Pan-African, Mother, Sister, I design and develop websites for the Black world, founder of @nublaxity

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  • It’s been a long time…

    …since I’ve posted here, and so much has changed (or returned to “normal”) in the interim. Being so busy with other things, my itch to write is going unsatisfied, and I don’t – can’t – always find the strength and focus I need to work on my book. Eight years n the justice system, all at some stage of incarceration, is not always easy to process. That said, I’m reviving this space, and you’re welcome…

  • Bitter vs. Sweet

    Today, I took my kids to the park for the first time since I’ve been home. While I was locked up, I received dozens of pictures of them on the very jungle gym they climbed today. I looked at the photos with ambivalence; I was so grateful to know they were thriving in my absence, hurt that I couldn’t be there to experience their joy firsthand. As I watched them today, I was a little…

  • 1999?

    I had planned to devote several hours to some serious leisure upon my return – after five years, it’s serious – so when my soon-to-be-ex-husband invited me to Frigate & Firkin for a beer last night, I was persuaded with only minor difficulty. Actually, he persuaded me to go across the street to Jack Astor’s, then he “suggested” Frigate once I was already freezing, way down the street. (“It’s just over the bridge! Come on!”…

  • Old habits…

    This week, I’ve managed to take a few more steps towards “normal”: I’ve done my taxes and filed for divorce, and I once again have a bank account and a health card. I was actually feeling pretty good about my progress until, as I wrote my return address on an envelope, I caught myself writing my inmate number next to my name. Ugh. There is evidence of my institutionalization at every turn, and I’m not…

  • SNAFU? Right this way, ma’am.

    Last week’s errands did not go as smoothly as I`d hoped. On Tuesday, I attempted a trip to downtown Toronto, but I never got there. Instead, on my first day out since I got home, I got lost. Or rather, I was taken for a ride. I thought I had it all worked out. Since I needed my lawyer to affirm my identity before I could begin replacing and renewing my official documents, I would…

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