SEASON 1 – EpiBLOG 10: (PART B) It was 1992 in Vienna, Austria. May 1992. Again, mostly overcast like that London trip just 1 year prior. Tends to be the norm with the European countries during the times of my visits for some reason. I remember grabbing the baton from...
SEASON 1 – EpiBLOG 7: (PART B) NOPE… I did not get the job that I really wanted, which was an Articulation Officer/Associate Professor position at a community college right outside San Diego proper. I also was turned down for 2 other full time positions at an art...
SEASON 1 – EpiBLOG 5: I could have used the excuse of being Black, Gay, or being a Woman to make excuses as to why life “isn’t working for me.” Truth is, I know that every person on this planet, White, Black, Asian, Gay, Straight, Short, Tall, Skinny, Overweight – you...
SEASON 1 – EpiBLOG 4: Three weeks into dating. You get butterflies seconds before you open the door to see the other person. You stay on the phone for 5-10 hours and don’t understand “where the time has gone.” Your pupils seem to be heart shaped like animators portray...
SEASON 1 – EpiBLOG 3: No money at all. Or “emptypocketsephlitas,” as I used to refer to it. This is a word that I’ve coined with my ex, which is a noun (n.) defined as “a horrible disease that tends to affect pants’ pockets, checking accounts, savings accounts, and...
