There we were. Our stage lit up. Our eyes blackened, mouths drawn in the shape of a distorted smile, giant red noses, oversized coats, huge feet. We fought for attention. And, we got it. We were the clowns in Slava’s Snow Show. It all began with a noose hanging around his neck, which he onlyContinue reading We are All Clowns.
I just got my hair cut and I loved it…when it was wet. When it dried, when the humidity settled in, I wore a beautifully highlighted but not so cool Afro. As much as I love Afros on other women, which we’ll talk about in another post, on another day, I don’t like an afro onContinue reading The Green-Eyed Monster: A Letter to People with Straight Hair
The great part about being a parent is always the intensity with which kids force me to have fun. They bend my perception of myself backwards to a time when I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to stand like that or say those things. So, here’s what happens when you spend summer with kids. 1.Continue reading The Best Summer Ever
When she made me laugh right in the middle of a full-on breakdown, sending salty snot flying from my nose, I knew my sister was my hero. The first time I saw her perform standup, it left me not just laughing but gaping in awe of her ability to hurtle a crowd into fits ofContinue reading Woman of Steel Uses Comedy as a Weapon
Rolling your eyes at your mother seems a rite of passage for most girls. My daughter rolled her eyes so much lately that I finally rolled mine back at her. Of course, I was extra dramatic about it. I rolled my eyes up with an extended flutter to emphasize the severity of only the whiteContinue reading You’re only as good as your enemy. That would be you, mom.
“Chaser, run faster,” my coach had always said with his whistle ready to blow it whenever he pleased. I was running fast, just not fast enough, at least that’s what Coach thought. I could never please him and I hated him for that. I also hated him because my last name was Chesser, which IContinue reading Chaser, Run Faster
Since Saturday, I’ve been upset and I didn’t want to write about it because I knew it would’ve been unfocused. I also don’t want this to be a place for readers to have to endure endless rants. So, I’ve been reading fellow writers’ posts while attempting to sedate the anger I still feel. But, asContinue reading Wild Women and Mad Men: Bite the Change