Author: LaToya M. Davidson-Perez

The past day or two I have been upset. In some ways, I just couldn’t put my finger on it and in others, I knew exactly the reasons why. The tipping point came when, as I was settling into bed last night, I opened up my People.com app on my iPhone and the first story, which was accompanied by a photo of Donald Trump, was titled, “Donald Trump Says Harriet Tubman Shouldn’t Replace Andrew Jackson on $20 Bill, Suggests Putting Her On $2 Note.” My blood boiled and my visioned blurred as I almost lost the grip on my phone. In a moment, I had to control myself from hurling the phone across the room. I have never been so angry and afraid. He has been, as Charlie Sheen so eloquently puts it, “winning.” But I feel like we’re all losing as a result of this election’s theatrics.

I didn’t read the article. I refused to. Shakily I read the headline aloud to my husband, expressed my sheer frustration, closed out the app and then buried myself into my husband’s chest. No matter what the article might have said, I’ve had my fill of Trump. Gone are the days when I could accept and appreciate his showmanship on The Apprentice. It has been replaced with genuine disdain and occasional contempt. There is no avoiding him as he frustratingly gains more delegates and assuredly clinches the Republican Party nomination. Continue reading “Angry” →

Today has been a sick day. Nestled comfortably in our bed for most of the day, I didn’t allow this inconvenient cold to take me completely out of commission. Sure, it meant that I’ve only worked a little over an hour today, but I also didn’t allow it to ruin my spirits. With my husband by my side, today turned out to be a good one for the both of us.

I’ve been running myself a bit ragged lately. I don’t suppose it’s much different from the usual. However, it does often take its toll. I have horrible sleeping habits and despite knowing better, it persists. I worked in Atlanta yesterday and by the time I arrived home last night I knew that today would be one of those days where I bristle from the world and clung to the comforts of bed. My husband had been the instigator, having felt ill the day before. Today was my turn. I nursed him back to quick health and it was now my turn to feel under the weather. Continue reading “Under the Weather but Above the Fray” →

I arrived home from Atlanta close to midnight. Despite not usually having to contend with traffic at 11pm, there was a multi-vehicle accident that meant I, and many others, were at a standstill for some time on the infamous Grady Curve. And despite my best intentions and after having had a super productive day, I arrived home with Taco Bell in hand and plopped onto the couch. By this time it was already after midnight and my energy, not at all depleted, meant that I would be awake for several more hours. Sure, I’m now all caught up on my episodes of New Girl, but I didn’t go to sleep until 4am. So much for being good.

Today was no different. I took sleeping into the afternoon to the extreme. After waking up briefly in the late morning to allow pest control in, I went back to bed. I was diligent in setting my alarm so that I didn’t sleep through the entire day. My grandmother’s phone call right before my alarm went off at 2:45pm ensured that I didn’t fully waste the day. However, with less than 3 billable hours on the books for today, I can’t help but to feel a little defeated. Continue reading “A Well-Intented Respite” →