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The Umbrella

My ol’ man was an eternal optimist. No matter how bad the situation, he always thought that things would work out in the end. Whenever we lost a game or a girlfriend, or some other teenage disaster, he always said the same thing, “I guarantee you, the sun...

A chip off the Block

Today’s blog requires a little back-story. Back in 2006, shortly after the untimely death of my mama, I turned 40 and entered my mid-life crisis. Stuck in a job that I neither loved nor hated, I decided to throw caution to the wind and take a year off to pursue...

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

As I made my way down Park Ave after my weekly allergy shots, I had already picked my blog topic and was starting to write it in my head when a unattractive black woman handed me a piece of paper.  It was an ad for a psychic, Madam Larue, or something like it....