Fast forward several years, and my Uptown boy is standing in front of me, eye to eye (not really –because he seems so much taller than I remember). If you recall, our separation was primarily because he’d moved away and a few other reasons. Once our arms were locked around each other an all too familiar feeling of comfort, trust, and love overwhelmed me.
When I first got my little Chloe she was only six weeks old and so scary. I didn’t have a crate for about the first week so I made her home in my bathroom. She would ball up between the sink and the toilet and almost run crawl behind it when I tried to pick her up.
What do I call wanting support from someone based only on the fact that we have something in common? I don’t know. But I really wish we as women, and we as black women would stick together. We all know someone in someone else’s shoes. This is the story:
A service person came to my apartment to fix something. No big deal.
Note to the lady who flipped me off…
Tell me this. Why are there so many angry drivers out there? Are you giving me the finger because you couldn’t give it to your boss earlier? Or is it your husband that you’re mad with? Whatever the reason- please understand this:
Your turn signal does not mean that I have to let you into my lane.
The day after… The dust has settled. What are you doing to keep Dr. King’s Dream Alive? What are you doing to improve the forward movement of the Black race? Are we sitting back waiting for someone to fill the shoes of the late Mayard Jackson and Hosea Williams?
My recent conversations were centered on -what my King Day activities would include, because it was a day ON, not OFF.
For as long as I can remember I’ve slept with my TV on. Occasionally music, but for the most part the television is what rocks me to sleep at night. I can remember back in elementary school I’d get in trouble for falling asleep with it on. My mother couldn’t understand why on earth, once I felt myself dozing off I wouldn’t just turn it off.
Everyone always has a tale of the one that got away, and I am no different. He was an uptown boy, you know, had a certain Hov-ness (Jay-Z) about him, but he was living in the A. We met at a local gym which was one of the two jobs he was holding down.
I remember the day we met. Looking around at people working out forming opinions about this one, wishing you had what she had, and thanking God you [...]
As we approach my favorite time of year, I have to admit I am getting pretty excited. It’s my favorite for a few reasons: 1.My birthday, which I am still celebrating. 2. I love fall and winter clothes and shoes for they allow me to hide my fat little belly, and 3. The simplicity of change, no matter how great or small it is.
I am excited for new shawls with sleeves, sweater dresses with pockets, leggings, boots and heels! YES. [...]
I met a young lady a couple of days ago who had a beautiful personality. She’s approaching the end of her teenage years and becoming an adult at a speed faster than her peers.
Life experiences seem unfair and untimely. But I hope and pray that she uses these situations to fuel her determination and her desire. Life is changing for her and she is now her biggest advocate. She’s embarking on a path
thought thursday…
I’ve been known to be a shy person for quite some time now. But with the help of text messaging I am able to say exactly how I feel. Am I hiding behind my full qwerty keypad? You could say that.
I usually don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, get involved in a verbal confrontation nor do I want to belittle some of the ignorance that comes across my screen.
