Blue Man

I dreamed that a blue man told me that I didn’t deserve to even discuss the division of my family’s inheritance because I wasn’t a mother. I told him, “I hate you. I HATE you!” He didn’t look hurt, but he looked a little surprised. The blue man was someone …

The Ice Queen Cometh

What was it like to be a sexy girl in the olden days, Auntie Dreamer? Let me tell you, Sweet Pea, it weren’t no bed of roses! A young woman contacted me through LinkedIn, and when I followed her internet trail to answer the question, ‘Why did she contact ME?’ I discovered that …

Cutting Away the Past

I gave myself my first major haircut after a bad breakup in college. My hair was two feet long, bright-young-thing blonde and shiny like cooking taffy. After that breakup (that man, that boy, that pain), I wanted to demonstrate that I was a a new person, a woman who had survived. As …

The Finger

“Do it like I tell you!” “And another thing…” “I told you so.” I’m trying to make sense of The Finger. This is something I have been doing since I was a kid. It’s the digit equivalent of tapping the microphone, perhaps, or a way of saying, “I am explaining …