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I did it?



Tis the season.

Not for the commercialization of Christmas that we’re used to these days.

Not for the psychotic lines at the grocery store.

Not for trips around town to see which neighbor’s display will take top prize.

And certainly not for pushing folks aside, hurting others and otherwise dehumanize others because your celebrations are more important than others.

Tis the season…

For rekindling your faith.

For looking out for others.

For reflection.

For gathering with friends and family.

In my case…tis the season to embrace God and Jesus.

Happy Advent.

Angry for Them

Explain something to me…


It’s messed up that families, like mine, get wrecked on days like this. And for what? More shopping hours?

Of course you know the corporate folks get to enjoy their Thanksgiving with their families…

To see the faces of everyone working broke my heart. Some looked like they wanted to cry. Some looked depressed. Still others looked unbelievably upset.

I’m angry for them…


Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

I just want to take a moment to reflect on what I’m thankful for:

1. A loving family. They may be nuts, but I won’t trade them.

2. My son. Yes, I mentioned family. But he deserves his own line…if for nothing but the comedy

3. God’s love. I’m a work in progress. Thanks for not giving up on me.

4. My friends. They’re goofy, but i wouldn’t trade them for anything.

Demonizing Single Mamas

Yet again, I found an article that pissed me off:


So here’s the question I’ll pose rather than blow my top (again):

Which is worse…
1. Struggle with a single mother who decided to leave a messy situation behind
2. Live with a couple who is miserable but staying together “for the kid(s)”
3. Be adopted but forever wonder why mama gave you away

Absolutely Insulting!

So here I was, looking into news stories about natural hair and black pride since, for once, I was feeling a tiny amount of pride.

Instead, I find this story and this one.

So let me get this straight: if I instill pride in my child by styling it in a natural style, it’s unacceptable?

That, honestly, doesn’t surprise me.

I had the misfortune of having to cut my son’s gorgeous natural curls this summer. Mind you, I didn’t want to.

But I was told, “His hair won’t grow properly unless you do. At least, that’s what [my mother] was always told.”

After I did it (and nearly cried), I was told by one of my cousins,

“It’s a good thing you [had his hair cut]. He would’ve had a lot of problems later on, when he starts school. My niece (who lives in Washington DC mind you) had a lot of problems with her son this school year…”

Why, I asked myself.

Because his hair was long, according to my cousin.

“After [my niece] had his hair cut, she didn’t have any more problems with the school. His teacher had labeled him a trouble maker until [his hair was cut].”

Sad, huh? A child can’t show styles from their own culture without being labeled trouble or a disruptive force.

People in the Black community preach about instilling pride in our children. How, I ask, can it be done when we have to be wary of our children showing where they come from, be it hair, fashion, or anything else?


Guess what my grandmother told me when I took my mother and son to visit her last week?

“His hair’s getting too long. He needs a hair cut!”

Sigh. I can’t win…