Ain't Gotta have Teeth to Smile!

It's been yet another long while, and I shouldn't have left you..... Sorry.

Sometime around Christmas 2008, I was feeling very depressed, though I refused to admit it.  When I got home for the holidays, I realized how much I had been depriving myself.  I realized how much people really love me, and not say they love me, or want to love me, but really and truly do love me!  My family loves me with their actions.  Just being in their presence made me smile.  I had smiled the realest smile I had smiled in awhile.  I realized, yet again, what true love is and where true joy takes root. 

I woke up early one morning, before the children, before the noise of the day, before the birds started chirping and I spent the wee hours of remaining twilight with GOD.  I had been avoiding Him.  He had been tugging on me.  I refused to sit still.  I didn't want to get scolded.  I was afraid.  I knew, or thought I knew what He would say.  He would compel me to leave some situations behind.  And I already knew what I needed to do, I was just pussy-footing around, still trying to get what I wanted out of it.  Instead, I got more than I bargained for.  GOD was right.  He always is.  And I had to deal with the consequences of my actions.

I deserved it I guess.  That's what hardheaded and stubborness gets you.  He compared me to Humpty Dumpty and told me that He sent His Son to pick up my pieces and put me together again.  I laid there in the middle of my sister's floor rug, rolling around and frolicing with GOD!  He made me laugh.  He made me smile.  There was that beautiful smile again.  My comfort was in knowing that He controls my destiny.  My life is in His hands.  My security came from knowing that I am the righteousness of Him.  There is no need to beat myself up for my mistakes.  I made them.  I knew they were mistakes before I made them.  That's my fault and I accept full responsibility for them.  But there is, therefore, now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.  Behold, I am a new creature.  I'm growing these wings!!!

At what has been the lowest point of my life yet, when I thought I had no reason to smile, He got it out of me.  He brought me joy and continues to do so.  I am at the point now where I let negativity wash off of me like water on a duck's back.  I REFUSE to be bound by depression.  No matter how much money I don't have, or how little food is in the fridge, or how long the clothes have to go without washing, or how little gas has got to last until next pay period. Ever wonder why homeless people, citizens of underdeveloped countries, people who are sick or dying, or living with some kind of inability, can smile through all of that?  Ever see a homeless man look peaceful? It's a choice... I choose to be happy.  No matter what. I wish this feeling could last forever!  I have a new level of faith now.  I choose to smile :^) 

Peace,

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Searching for my Daddy

I've looked here.  I've looked there.  I've looked everywhere....

Searching for my Daddy.

I didn't think that I would have.  I never contemplated that I could have.... missed the presence of a father figure in my life.  Now that I am older, wiser, and stronger; I can attribute specific behaviors to the affect that that void had on my life.  It's not that I lacked love.  It's not that I never had a male presence, but ain't nobody Daddy but Daddy.  

I grew up in the house with Paw Paw as a young child and then my mother got married so her husband filled in the father shoes, or a step-father's at least.   A part of me wished that I could have stayed with my Paw Paw.  He would have cared for me the way a man cares about the women he loves. Having a step father wasn't all bad.  But he wasn't mine, and we weren't his, and all parties involved were keenly aware of this fact.

As I blossomed into young womanhood, I can recall my sisters and I being referred to as "undesirables".  Now, a statement as malicious as that would make any young girl stop for a moment to think about it, even if she knows it isn't true.  It was an attack on my self esteem.  As a developing teenager, every mention of myself  was a reason for me to re-evaluate and consider how I could become who I thought I wanted to be.  I wanted to be desired.  I wanted a man to want me.  A father, a grandfather, a teacher, a homeboy, a pastor.....a daddy.  It seemed for so long that he didn't.  Whoever he was.  

I vaguely remember meeting my Daddy for the first time when I was about 3 years old.  It was raining and the streetlights in front of his mother's downtown New Orleans home made the puddles glow an eerie orange color.  He wanted to hug me before I got in the car to leave.  Of course I shied away.  I didn't know him.  My mama taught me not to talk to strangers.  Hell, he didn't want me anyway!  If he wanted me, I would've known who he was.  There would have been no hug goodbye before we left because we wouldn't have.  

