The Barking Tomato

Easter Sundays: What a Headache

Of course, I awoke those spring mornings to the requisite Easter basket filled with green cellophane grass and heaps of jelly beans in Red #40, Yellow #5, Green #3, and Blue #1; not to mention bunches of beautiful pastel foil-wrapped chocolate eggs and, the crown jewel of the Easter candy crowd, a foot-tall, hollow milk chocolate bunny with solid chocolate ears. Breakfast? I was perfectly satisfied; stoked on a massive sugar high which, when combined with Aquanet, to hold my curls after sleeping with mom’s foam rollers, I could recite the week’s Bible verse, Luke 24: 46-47, in 10 seconds flat: Thus it is written, and thus it behooved Christ to suffer, and to rise from the dead the third day: And that repentance and remission of sins should be preached in his name among all nations, beginning at Jerusalem. READ MORE

Getting ‘Boobtober’ Off my Chest

Every day is No Bra Day for women like me who, for whatever reason, chose not to have reconstruction. I’m here to remind us that we’re not defined by mammary glands but by our unique creative intellect and spirit. That self-esteem is more the measure of our mettle in this over-sexed society we live in, one we too often feel compelled to “fit in” least we – God forbid – have people talking. READ MORE