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Category Archives: Underemployment Files
It’s like playing the racism lottery and wondering if you’ll hit
Every time I go to meet a new client, there’s a part of me that wonders if they’re going to answer the door and say, “Oh…you’re Black. Yeah, we don’t allow that around the children,” and close the door; despite … Continue reading
Where I invariably find myself
Any trip I take to a bookstore begins, ends, or often begins and ends in the travel section. Today, I conducted something of an informal survey: 99% of travel writing books are by White authors 90% of those authors are … Continue reading
But I’s so hongray!
I can’t make breakfast because the housekeeper is mopping the kitchen floor. I think I need to find myself an old Negro Spiritual to make it through these dark and trying times of middle class privilege.
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Manhattan Beach about 6p
A friend from Vancouver moved with her sister to NorCal and they came down to LA for 2 weeks to explore the city, so we went to CPK (their first time), talked about Fringe, Canadian Customs, the differences between Brazilians and … Continue reading
I cleaned, organized and alphabetized 3 shelves worth of spices & liquid seasonings in my mother’s kitchen
Her response: “You’ve got to get back to Canada.”
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I was very respectfully hit on by a 40-something, 5’4”, Hispanic man today at the grocery store so…still got it.
Esto es por qué soy soltera.
Craiglisting: A pro-tip
When reading qualifications, if the phrase, “I have no idea what that is/means! :O ” flashes repeatedly through your mind, you probably shouldn’t apply for that position.
I went back to the stairs today
And this had already been painted over–but not the graffiti. Seemed a curious choice of priorities. Also, I’m surprised at how underwhelmed I am by the sun coming out. Like finally getting a phone call from that person you want … Continue reading
Footsteps On Concrete 