Old Lady Glasses, anyone?

I am visually challenged. I can’t go to the bathroom in the morning without my glasses. If my dog were more obedient and less arthritic, she could double as my Seeing Eye dog. I went to the ophthalmologist the other day for my annual checkup. The results from that visit? A prescription for reading glasses and eventually, PROGRESSIVE LENS AKA “old lady glasses”. sigh.

Dear Abby. Dear Me.

While in the midst of a pity party my father posed the following question: “If someone contacted you who was dealing with the same issue you’re dealing with, what would you say to them?” He followed with this advice: “Pretend you’re Dear Abby and answer them.”So, I took my father’s advice and wrote a “Dear Kimberly” healing letter.

The Anti-Black History Month post.

Aside from my birthday month February is my favorite month. Why? It’s Black History Month.Although we get the “abbreviated” month– insert your joke of choice about Black folks getting the shortest month of the calendar year– I know this is one month when I will see quality television programming about Black folks doing something other than throwing drinks across tables, snatching each other’s wigs, or engaging in some other tomfoolery.

Pile of colorful gifts

Warren Buffet and my gift.

I was telling a friend about watching Warren Buffet on the Today Show. I wanted to purchase his new book so I could become rich like Mr. Buffet. My friend looked at me, shook his head and told me, “Warren Buffet’s gifts are not yours.”My friend told me that God has a huge room with a stack of gifts with my name on it. He is just waiting for me to claim them, and the funny thing is nobody else can claim theses gifts but me because they are mine. I want to know where this gift room is located and why doesn’t God help me find it?