Somewhere along the line, I must've gotten used to being mistreated by men.  It was so normal that if it didn't happen that way, I found myself utterly disappointed.  I wanted to hurt, and be  angry, and upset.  I wanted to have to fight to keep him around because that's what I had gotten used to. The symptoms became the cure.  And I found myself on a downward spiraling road to self affliction and dysfunction.  And even though I would cuss out anybody who told me that I was looking for love in all the wrong places, that's exactly what I was doing.  I was looking for it outside of myself.  Now that I am more mature and have had a chance to reflect, I know, with a knowing that only experience can teach, that looking for anything outside of self (i.e. the spirit of GOD that lives in self) is futile.  It has to come from within.  It simply has to.

I may have gotten temporary fulfillment from the arms of whatever man would open them up to me.  Even if I knew that he was no good, and that he only wanted to get what he wanted, I stuck around because I "had" to get what I wanted too.  But the quick pleasures of sin are exchanged for death.  My soul would seep out on a regular basis, until a point when I thought I had no soul left.  And they did.  All of the men.  They left.  Paw Paw went on to glory.  Mama left her husband.   Every man that I loved would abandon me.  So I got used to it.  

There was one relationship that abandoned me so many times, and I was always there waiting for it to come back, that that became the new norm. I justified this behavior by saying that "if it's real love, it'll come back" not realizing that just because it comes back doesn't mean it's real. We have recurring nightmares too, you know.  It's like that story about the dog who sits on a nail hollering and groaning, but he doesn't get up because it must not hurt enough.  It may have taken me a couple of decades, but I finally decided that it hurt bad enough for me to not only get up, but to not sit back down on it!

People give good advice by telling you that you should be on the look out for common features, characteristics, and attributes from previous relationships so that you can make the connections and not ignore some serious red flags.  That is not to say that we should compare one person to the next.  Just be aware.  

I have had to go through a lot of pain and turmoil to get to the point of knowledge, wisdom, and understanding that I am at now.  You have to pay for these lessons.  They are not free, but you can reduce the costs if you first evaluate, consider, reflect, and grow.  Years ago a got a tattoo on my back of a Sankofa, the Adinkra symbol that means learn from the past, and I have just now begun to do so.

So thank you Daddy.  Thank you for not being there when I was growing into adulthood.  Thank you for building the relationship that we do have.  And thank you for vicariously showing me what not to accept from a man.  I appreciate it.  I have learned.  I have grown.

Dr. Ru & Mrs. Banks

I was watching an episode of RuPaul's "Drag Race" on VH1 the other night and was scared by the striking resemblance between him and Tyra Banks!  Are they the same person?!

OMFG!  His show is so much like "America's Next Top Model" (ANTM) that I almost thought I was watching ANTM.  And let me tell you, no matter how I feel morally about homosexuality,  these mofo's are FIERCE!!! Two snaps in a circle with your pinky out, baby!

I wish I could do my makeup like them.  I need their secrets.  Now, they do overdo feminity, but I guess that's because their not real women.  It is said that emulation is the highest form of flattery, but I have to admit that I am a little offended by a man who feels he can call himself a woman.  How should natural born women feel about that?  They have no uterus, no menstrual cycle.  They have to take hormones to get breasts and hips, and surgery for a vagina!!!

In all seriousness, I absolutely love Tyra!  Give it up for the black women.  (Even though she made a movie about four white teenaged girls)!  And I am pretty sure that she is a natural born female.  So, no disrespect intended.  I just think the two might be related or something! LOL

And why has Ru lost so much weight? Anyway....

Curiosity killed the cat, not Kyla!

Peace

NEW Bible Version! KIRV

Let me start by giving you some background on this...

At my Bible study discussion group, we sit in a circle and answer devotional style homework questions. The recommended Bible translation is the New International Version (NIV), because it is supposed to be easier to relate to for today's readers.

So we are currently studying the life of Moses. His life is so monumental that it covers 5 books (which every Bible scholar should know)!

