Moon Mami Writes

Whew. It's been a long while since I last posted. Seemed like it was only yesterday, but the weeks have kinda breezed by without any warning or care. That No Woman, No Womb business that I wrote about two posts ago seems to have come and gone-- but not without its drama, of course. I wrote about its first three weeks, trying to stick to a journalistic tone in this post for Examiner.com . I was contemplating for the longest about whether I was going to write a follow-up blog piece here on this blog, further elaborating on my position, but I thought against it. I decided that its best not feed into what I had long suspected was an attempt for media attention with very little substance behind. When the organizer of the campaign, Christylen Karazin, publicly admitted that she has very little background in policies regarding black families and children and quotes Daniel Patrick Moniyhan to make points about what black women should be doing regarding having children, then I realized tha...

I sent off this morning my last batch of stories for the upcoming anthology Pen Ten , to be edited by Rhonda M. Smolarek also known as Olive Rosehips. The anthology will feature stories written in ten lines/sentences are less. Here is one of my stories: Benson’s Release “Ok, have a good day-- love you,” Benson pecked Glynda on her cheek and then jumped out of the car in front of the construction site he worked as an engineer. He stood on the curb and watched as his wife drove away in the family’s dusty mini van before pulling out his cell phone; he dialed Vincent’s number by heart. “Where are you,” he asked, his voice husky with intensity. It had been three weeks since he had been with Vincent and he wanted to see him--the last few weeks had been spent convincing his wife that his interest had not roamed, but, now, he was getting antsy and needed some release; Vincent  provided his outlet of choice. Chiseled, handsome and cavalier, Vincent, an art teacher, had entered Benson’s...