- formerly Gabbing with Grace
netizen |ˈnetəzən| noun a user of the Internet, esp. a habitual or avid one. //// 1. My HOMEY, Micah talking about how he changed his mind regarding the “evils” of Black Friday inspired a great deal by this post explaining the upsides of Black Friday. Love. 2. The black musician who befriends KKK members & […]
I read my friend, Sarah Bessey’s beautiful words’s the other day and wept. Ten minutes later I’d written the following response. //// “I’m the one who gets on your nerves, the one you wish would go away, I know. Maybe I embarrass you. Maybe I worry you. Maybe I anger you. Maybe it’s a bit […]
When Dave & I decided to hitch ourselves together until the cold, clammy hands of death separated us I looked my besties directly in the eyes and said, “we’ll move back to Detroit in 2 years.” “Promise,” they asked with slight mistrust. “I promise,” I said with bold confidence. Dave & I thought we’d give […]
A few weeks ago Dave & I listened to Same Kind of Different as Me: A Modern-Day Slave, an International Art Dealer & the Unlikely Woman who Brought Them Together. (As an aside, we have been loving Audible. For $22.95/month I get two credits. That means I can get two books a month to listen […]
Dave & I saw these dudes perform today. They are Gabe & Kirk of Kinetic Affect, masters of spoken word / slam poetry. They were some kind of amazing. Super deep. Awesome. Engaging, raw, challenging & over-the-top talented. I was affected. What struck me about their pieces was how real-life it was. They spoke of […]
On 9/11, I have a vivid image of my husband bounding into our bedroom, swinging open the door and yelling, “Gracee, wake up! We are at war!” My 1st thought, of course was nuclear war. I thought we had days, hours, perhaps even minutes to live. (I know I’m such a drama queen, but seriously […]
**(What you are about to read is a sestina I wrote for my creative writing class. I was inspired by an online article about an escaped sex slave). The Rape of Humanity: A Sestina for an Escaped Sex Slave The room was filthy and cockroach infested. Locked in a cage. Shocked with electrical wire. Whipped with […]
The genocide in Darfur is deteriorating. As, I looked at my 8 month old this morning I felt heavy-hearted as I considered what it would be like to not be able to feed him. I’m in awe of the women who love their kids so much but have to watch them starve. These women […]
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