I was literally sitting at my desk, going through old papers, when I started hyperventaliting. Deep breath in, out, close the eyes, focus, then ponder how in the world someone who once had stellar credit, money in the bank, a home, and a future, ended up with next to nothing, wanting, and grasping for straws. Perhaps that is a bit dramatic, but not too far from accurate. In an ever transparent way, the past thirteen years since leaving a well-paying corporate position have been less than ideal. It has been enough of a struggle to make me wonder if it was just me. When I was lamenting and thinking it was just me, in a roundabout way, someone reminded me that it was not just me and it was by design. Even Prince Georges County, Maryland, is seeing their generation prestige being swept away in the residue of the subprime mortgage crisis, the crashed economy, and the stifling racism that has strangled out many professionals who had more than a little bit of melanin in their skin....
life, really, and a latte by Tayé Foster Bradshaw