clip on Facebook that reminded me of my love so much that it took my breath. So, in pain, and weeping, I chose to call out. My admin is angry. But they’d be angrier if I had come in the way I am today.

Spent a week in Puerto Rico. Nice to rest and recharge a very tired body and spirit.

Everyone should pay attention to this because this very well may be the blueprint for how public libraries end up shuttered across the country.

What would you buy the mama of your dead boyfriend while you’re on vaca to let her know you’re thinking of her still but also to get the seed of taking some time for herself planted? Something tells me mama need to go somewhere as badly as I do.

Grief is a strange beast in that it often seizes your throat and forces you to acknowledge it. So when I cannot swear or scream, I cry. I’ve had a hard time articulating anything lately, but, Jesus, I can cry with the BEST of em.

I wish my grief were more visible or at least easily sensed or something. Maybe dudes I dealt with four years ago would NOT call if it were. Because that’s not at all what I want for myself right now.

It was 17° this morning, but I got out there.

I made it through the first full week of him being laid to rest. Somehow.

Jane Fonda said, and I agree, "Have any of you ever watched a documentary of a great social movement...and asked yourself, would you have been brave enough to walk the bridge?... we are IN our documentary moment, this is it," accepting her lifetime achievement from #SAGAwards.

He loved the color red. Me? Not so much. But I’m gonna wear a red swimsuit on Spring Break, in the event his soul is roaming around Condado Beach in March looking for me…it’s me, babe. Red two piece and big hat.

I’m watching this movie, I think it’s the Watchmen, and Dr. Manhattan is sitting on this ledge, kissing this young woman he should not be kissing, and all I can think about is that I’ll never kiss HIM again. Sigh. Y’all. The fact that the love don’t go away is the hardest part.

I met his son. A tall brown skinned kid of 17, and the perfect blend of his mama (who I also met and LIKE. Chick is dope fr) and my love. “ i’m so glad I got to love your pops” was all I could say to him. “Thank you, Miss Dez” he said, before running off to do teenage shenanigans. Ah, me!

I got one of the most beautiful boys in the world to fall in love with me. We got four months together, but I got one of the most beautiful boys in the world to fall in love. With me. We buried him today. Hail the Traveler.

My love’s funeral is tomorrow. Permission to fall apart loading in five… Four… Three… Two…?

Ah, me…

If you’re in PA please make hella fucking noise about SB213 which is designed to fuck transgender people, both binary and non. (and bc fascism is fascism it *starts* with trans people but it will hurt everybody).

Men should be in the streets not wanting their mothers and daughters to be treated like slaves in their own country. No right to vote or get divorced. My father would be outraged. But I wasnt raised by a hoe ass bitch. That’s not everybody’s reality, I know.

I feel that people are groomed to expect a second chance. Probably something from the Bible is responsible for that🙄 So people walk around with a 2nd chance card in their pockets and the misguided assurance that everyone must accept that card. As a result, the first opportunity is being freestyled.

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Stop asking Black women to fix the shit you broke.

They gotta be trying to get ignored purposely.

Teena Marie “Out on a Limb.”

I decided I would have a tree planted in my love’s memory yesterday for Valentine’s Day. Once I get the certificate, I will have it framed and sent to his mother.

January 26 his life supports and vents were disconnected. February 10 he was just too tired and crossed on over. We didn’t get Valentine’s Day’s together. But love is energy. And so it endures.

It’s Valentine’s Day. And my love has flown to the other side. Still gonna love and be loved, today though.

Kendrick Lamar's Superbowl performance is why funding arts and humanities matters. We have Kendrick because his teacher introduced him to poetry and writing.

I want him to come see me and tell me it ain’t hurt the way Sula did Nel.