by Anna Alapatt I grew up in a small sport centric town in Connecticut to a mixed race family. My father was from India, and my mother was the third generation from Ukrainian and Lithuanian immigrants. My town was predominately white, which always made me feel uncomfortable as a child. On top of that, my […]Read More
Aunt Thomassina, I don’t know how you convinced me to come on this family reunion cruise … A boat full of Black folks headed for the Caribbean—hasn’t historically been a good look. What can I say? Marronage to mariners, the Tubmans have come a long way. And, my, how much farther we still have left to go […]Read More
by Charlotte Farhan Once upon a time there was a little girl who didn’t know if she was good enough to be loved, she tried with all her might to be noticed – making adults laugh, being as well behaved as possible and by pretending to be whatever was needed, just for that feeling of […]Read More
That’s the color I’m seeing.
You are not anxious.
You are full on
You have no middle ground—
If you speak
and don’t get it exactly right
will be fast,
and from every angle.
Originally posted on The Daily Post:
There is an unsettling, nagging worry that accompanies impostor syndrome, that somehow, someday, someone is going to find out that you’re a great big phony. Impostor syndrome is the pervasive feeling that you’re faking your way through success, and that your achievements are attributable only to good luck. There…
Originally posted on Elan Mudrow:
There is a letter hiding Inside this envelope. Addressed in handwriting As if etched….on A print I recognize….. Familiar marks I wished, at times, I never knew Other times, I wished I had known better. So are our lives…..represented By this letter…… A relationship of a paper receptacle With its…
Two and a half years ago, I made a permanent move back to my hometown. It took me all of one day to realize that my deceased grandmother, my Mimi, my most favorite relative, was absolutely everywhere. My parents’ home was formerly my grandparents’ home. When my grandfather died, I was 16 years old. For […]Read More
I Like Blow Pops But I Don’t Like the Gum I said one night, as we sucked on the 25cent lollipops you bought at the bodega. That was Monday and we thought we’d be adventurous, you with green apple, me with watermelon. We’ve been dieting, which was your idea. I gained ten pounds by middle […]Read More
I’ve been thinking a lot about Wayne Dyer’s assertion that when you change the way you look at things (or people), things (and people) change. Even difficult things (and difficult people). I’ve also been thinking about the fact that there are things we can only seem to learn and understand when someone dies. Things about […]Read More
Open Thought Vortex is more than its artists. OTV is about the readers who show up every day, every like, every comment and every contribution of love. Since its inception, OTV has been funded out-of-pocked by Shareen, the founder and publisher. Shareen’s passion for supporting artists and art has resulted in multiple recognitions by WordPress and worldwide […]Read More