Life lessons courtesy of the bus
Life lesson#1 courtesy of the MTA:Don’t be so focused on the bus coming from behind that you miss the opportunity right in front of you.
Author: Mariama
The Anti-Black History Month post.
Aside from my birthday month February is my favorite month. Why? It’s Black History Month.Although we get the “abbreviated” month– insert your joke of choice about Black folks getting the shortest month of the calendar year– I know this is one month when I will see quality television programming about Black folks doing something other than throwing drinks across tables, snatching each other’s wigs, or engaging in some other tomfoolery.
A Muse comes out.
July 17, 1996. That was the night TWA Flight 800 crashed into the Long Island Sound. I did not know any of the 230 passengers aboard the ill-fated jetliner, yet after hearing the reports on television and reading the accounts in the newspapers my tears would not stop. I cried during the bus ride to work. My eyes welled up with tears as I emptied the dehumidifier. I got a lump in my throat when answering the phone at work. It was more than an expression of empathy for the victims and their families. The event seemed to unlock a much deeper sadness within me.