Once we get to Leviticus, it starts talking about the law and how to operate in the law. So one lady answers a particular homework question and her version uses the word "harlot" another version uses "prostitute" and still another uses "whore". So we started making jokes about the authenticity of all of these versions and how some words, thoughts, and phrases cannot be adequately translated without usually falling short of emphasis, severity, and depth of meaning. Rarely does a word find itself putting too much emphasis.

But where there's a will there's a way. Leave it up to these kids today, or some Southern woman who's had to fight all her life to conjure up a way to say it all in a few short phrases, and hit you where your heart is! So the wheels in the curious mind startihttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifng turning. What if we had an "Ebonic" version of the Bible. Since I am offended by the connotation of the word ebonic, I decided to call it the Keeping It Real Version of the Bible. Full of slang and modern colloquialisms to keep the youth enthused!


Where Leviticus talks about not uncovering the nakedness of his father's wife's daughter, we could simplify by saying something like "Don't be trying to sneak a peek at your sister, your step-sister, or your half sister, bruh!"


Words like "knew" could be replaced with "screw", "smash", or the like. "Harlot" and "prostitute" could be replaced with "slut", "chicken head", and "hoe".

Of course Heaven would get blinged and iced out! And maybe the Rastas would want the burning bush to sit comfortably in between Moses' lips.  

The twelve disciples could be Jesus' homies, round, clique, entourage, boyz, etc.  Of course a large deal of research would have to go into this, with so many areas of the country having its own vernacular.  

It was just a thought.  I know that people of color, whose primary language was never English, still struggle to fully incorporate technical grammar into our daily verbage (individual cases may vary!).  Furthermore,  I saw a billboard for a church that used a phrase from some popular rap song to try to get the youth in church!  Maybe a Bible that speaks their language might help!

Peace

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Dear Loved Ones,

I haven't been writing lately, so...

This is just for me to let you guys know that if you wish to view my blog, you should use Google Chrome or Mozilla Firefox as your web browser. If you use IE, you'll get an error message.

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Happy Birthday Self!!!

Today is my birthday. I am 26 years old and don't know if I feel quite grown yet. I guess because all of my friends and loved ones already had families by my age. I don't feel left behind, I do feel a little incomplete though. It felt good this morning to get text messages and phone calls from the people who love and care about me, wishing me a happy me day. Especially after last night, when I resolved myself to simply coming home from work tonight and studying for the LSAT. No party, no clubbing, no drinking, no cuddling, no movie, no sex, no outing... Just me, myself, and I. I guess I never really was into birthdays. I don't remember having any parties or celebrations or big to-do's.

There was a party once, that I recall. Can't remember how old I was but I remember being excited. My mama was making me a cake shaped like Rainbow Brite and I got a Baby Brite doll as a gift. I remember the house smelling like cake and a bunch of kids coming over to eat my cake and ice cream. I remember playing outside and I remember my cousin taking my siblings and me to see "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" at the dollar show.


Video Clip from "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?"



I remember the theater smelled like vomit & cheese popcorn, and that odor mixed with the lingering taste of yellow cake and vanilla ice cream, spoiled in my belly. I remember trying to convince my cousin to let me go home because I wasn't feeling so well. She tried to make me stay, but, if I remember correctly, I threw up and then she had to bring us home. But I felt better after I vomited and wanted to stay then :(
But we left. And I don't remember having another celebration again. Unless you count going to the club when I made 21, getting tore up from the floor up, tore back from the neck back, and being plain old pissy drunk! Go shawty, it's ya birthday!!!


I guess, maybe I was traumatized by those events. Maybe I'm just a grouch and don't care about my birthday. It's really for others to celebrate the joy that I have brought to them through our relationships with one another. And when their birthdays come around, I celebrate the joy they bring to me.

Today is my Godfather's birthday, a friend of mine's birthday, and my bestfriend's baby daddy's birthday. We all have a lot to be thankful for. Even if we can't buy ourselves something nice this year. I am grateful today, just like everyday, that God gave me another chance to be here and affect change, and get it right (maybe), and live, and breathe, and be...
ME!



