Sunday, October 19, 2014

Analog Girl…


So I recently took a break from social media. I also attempted to take a break or at least cut back
exponentially on my cell phone usage. That second attempt didn’t really go as planned but attempt #1 was awesome. I’m not the type to announce a social media hiatus. I’m more the type to laugh or even scoff at the fact that there are social media hiatuses to be taken and that they may require announcing. See, I am still an analog girl trapped in a digital world. Everyone who rocked hard to “Mama’s Gun” about 14 years ago knows exactly what I’m speaking of. I felt I identified with Erykah’s phrase back then but I feel it now more than ever. We’ve become soooo digital and sorry, I am quite the opposite of a techie. If we could take it back to the technology of somewhere between 1989-1993 I’d be just fine. So Erykah, while I love this phrase you coined, I am inclined to believe that as the years have gone by it probably applies to me more than you. I am slightly upset that I didn’t come up with it myself. But I thank you for it and now I will attempt to convey the depths of my struggles with social media and technology at large.

My social media usage has dwindled considerably for quite some time now. Most people don’t know it but I’m somewhat of a loner. Social media begins to feel crowded and suffocating to me. The thought of sharing my every move and mood with the world can be very unsettling to me. But then I have those days, possibly even weeks in which I’m like---“Heeeey, here’s what I’m doing!”  But as of late you would 

The Results Are In!







CCIA’s 4th Annual Youth Book Drive: Over the last four years we have placed over 600 brand new, culturally inclusive books into eight local Title I elementary schools. Thanks to the help of our local and extended Village this project has become a gift that will benefit countless youth for years to come. We buy the books locally. We promote literacy, positive self-esteem and cultural awareness. We also emphasize community involvement. If we can come together and make this happen; we can come together and do the same for so many other issues that need to be addressed. THANK YOU to ALL who have supported this project! We can’t wait until year five!!


We Did It!!

Posted on March 5, 2014

Peace & Love

Outrage Don’t Look Like This…

LA Riot throw up my handsI ask that you take a brief journey back in time with me. I do this often. I call it “time traveling”. I usually do it alone but today I need your accompaniment. Since you’re new to this I won’t even take you back too far. Close your eyes and let’s go back to April 29, 1992. The location is Los Angeles, California. The country is anxiously awaiting the verdict on the trial of the four officers we witnessed savagely beat 26 year old, unarmed, Rodney King on camera after he led them on a high speed chase. The world saw it on camera so it’s just a matter of how much time they will get. Keep your eyes closed. The verdict is about to be read. “Not guilty”. Gasp. Black America is in a state of shock, outrage and slight disbelief. The mood is explosive, literally explosive. Blacks and Latinos begin to take their anger to the streets. There’s been a culmination of anger and frustration over repeated episodes of police brutality against people of color. Now the people have had enough. Fire, brimstone, misguided but undeniable and many argue justifiable rage unleashes itself in the form of the now infamous “Rodney King Riot” which lasted for almost an entire week. If we traveled further into the past we could revisit Chicago, Detroit, D.C., Newark and Baltimore to witness the riots that occurred as a result of racial tension, the assassination of revered leaders and repeated police brutality. The temperature gage of the people was blistering hot.
 Fast forward to 2012 Trayvon, Jordan and two 17 year old, unarmed, Black male youth were 

My Special B’Day Request


Posted on February 11, 2014



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Stereotypes of a Black Female Misunderstood


why are you singleI’ve been pushed again. Had to bring it back to the keyboards. So let me just put it all out there in the beginning. Straight no chasers. I am a single, Black woman, over 30 with no children. I can hear the collective gasps through my computer screen. Now come the assumptions. Then comes the questions and accusations. Somebody is reading this and thinking they wish they could hook me up with their cousin Junebug. Oh I know. I know it all too well because I’ve been updating this same blog for several years now. There went another assumption. Yup. I telepathically read your mind. But here’s the funny part. We get pumped with all this propaganda and statistics about how most Black women will remain single. If I had a 27 cent for every time somebody says most Black men are in prison, dead, juggling women/baby’s mamas or with white women I’m certain I could treat myself to something very nice. But if y’all believe that hype why are you so mesmerized and at times judgmental at the sight of us single ladies? Can we live?
I would like to remind folks that people are living longer and a significant amount are settling down later in life. I can’t say whether that is by choice or by circumstance but it’s happening. There are even statistics to back those claims but they aren’t nearly as interesting as the “Dear Black Women You Are Destined for Doom” proclamations. I mean the doom stats seem to spark desperation,mass