the return

This post was almost titled “allow me to reintroduce myself” because much has changed since I first typed “Skinny Black Girl” into a blog header in 2008, but the part of my brain that thinks in Hov verses has not.

Welcome back.

That’s as much a message for me as it is for you.

Because I was finished with personal blogging. My life as a 36-year-old single woman in Midwest USA stopped yielding interesting writing material years ago. And publicly ruminating over every dream, personal failure, and identity crisis got old. I wanted to let life do its thing without wrestling meaning out of every bit of it.

So what brings me back?

A global pandemic that will find many of us increasingly isolated.

Chronicling life in these trying times on a steady, reliable platform that isn’t driven by disposable content and compulsory reactions feels… necessary.

So I’m here. On this plain ass WordPress blog with no bells or whistles. Just an ongoing story of an ordinary life under extraordinary circumstances; wishing all of us good fortune in the wars to come.

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a girl named rob

I used to be "skinny black girl." I'm now a slender woman on the other side of 35 with no new moniker who is not quite interested in writing under her given name. Still writing my life, a day (or some months) at a time. Also, still black.

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