Happy Birthday Self!
Love,

Self
December 19, 2008



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Comfort Zones & Security Blankets

I have finally resolved and decided to relieve myself of the pain of past disappointments, let-downs, and other strifes. So, I suppose that I am now experiencing what might be called an identity crisis. While speaking with a new found "friend", (cuz I don't yet know him like that), I realized that this is quite a normal predicament to find oneself in, when learning how to love self, and let go and let God.

So, now I am back on the scene, with a gangster lean, bringing it back to yesteryear! I'm hitting up open mic nights, and singing, and going to ch-u-ch, and praising the Lawd, and reading poetry, and wearing the Pink Fro', and all that jazz!!!

But even after I decided that I cried my last tear yesterday, I cried more tears. Can you believe it?! Me of all people, crying after I said I was done?! I'm like Keisha Cole, trying to be the one sent from Heaven. But, like I said, I decided to let it go.

And I got back out there and realized that my sisters, neither one of them at least, nor my BFF was there with me. You know, bogarding people, getting free drinks, dancing our hearts out, being all the rage in the club. I had no one by my side. Especially not big sister foxy chocolate, who is my cosmetologist/manager/agent! She was nowhere to be found. I need her. Oh, I need her bad. She has been my rock and inspiration and mega-influence since, since!

But I finally got out there and started to network and talk, and promote myself, without any of my security blankets. We've always thought for so long that we each should be the one that each of us could stand on...

And then we came to the conclusion that maybe we were holding each other back with the umbilical cord attached, like some kind of vine and branches. So we moved away from each other, so that we could breath and give each other a chance to thrive. But I was so afraid, thinking that I could not do it by myself. And we do need each other. And we have each other. But we should not allow ourselves to become Linus' and cannot function without each other.

I've gotten to the point now, that I realize, I can have a security blanket, but sometimes, I need to leave it at home on the bed, and use it only to cry myself to sleep on lonely nights, or to comfort me in sorrow, or to warm my tattered soul. No matter what, I know that my comforting blanket is there to console.

For You

There comes a point in your life when you realize:
Who matters,
Who never did,
Who won't anymore...
And who always will.
So,don't worry about people from your past,
there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future.
Give these flowers to everyone you don't want to lose in 2009,
including me, if that's what is in your heart.
Try to collect 12; it's not easy!

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Back Up Plans & Other Dream Deferments

I just realized that I have invested so much of my life in academia and education because, surely that will ensure my success as a human being (pardon the sarcasm)!!

I went to college for four years and graduated. I even started an online Master's program that I quit after successfully passing the first class. Now I'm trying to take advantage of the free Loyola University Law degree that I could get. I have been institutionalized!!! Oh no!

Now I act like I can't function without going to somebody's school or something. My dream was to be a songwriter/singer. I write plenty songs. I have a whole book full. I overflow with creativity, but I guess I don't believe in myself. (How many people you know can actually admit that!)

I don't give myself a chance. I guess it has a little something to do with people shooting down my young heart and aspirations, or just not supporting them. I realize that at some point I must grow up and choose my response-ability, and not allow the past to dictate my future.

I honestly did want to go to law school for quite some time. I guess that came about when I "decided" to give up on my dreams and instead help others achieve theirs by becoming an entertainment lawyer of some sort.

You know...contract law, copyrights, intellectual property, etc. It's not a bad thing to do, but, it should not be my main focus. Law school is always going to be there, and so will music, but the industry is not warm & friendly to people of a certain age group. I don't know. I guess I'll try the law thing, even though, formal education was supposed to only be the backup plan.

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Maya Sophia

Look at those eyes. And that smile. She is beautiful.....

I can't say that I agree with how she was conceived in the mental formation, but I love her just the same. I have a new niece. My baby brother is a father now! I can't believe it. And me, 25 years old, and still no family of my own. It'll happen in time I guess. I'm not rushing.

It must be pure joy to hold such a precious creature in your arms and know that this is God's control. No matter how much we plan or plot, He is always the one who has the final WORD. He will always get the glory, and His WORD will never return to Him void.

So we can only prepare ourselves for what is in store, and pray that He guides us in all that we do. I love my family, and my new Maya!!!

Look at my beautiful niece!!!


