rock classic still going strong in the eighties when i was in high school. oh, i never actually got to do the last dance slow grope with anyone. black girl with oprah helmet hair in a time when black wasn’t at all cool in suburban toronto. nope. so, this is more of a melancholy yet still beloved memory than anything else. still a favourite that brings a smile to my face. marking the space between that late blooming overachieving immigrant castaway child and this maturing being steadfastly coming to power with much difficulty, bumps and explosions along the way…incredibly still blooming…
if what you’re reading here grips you, holds you, fascinates you, provokes you, emboldens you, pushes you, galvanizes you, discomfits you, tickles you, enrages you so much that you find yourself returning again and again…then link me.
