Thank You Daniel Quasar A diverse spectrum of "family", bound by blood and not, representing all shades of color in celebration and unity; 365 days a year, 24 hours a day, and 7 days a week; We are here; Forces old and clad in angry habits of righteousness, condemn my life, and who I choose … Continue reading We Are Here
Clad in my Golden Girls mask, I make my way to the security checkpoint at Portland International Airport (PDX) awaiting my Alaska Airlines flight to Las Vegas, NV. This was a surprise trip to celebrate my mother’s birthday. She and my older sister Sonya were flying to Vegas from Washington state and Jean (Auntie Jean), … Continue reading COVID Confidential: Vol #5
This post is snapshot of the BLM movement in Portland. The city isn't a battleground as the media portrays.
Life as a African-American/Black man. Life as a African-American/Black woman. A life that can quickly and violently be taken away. Last night I finally broke down. My emotional shell just cracked and I started crying, something I don’t often do. I just reached a saturation point in my soul and couldn’t hold back the emotion … Continue reading See No Evil
Politics are not a favorite part of my regular diet. I don't crave the civic satisfaction some of my more enlightened friends and colleagues do. I actually never really have. When I do try and digest the platter of ballot measures, bond amendments, and candidate profiles, I feel nauseous and unsatisfied. Photo credit: Sommer Martin … Continue reading The Bitter Taste of Politics