Random rantings of the misfit kind.
Every year around this time, many people begin reflecting on the people, opportunities, and things that they are grateful for. We reflect on the situations and obstacles that got us to the point we're at today, and for most, there is an overwhelming spirit of gratitude and appreciation. Although I've been a little MIA on... Continue Reading →
I grew up poor, with limited resources and opportunities. When the 90's recession hit, my family went from lower middle class to just lower class. Food banks provided food for us to "quiet the stomach rumblings" on hungry days, and one-room motel rooms filled with six family members afford us the luxury of having a roof over our heads to fight the frigid-ness of bitter New England winters that threatened our lives.
One of my favorite hip-hop songs came on the radio the other day, and man, did it make me feel like a kid again. It was Ghostface Killah's, "All That I Got is You", and even now, those lyrics never fail to get me choked up. It brings me back to a place that most... Continue Reading →
Multi-Racial Misfit 