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(Another) Black President??? Pt. II

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5 BLACK PRESIDENTS

From the Book

Black People
And Their Place In World History

By:

Dr. Leroy Vaughn

The Five Black Presidents of The United States Of America

My forward:

I found this article years ago. Didn't have blogger.com then. Sorry it's taken me so long before I actually posted this thing. There is actually a Part I, which is my personal "visibility" (opinion) of Obama's election into the office. I have yet to decide on what I would like to say, or the depth of how I feel so look for that one later. I know 1 thing for sure...

I'm tired of people telling me that Obama is the example that let's me know I can do whatever I put my mind to!!!

Last time I checked, I remember something that said: "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Phillipians 4:13

I know someone who feels that the Presidency is an appointed position. I wonder if that person still feels the same way. Hmm??? Very Very interesting! Anyway, the point here is that he is not technically the 1st Black President. Just like George Washington wasn't "technically" the 1st President. Enough of me. Please take the time to read this article. If I know most of my friends... this ain't news to you! Hotep.

Thomas Jefferson	Andrew Jackson	Abraham Lincoln
		WHO IS NEXT?
Warren Harding	Calvin Coolidge

Joel A. Rogers and Dr. Auset Bakhufu have both written books documenting that at least five former presidents of the United States had Black people among their ancestors. If one considers the fact that European men far outnumbered European women during the founding of this country, and that the rape and impregnation of an African female slave was not considered a crime, it is even more surprising that these two authors could not document Black ancestors among an ever larger number of former presidents. The president’s names include Thomas Jefferson, Andrew Jackson, Abraham Lincoln, Warren Harding, and Calvin Coolidge.

The best case for Black ancestry is against Warren G. Harding, our 29th president from 1921 until 1923. Harding himself never denied his ancestry. When Republican leaders called on Harding to deny the "Negro" history, he said, "How should I know whether or not one of my ancestors might have jumped the fence." William Chancellor, a White professor of economics and politics at Wooster College in Ohio, wrote a book on the Harding family genealogy and identified Black ancestors among both parents of President Harding. Justice Department agents allegedly bought and destroyed all copies of this book. Chancellor also said that Harding's only academic credentials included education at Iberia College, which was founded in order to educate fugitive slaves.

Andrew Jackson was our 7th president from 1829 to 1837. The Virginia Magazine of History Volume 29 says that Jackson was the son of a White woman from Ireland who had intermarried with a Negro. The magazine also said that his eldest brother had been sold as a slave in Carolina. Joel Rogers says that Andrew Jackson Sr. died long before President Andrew Jackson Jr. was born. He says the president's mother then went to live on the Crawford farm where there were Negro slaves and that one of these men was Andrew Jr's father. Another account of the "brother sold into slavery” story can be found in David Coyle's book entitled "Ordeal of the Presidency" (1960).

Thomas Jefferson was our 3rd president from 1801 to 1809. The chief attack on Jefferson was in a book written by Thomas Hazard in 1867 called "The Johnny Cake Papers." Hazard interviewed Paris Gardiner, who said he was present during the 1796 presidential campaign, when one speaker states that Thomas Jefferson was “a mean-spirited son of a half-breed Indian squaw and a Virginia mulatto father.” In his book entitled "The Slave Children of Thomas Jefferson," Samuel Sloan wrote that Jefferson destroyed all of the papers, portraits, and personal effects of his mother, Jane Randolph Jefferson, when she died on March 31, 1776. He even wrote letters to every person who had ever received a letter from his mother, asking them to return that letter. Sloan says, "There is something strange and even psychopathic about the lengths to which Thomas Jefferson went to destroy all remembrances of his mother, while saving over 18,000 copies of his own letters and other documents for posterity." One must ask, "What is it he was trying to hide?"

Abraham Lincoln was our 16th president from 1861 to 1865. J. A. Rogers quotes Lincoln's mother, Nancy Hanks, as saying that Abraham Lincoln was the illegitimate son of an African man. William Herndon, Lincoln's law partner, said that Lincoln had very dark skin and coarse hair and that his mother was from an Ethiopian tribe. In Herndon's book entitled "The Hidden Lincoln" he says that Thomas Lincoln could not have been Abraham Lincoln's father because he was sterile from childhood mumps and was later castrated. Lincoln's presidential opponents made cartoon drawings depicting him as a Negro and nicknamed him “Abraham Africanus the First."

