DSP

I have always liked to write, and have always thought it to be THERAPEUTIC. This is my first time writing in a public forum. Why at this time in life have I chosen to put myself out there? I don’t know. Sometimes you do things just because it is time. And this is my time. I won’t promise that my words will always be wise, happy, funny. Al I can promise is just to be me.

If you have ever lived in the projects of Atlanta near all the black colleges, Moorehouse, Spellman, Clark, UA then you know about Fair St. That is where I lived, dreamed, loved, fought, hated and made friends. When I look back on those scenes its what has made me what I am today. Strong, confident, confused, smart, intelligent, funny, vulnerable, and bitchy. At one time I couldn’t wait to get away from there and I did. I go back every now and then to restore my sense of self.

One day I may tell you stories of growing up there, some of them are pretty funny, like the time Eric got hit in the mouth with a baseball bat, or the time my sister thought a snake was on her back (I know we lived in concrete city). My first love was every parent nightmare, but I loved that boy, or bouncing a basketball under the streetlight with a friend I’ve lost touched with (EddieLee where are you)? Hitting Tony upside the head with a tennis racket every time I lost. And who could ever forget the nosy old lady who lived to tell mom everything I did. Mrs. Butler thank you.

So this is just a slow introduction of my life. As time goes on, I’ll tell you more about me, my successes and my failures. I’ll share more of my history, present and my hopes for the future. Catch me in a chatty mood I’d probably tell you more than you want to hear. Just remember I’m being me.