I watched “Family Feud” an 8 or 9 minute movie/video by Beyonce and Jay-Z. I loved it! I was mostly enamored by the visual food offered in the form of projecting our children into the future. Blu Ivy was depicted as a beautiful, courageous, compassionate, natural haired “founding mother” of the United States. Hair, hair oh… Continue reading Family Focus: A Review of “Family Feud”
Today was full. Open eyes. Meditate and pray. Pillow talk. Get my beautiful brown flower child ready for school. Make her favorite breakfast a pot spoonful of yellow grits and fried plantain with eggs like auntie Vu. Finish cornrow plaits from last night. Luckily, these will keep for a full week. Off to sweat cleanse… Continue reading Moving in Purpose is Making Love
Have you ever been in the presence of a child immersed in something new? An enchanting captivation is born. Their eyes widen and twinkle with the synergy of new information. Have you ever watched a child learn? Its almost holy. You can see them folding ideas into the quipus of their minds. They… Continue reading Its Truly a Wonderful Life
As a child there was this idea about the “End of the world.” (Insert 3 dramatic piano cords and a very baritone “dum dum dumm.”) It was a looming and ephemeral fear that probably came from a few epic movies and childhood cartoons. Then that fear turned into the whole Y2K thing… The first… Continue reading Its All Over NOW!!! or The Recipe for WORLD Peace
My beautiful brown flower child recently turned 3. We had a lovely pink and gold themed party at the house. Our family and friends came and they filled the house to the brim with love. The children ranged in age from newborns to teenagers. The adults were scientists, dancers, social workers, event planners, healers, bankers,… Continue reading A Blessing to Share With You
I woke up and I could not breathe. My beautiful brown flower child had been fighting a cold and after two days it finally got to me. Years ago I created the habit of waking up and being thankful for my health. I would speak to every part of my body and thank it for… Continue reading Flexible and Still
THIS is a lie. This is watering down American history. Some people from Africa were kidnapped and enslaved… The entire idea of calling kidnapped and enslaved people “workers” is disturbing. There is always balance. I was in the supermarket picking up some dinner when I heard the store owners son say, “…he’s the Real McCoy.”… Continue reading THIS…
Recently, a lifelong friend shared a work written by Alice Walker in 1972. The words were so poignant, fresh and fierce. They struck the center of my heart like a bolt of white light. In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens, is a short essay that provided me with an effortless… Continue reading IT’S IN THE BLOOD
I walked into a new coffee shop in my new neighborhood and left with a friend. We began our conversation with my coffee demands and ended it with a beautifully woven black and white tapestry. She was reaching past “white” liberal comfort zones. I needed a place to just be. We got to… Continue reading ANCESTOR PRIVILEGE
My body is the home of my spirit. As of late, I have been seeing myself as a house. What I would look like if I were a house? The first floor of the house is where the company of cool and creative people are always welcome. Welcome to rest from the weather. Welcome to inspire and… Continue reading If I Were A House