Calvin Coolidge was our 30th president, and he succeeded Warren Harding. He proudly admitted that his mother was dark because of mixed Indian ancestry. However, Dr. Bakhufu says that by 1800 the New England Indian was hardly any longer pure Indian, because they had mixed so often with Blacks. Calvin Coolidge's mother's maiden name was "Moor." In Europe the name "Moor" was given to all Black people just as the name Negro was used in America.

All of the presidents mentioned were able to pass for White and never acknowledged their Black ancestry. Millions of other children who were descendants of former slaves have also been able to pass for White. American society has had so much interracial mixing that books such as “The Bell Curve”, discussing IQ evaluations based solely on race, are totally unrealistic.

I’m Dr. Leroy Vaughn and that’s my view.

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REFERENCES AND ADDITIONAL READING

FIVE BLACK PRESIDENTS

Adler, D. (1987) Thomas Jefferson: Father of our Democracy. New York: Holiday House.

Bakhufu, A. (1993) The Six Black Presidents, Washington, D.C.: PIK2 Publications.

Bennett, L. (1988) Before the Mayflower. New Penguin Books.

Brodie, F. (1974) Thomas Jefferson, An Intimate History. New York: W.W. Norton & Co.

Curtis, J. (1982) Return to These Hills: The Vermont Years of Calvin Coolidge. Woodstock, Vermont: Curtis-Lieberman Books.

Dennis, R. (1970) The Black People of America. New York: McGraw-Hill Book Co.

Erickson, E. (1974) Dimensions of a New Identity: Jefferson Lectures. New York: W.W. Norton & Co.

Kane, J. (1981) Facts About the Presidents: From George Washington to Ronald Reagan. New York: The H.W. Wilson Co.

Mapp, A. (1987) Thomas Jefferson: A Strange Case of Mistaken Identity. New York: Madison Books.

Morrow, E. (1963) Black Man in the White House. New York: Coward-McCann Inc.

Remini, R. (1966) Andrew Jackson. New York: Harper & Row

Reuter, E. (1969) The Mulatto in the United States. Haskell House.

Rogers, J. (1965) Sex and Race. St. Petersburg, FL: Helga Rogers Publishing

Rogers, J. (1965) The Five Negro Presidents. St. Petersburg, FL: Helga Rogers Publishing.

Sullivan, M. (1991) Presidential Passions: The Love Affairs of America’s Presidents - From Washington and Jefferson to Kennedy and Johnson. New York: Shapolsky Publishers Inc.

Whitney, T. (1975) The Descendants of the Presidents. Charlotte, NC: Delmar Printing Co.

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(Another) Black President Pt I

I had a little cold on November 4, 2008, that's why I didn't go to Bible Study or to an Election Watch Party. It was my brother's birthday and a time for change!!!

So, now that I'm back, let me say this first...

I know n*ga's across the U.S. is like, "I wish a cracker would!" We feeling ourselves right now, but the election of the 1st brown skinned brother to run this country does NOT automatically result in an immediate change in the world. Racism still exists, poverty still exists, statistics still exist!

And like a good friend of mine stated, a leader is only as good as his/her followers. We cannot, we must not, put our faith in man or chariots and horses, or political governments. Change is good, and is much needed, but one person can only do so much. I hope that we as a people do not get blind sighted and color struck and forget to realize that he is a politician. A good man, a family man, as far as we know, and honest and upright man. But he is a politician.

He is the president to all American citizens, the entire American race. Yes we embrace our differences in culture, color, ethnicity, gender, orientations, and the like, but to be an American is to be a part of a "race". No longer should we define race (I never understood it anyway) as a color or ethnicity, but as a national identity. That's just my opinion.

Obama did not come like the Messiah or W. E. B. Du Bois to save the Souls of Black Folk. He came to accomplish his mission, just like you and I should be doing. Let's leave salvation to THE ONE who can and has saved us from what really matters...eternity!


