PHILLY STYLE

Had a marvelous time in Philly again on Sunday. As Sir Donovan and the Eagles crew were getting ready for the playoff game, I and my sister poets were deep breathing and settling in for our radio show on WURD 900 am. Had a marvelous, marvelous show. Several callers called in about my poem, Lest We Forget which I read in honor of Dr. King. Incidentally, if you didn't catch the documentary, Citizen King, on PBS Monday night, do hop over to PBS and see if you can grab up the DVD. It's a necessary addition to your video library, trust me. (While you're at it, Eyes on the Prize wouldn't hurt either).

But I digress.

It was fantastic to have callers asking me about the poem and inquiring where they can get it. The book will be out in Spring and it will be included in there. We had good conversation and I, once again, learned much about the inner workings of radio as I have always wanted to learn. The energy is good, I tell you, it's good.

The next literary salon is next Friday. Have much to do to get the word around. Emails, etc. With so much activity going on, I'm not anywhere near the level of SAD as I was last year. Didn't even order my paperwhites. I tell ya.....

Switching around my schedule a bit. Waking at four in the morning before the kids and the day ..... trying to get the novel writing done on the front end rather than the back when I am simply exhausted and bereft. It's stunning to watch the sunrise, to inhale my coffee (I know, I know ... it ain't organic, oh well) and settle into the arrival of new words. So far it's working. Trying to find anything to say at 9 o'clock at night has just been futile.

Lastly, the locs are simply beautiful. Why have I waited this long? My Sister-friend-loctician Korigo is hooking a sister up just marvelous. The picture on the main page is old (the only one I could find on disc) but I will, I promise, upload a new picture of me in my locs. My hair has been set on large rollers and swept upward into curled locs. The locs in the back are loosely braided diagonally into an "up-do." I told her yesterday, I fell regal. And isn't this what it's all about? Feeling beautiful. Knowing you look good regardless of what anyone else thinks. People keep asking me "how do you do that?" I say, I just let my stylist experiment. Isn't that what life is all about? Going with the flow.

Just back in from an all day field trip with my oldest and her class. National Aquarium.
Epsom salt here I come. Feet don't fail me now.

Be good,
Angel