Unapologetically grown.
In the midst of much disappointment, some serious indignation, tears and rage about the verdict in the State of Florida v. George Zimmerman case, I nearly forgot one detail: the story of Trayvon Martin first gained national attention in February 2012 thanks to the tenacity of Black media.
Life lesson#1 courtesy of the MTA:Don’t be so focused on the bus coming from behind that you miss the opportunity right in front of you.
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.
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.
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.
Eunice Johnson, founder of the Ebony Fashion Fair traveling fashion shows is a trailblazer.Brandice Henderson builds upon this legacy through her work with Harlem’s Fashion Row. The fashion world is a more diverse place because of both women.
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?
When my friend Tye asked what I expected in the New Year, I felt an uneasiness in my stomach that rendered me speechless. I hadn’t given the subject much thought. The previous year was filled with so much of the unexpected that it cautioned me not to presume what the totality of a new year might be. Then it hit me: the only difference between December 31and January 1 is one day.
The holiday season is in full E-F-F-E-C-T. Whether that means making an appearance at your office holiday party, shopping or spending time with your family and friends you want to look festively fabulous.
When the axle decided to disconnect itself from my car, I had a meltdown. Right there, in the middle of the street. I had a meltdown. In the midst of my meltdown, I called one of my praying sister friends. I told her, I could not take one more unexpected mishap to spiral me into a financial or spiritual crisis. She told me that the only way to combat spiritual warfare is to say a prayer of gratitude.