Sir Walter Scott said, “Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!” This quote roughly translates to mean that when one acts dishonestly, they are initiating problems, and a domino structure of complications, that will eventually run out of control. Bottom line, when people act in a dishonest fashion, what they do in the dark will eventually come to light.
Many have written books about men who are virtuous and embody strong values. The quote by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., “The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy,” sums it up quite succinctly in my opinion.
Growing up as a bi-racial child today in America is not unusual, however when I was born in 1961, it was a new trend. Interestingly, children of mixed heritage have been with us since the beginning of time, but here in the United States, we have what is referred to as the one drop rule. If you have even one drop of Black blood, you are considered Black. I was raised by my African American (paternal) side of the family and lived with my grandmother, affectionately known as Mother Dear. My grandmother taught me to always hold my
I remember when I first subscribed to Oprah’s O Magazine and how I looked forward to reading the back of the magazine where there was a section Oprah called, “What I Know For Sure.” She eventually even wrote a whole book on the subject.
I am grateful to see another year where I have been able to accomplish a few things, while pushing forward projects that are still yet to be completed. I am enjoying this season of my life.
This is the time of year when we take or send our kids to college. I can remember both the joy and sorrow of taking my daughter, Courtney, to Spelman and a few years later taking my son, Freddie, to the University of California at Irvine (UCI).
Summertime has always been an interesting time for me. When my children were little, they could not wait until school was out to enjoy the lazy days of summer.
Over the years of having the privilege and pleasure of writing this column, I have limited voicing my thoughts and opinions about politics. Politics is not my expertise and I realize that it is a very volatile subject and many people have very personal and protective views on the subject.
In America, Black women represent 7.8% of the population, yet Black women are less than 5% of officeholders elected to statewide executive offices, Congress, and state legislatures.
Although there are still disparities and injustices in our society, we have recently experienced some significant milestones, especially when it comes to African American women in leadership positions within the federal government.
The significance of Easter is Jesus Christ’s triumph over death. His resurrection means the eternal life that is granted to all who believe in Him is real.
When thinking of the word “season,” it usually refers to a period of time such as the changing of seasons in a given calendar year. Another interpretation refers to how the right or proper seasoning can make something taste good.
When you are blessed to have good people in your life, it can be difficult to decide who you want to write about or pay tribute to during National Women’s History Month. However, there are always stars in the universe that shine so bright that there is no way you can miss their brilliance.
My heart is full of joy and overflowing with gratitude every time I think about my maternal grandmother, Rebecca Ruth Reed Harris. For as long as I can remember, everyone she loved and that loved her, called her, “Mother Dear.”
The Ebell of Los Angeles Women’s Club, which began in 1894, honored Regina Jones, as their Member Spotlight for Black History Month.