I had gotten so tired of hearing people tell me that because Obama was elected, that I should have a new hope in myself. That now I should realize that I can do whatever I put my mind to. It's almost to say that, "we've been telling you kids this since kindergarten, but now you can really believe it!" The last time I checked, I thought that I could do all things through Christ who strengthens me. I learned that from my mama and I always believed it. That's what gives me hope. I don't mean to take anything away from Mr. President Elect. After all, that's my president, just like the last 43 were.

I am elated that America voted for the best possible candidate, and saw past the issue of color. I really didn't think we could do it. As we all know, racism still exists. Stereotypes are exaggerations of realities and conditions, and people have made their remarks. It was like the OJ Simpson trial all over again. And I'm sure some white supremacist will use this election to prove that "they're taking over." And someone has said that maybe Obama will tell our young black men to pull their pants up, but LOVE is taught at home, just like everything else should be, including the pulling up of pants. Obama cannot teach us to love ourselves and to regard ourselves as Kings and Queens. That's society's job. I do pray that Mr. President Elect will continue to pay it forward, or pass it on, or give back, or however you'd like to describe it, as he has been doing. I believe in hope, I believe in change, but real change takes place in the hearts of men. For change you can believe in, that will never fail, look to LOVE.

I guess it's true about Oprah, everything she puts her hand to prospers. I need her connection!



Congratulations Mr. President. Thank you for adding to our legacy!

R.I.P. - Another young brother

This is just another sad story. I have to give love to those of my extended family who lost a dear loved one last weekend. They buried him yesterday and the pain was just so unreal.

I didn't realize how much I loved this person. As if he were my own little brother. God rest his soul.

There is no amount of encouragement that can take away the sting of death, but there is LOVE. God is LOVE, and He and time will take care of just what needs to be done.

In all things, to God be the Glory!

We will not put our faith in horses & chariots (the justice system), But in the MOST HIGH GOD.

Rest in Peace Frankie. We love you.

For the LOVE or MONEY????

I recently had a discussion with a friend who is debating going back to college, or the reasons for going back , and of course we weighed the pro's & con's.

While I was in undergrad, I heard from a few people (who didn't attend college) that it was a waste of time and that they will be making more money than me because they were already in the work force. Which, I could see why they would feel that way. But, the purpose of education, I think, is not to make money, necessarily; but to become somewhat of an expert and to increase your earning potential.

I have a friend who's mother practiced as an RN for years, but lost her job a few years back and could not find another position of equal caliber, because she had no formal training, even though she had the experience of over 20 years! Companies today want people with degrees.

I kind of felt bad because for years after I graduated because I didn't work a job related to my field, or a job worthy of someone who went to school for four years. Hmm... Let's see. I was a manager at Wendy's, a CSM at Walmart, a stocker at Kirkland's, a server at Pappadeaux's, A front desk clerk at Hyatt...
Anyway, I sat back and watched people who never even attempted to go to college, probably had a hard time getting out of high school, work their way up to more money than me.

So now, come to find out, I have a friend, who makes considerably more money than I do, but she has some college to boast, and I assume, is wondering what the point is now that she has experience and makes a nice living. I would love to see her finish school, if for no other reason than that's what she wants to do. Point blank. I understand her position though. And to cite my other friend's mother's case, there may come a time when she may be denied a position based on her level of documented (diploma) education. Who knows?

It was kind of depressing to know that I put forth 4 years of tedious learning, not to mention "squatting", "bumming", "hustling", and journeying across parishes via public transporation to make a great deal of money less than others...


Then I realized that I could be making that kind of money, if I had chosen the 1st job that I interviewed for. It was related more closely to my field of Business & focused on customer service, as opposed to the job that I accepted, which is in Education (we all know that educators are underpaid!). But I made the decision that best fit my personality and desire to do good & make a solid impact on a young person's life.

So all in all, I guess it was my decision and opportunity, and I chose Love for people over Love for money.

I don't have any regrets. I do want to make more money though!

*NOTE: If you want to go to college, DO IT!!! And keep working & making money too!

Campaign 2008 T-Shirt- FUNNY!!!!

The past is just that, keep moving forward!