I once heard that the sweetest sounds in the English language are the words home, a person’s name, and the word mother. In my case, the word with the sweetest sound is the word grandmother.
My husband and I recently had a most enjoyable evening when we had the privilege and pleasure to attend a play called, “The Waiting Room,” directed by Dr. Kanisha Bennett of Anointed Feet Dance. The performance was absolutely phenomenal.
Have you ever felt like life was either moving too fast or too slow? No matter what you did it either was not enough or too little too late.
The saying goes that April Showers brings May flowers. We have experienced much rain lately, and I think most of us are ready for more sunshine.
As a young girl, I witnessed my grandmother praying on her knees in her bedroom or with her head bowed at the kitchen table talking to the Lord. Through her example, she taught me that there is nothing that we cannot discuss with God and that there is nothing too big for God to handle. My grandmother drilled into me that it was not the praying that God honored, but rather the faith we have that he will answer our prayers.
Life is full of ups and downs twists and turns, but it does not have to be difficult or impossible if we are yoked up with the right people. When I say “yoked up with,” I mean being in a relationship with another person. It could mean a marriage or just who you spend your time with.
What do children in elementary school know about racism, sexism, xenophobia, homophobia, discrimination, hatred, and bigotry? “Nothing” should be the answer. We are not born with a chromosome or gene that makes any of these things innate within us, our DNA does not dictate that we must display any of these behaviors.
Women have long been keepers of our history and creativity. I have the pleasure of knowing, supporting, and being friends with some of the best Black women artists and historians of our day.
The month of February is a time for celebrating love. Everywhere we look there are roses, little red hearts, boxes of chocolates, people going to candlelight dinners, and girlfriends even celebrating “Galentine’s Day.”
I remember the days when I had the honor of working with Ms. Mordena Moore. Ms. Mordena was very active in our community and she made sure her “girls” (no matter how old we were) stay connected to and understood our history. She is one of my sheroes.
This Valentine’s Season, I want to send an open letter of love to our ancestors who came before us that sacrificed so much, oftentimes their own lives, to show their love for future generations to experience a better life.
When life throws you a curve ball, you must either sit on the sidelines or get in the game. Recently, I had someone very close to me admitted to the hospital, and I had to not only help with things pertaining to their home and personal business, but I also had to make serious decisions pertaining to their health and overall wellbeing.
Selling an individual for the purpose of sex and pleasure has been with us since the beginning of time. Oftentimes, the media and Hollywood try to glamorize the process by dressing up women and girls (and I know sometimes boys) to appeal to those who support such activities.
The holidays are just about behind us, the cleaning up has been put in motion, but many of us are dragging our feet to step into the new year.
My grandmother had little sayings and phrases that she would tell her children, grandchildren, and probably anyone that would listen. The other day, one of my cousins reminded me of one of them.