Fresh Fridays: It’s not You, It’s Me

what’s the name of that store on the corner?

Aug. 16, 2011

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Exasperated, she raised her voice because I hadn’t heard her the first time. “How come no one understands me when I speak?”

“Mmmm… I don’t think it’s you, it’s me. I’m not from here, so sometimes I’m not used to hearing the way people talk here.”

“Oh you mean…. my ACCENT.”

Fresh Fridays: Blood / Exposed

another thing I’m thankful for: the colors of autumn. (2011).

Back in the day, when I was workin’ in the South, most my colleagues were white, black, or Latino.

Until I met Vladimir.