The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
by Regis Boff
The tricky bit for African-Americans is that they were never immigrants. They are the only cultural race that did not experience any relief because they managed to get here. Most newly added peoples to this country entered with their horror behind them. Black people entered this country with their terror in front of them. I am only guessing, but this must somehow, deep in their souls, leave them longing to be in and see countries they never now know or ever will again. Maybe it is like growing up never knowing your own parents, forever shoving your love into pockets that have holes and can never fill-up.