Author Archives: F. Theresa Gillard

F. Theresa Gillard characterizes herself as a Black—not an African American; born/raised in South Carolina; currently residing in New England; never married; no children. Her day benefits-gets-her-bills-paid-job: a Director at a university in Boston. She proclaims herself to be a passionate never-gets-around-to-it writer who is a Rap-House Music/Cheeze-It junkie. What she writes is who she is—meaning she is a take-it-or-leave-it, yes-or-no, with-no-maybe-or-possibly person: basically, she feels it all comes down to that initial “F.” Email Theresa: (Author Head Shot Augment: René Laanen.)

F. Theresa’s Excellent NASCAR Experience

“Now, there’s like a starting strip (see how I don’t know the terminology?), where you get your speed up to enter the race track. So, we’re watching all the guys at this take-off point. And we notice that a lot of them stall out and they have to go push the car back to the […]

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I Am Not Crazy—Just Black

“Everywhere I go and every day of my life, I am reminded that I am Black—the you-don’t-belong stares; the being stalked while shopping; the getting pulled over, for no apparent reason; the expectation that I speak for all Black people. And the worst and most heart-wrenching reminders are the senseless and violent losses of so […]

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The Late, Great Xerxes, aka Come-On & Cat-Ass

“Xerxes was also very social. This meant that he had varying levels of mews, none of which actually sounded like a cat’s meow. He was very loud and, when he was a kitten, he would start mewing when I got home and continue all night until he became hoarse. None of my friends believed me […]

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Out Of The Closet, Finally (Best of Hubris)

“What my MS diagnosis did was broaden my ‘inquisitive excursions.’ It’s an integral part of my nature to seek answers. Like, when I was a pre-schooler and my mom wanted me to believe that a strange man in a red and white suit skipped around from house to house in a sleigh with flying reindeer […]

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The Blue Of John’s Daddy’s Truck (Best of WH)

“John’s Daddy was a firm believer in the afterlife. It was all that kept him going. There had to be some reason, some make-up for all of the bullshit that life threw at you. Why some assholes lived to be 90 and the most angelic people died horrible deaths at seemingly the threshold of their […]

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Love Thy Neighbor (Best of “Hubris”)

Status: Quo Minus By F. Theresa Gillard F. Theresa’s abused doormat. “You guys must be so tired of hearing about my housing escapades but, I tell you, it just keeps getting better. Seriously, I couldn’t make this stuff up. So, come to find out the lady downstairs is a wee bit beyond insane. Nothing strange […]

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I Whip My Big Girl Car Back & Forth

“Honestly, if you’ve never taken your BGC on a road trip, then you really haven’t driven. There’s nothing like a 700—1,000 mile road trip. My BGC floated through those NY, PA, MD, WV, VA, and NC-to-SC miles like southbound cirrus clouds gliding swiftly towards serenity.”—F. Theresa Gillard Status: Quo Minus By F. Theresa Gillard BOSTON […]

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Of Smart Devices & My Mama’s Gravy

“I think we can go ahead and blame Google for providing faster-than-light info, and Facebook for inculcating most people’s grandiose self-predications. And Instagram & Twitter? No comment. So, nothing is a secret and everyone is out there. Great.”—F. Theresa Gillard Status: Quo Minus By F. Theresa Gillard BOSTON Massachusetts—(Weekly Hubris)—9/14/2015—OK, my trusty readers (and other […]

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Flight No. 1247 Is No Longer Delayed: It’s Cancelled

“I am dog tired. Enough is enough. I walk back over to the carousel and wait for the luggage that may never come. I’m quite sure that this is due to our late arrival. There’s probably all of one person working back there. At long last, the carousel cranks up and there’s a collective sigh. […]

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The End

“I have no answers. Death is elusive; it remains darkly veiled. Yet, I challenge death. We all do. We challenge death by continuing to live. Some of us fighting as though hell is lapping at our shores. Others vaguely swatting at death as though it’s a drunken gnat.”—F. Theresa Gillard Status: Quo Minus By F. […]

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