LaToya M. Davidson-Perez

I can’t sleep. It’s an issue that has gone from comical to disheartening. My husband and I both have issues with telling the other no. So, when it’s time for us to both get some sleep we stay up instead to watch more television. Inevitably, he falls asleep before 2am and I’m left with, my nightly dose of what I believe are medications to help me sleep, insomnia. Last night was going to be different, I was sure of it. I’d put in a few hours of work and was deliberate in logging off of the computer by around 10:30pm. With my hubby still ironing in the living room, I curled up in bed and continued to entertain the thought of starting to read a novel. It has been months since I’ve picked up a book and I feel the longing, the calling of the comfort that I used to feel while reading a good book.

Instead, I grabbed the remote and watched television. It wasn’t too long before my husband was in the bed beside me and we were watching television together. It’s a bit of an addiction, really. We have X1 from Xfinity and quite honestly, there’s always something to watch. After watching Veep and Last Week Tonight with John Oliver we watched an episode of Bar Rescue and then when I should’ve turned off the television and follow my husband into slumber, I still wasn’t tired. I tuned into what has become one of my favorite shows, Life or Debt with Victor Antonio. Parts of me enjoy the show because my hope is that I’ll get to that magical moment, that breakthrough that I need for us to take more seriously getting ourselves out of debt. Continue reading “Life or Debt” →

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” →