The Potty Mouth Granny

  • The Myths We Carry

    Across time and tongue, humanity has told the same stories under different stars. In the hush of night, around fires that crackled with both warmth and warning, people have whispered of spirits that rise, beasts that prowl, and angels that fall. But beneath every monster’s face and every god’s name lies something achingly human —…

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  • Grieving Isn’t Linear

    “They told me time would heal.But time doesn’t move in a straight line — it circles back.Some days, I laugh again.Some days, I break again.Grief isn’t a journey forward — it’s a spiral inward.” Healing isn’t forgetting — it’s remembering differently. “Just when I think I’ve healed…a song, a scent, a song on a Sunday…

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  • Musical Musings

    When it comes to music, I gravitate towards music that fulfills a need in my soul. Now, the soul is a multifaceted being, therefore, my soul has different needs. Sometimes, my soul needs Donny Hathaway. Passionate. Longing. Poignant. On other days, my soul needs Sade. Silky. Cool. Sultry. And sometimes, my soul needs Too Short.…

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  • Scrambled Eggs, Lightly Dusted

    I’ve been watching MeTv Toons for over a year and whenever I hear the familiar voices of Magilla Gorilla, Woody Woodpecker, and so many others, I’m taken aback to living at 7246 South University back in the seventies. I am a little girl again. It’s Saturday morning and I’m nagging my mother to make me…

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  • Music, Music, Music

    Three years ago, I went to a concert solo—and I had an absolute blast! I went to see Duran Duran, one of my favorite 80s bands of all time. And of course, the night was made even better by the fact that one of my many “don’t-know-they’re-my-men” crushes was there: the band’s lead guitarist, John…

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  • Double Nickels Coming Up Shortly

    In just a few months, I’ll be 55 years old—and I can’t wait. To some people, that probably sounds strange, because society is obsessed with youth and soaked in ageism. But honestly? I don’t give a flying fuck. I’ve lived. I’ve survived. I’ve been through storms most people couldn’t imagine. Health scares. The heartbreak of…

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  • The Magic Remote

    The dating scene sucks. Like, majorly. If you scroll through social media, you’ll see a lot of women just tapping out—done with the games, done with the nonsense, chilling like a pack of villains, secretly plotting to take over the damn world. But let’s not lie to ourselves: every woman gets horny. At least I…

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  • Aging Gracefully as An Old Ass Cat

    Let me tell yall about this critter. In his old age, he just don’t give a fuck no more. He doesn’t cover up his shit. He just walks away. He uses his paw to knock food out of the bowl and eats it off the floor. And he’s getting fat. Look at him. Like he’s…

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  • Are you seeking security or adventure? Am I seeking security or adventure? A mixture of both because in order to go on adventures, one needs money. Which is a form of security. I mean, how will I go on a tour of Europe if I’m broke? Money means I will have the means to travel…

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  • Downtown

    Sitting here thinking about how when I was a little girl, I thought downtown Chicago was the most magical place in the world. So many people to watch, and stores filled with stuff I loved, like dolls and books. The skyscrapers and the restaurants. Wig stores😂🤣💀. Everything in the world to a little black girl…

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