#GratefulHarvest - Tradition: I don‘t remember a New Year‘s Day when this didn‘t happen. My Dad cooking a big pot of Black-eyed Peas and Ham Hocks on New Year‘s Eve. My Mom standing at the ready with spoons in hand to deliver the hope of prosperity for the coming new year after you got the midnight smooches.💋 When I was grown enough to hang out for a party or two, I remember my phone ringing like crazy after midnight.👇🏽
Anything Nikki Giovanni wrote is going to be good. Her poems can be incredibly simple and they hit like a ton of bricks.
It was hard to pick just one black author there are so many fantastic ones.
I‘m going to tag everyone that sees this. So you are tagged
#blackvoices @ShyBookOwl
pickPoignant poetry and short essays about people, places, and events. I didn‘t love all the essays, a couple of them seemed slightly confusing. They would start out one way and end up in a completely different place. Giovanni gives fantastic observations on life and world events. Beautiful writing.
NOOOOOO! 😫
I stuck my bottle of water in my bag to bring it in the house and kind of forgot it was in there. At least it didn‘t get the pages and there is a dust jacket to put back on.
One of my top 5 favorite poets. I‘m going with something “easy” tonight. I grabbed ‘Everything, Everything‘ as well as ‘Zone One‘ off the shelf downstairs. Might start one of those tomorrow.
"... And isn't that what literature should teach us. To be our own hero. To love. To care. To cry. To laugh. To live. And to try to let others live, too." - Redfish, Eels, and Heidi
Quilting the Black-Eyed Pea: Poems and Not Quite Poems | 
Time slides by. Now I‘m the pot watcher and the keeper of the spoons. The tradition passes on!
Photo Credit: The Internet (In Erika‘s Kitchen) (edited) 2y