And so it begins …

This first post is dedicated to my starseed sister, Chèrie. She is the someone who gave me a little push …

Back in the ’60s, my mother married my white father and hilarity ensued. Actually it didn’t. My mom’s father initially disowned her, and I don’t know the real details, but I imagine my dad’s dad pretty much had a stroke. I was born soon after (10 months later for the record), and my mom drove back to Michigan with me in tow. Approaching the house my grandfather began yelling, “Don’t bring that peckerwood baby into this house.” Not doing as she was told, she walked up to him and placed newborn me in his arms. These are the tales of a peckerwood baby — transmuting darkness into light.

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