Archive for May, 2014
We are fascinated with celebrities. Intrigued by what they wear; who they date, marry, and divorce; where they live; what they eat; how they remarkably lose weight; and everything about them, our inquisitiveness has made the magazine industry mega millions for we read about them from cover to cover. Will George Clooney marry Amal; why did Solange really hit Jay Z; will Robin Thicke get Paula Patton back? Our curious minds want to know! Celebrities ….We adore many; form relationships with some that we have never met or will ever meet; and feel incredibly close to others. With the relatedness of reality shows, seemingly, the stars sit with us in our living rooms. Alright, admit it! You have a crush on President Obama, but you are afraid of Michelle’s wrath. You secretly eat in the closet but you crave to have a curvy body like Halle Berry. Enough is enough! You are hooked! You regularly scan Celebrity gossip columns and blogs like Sandra Rose, Necole Bitchie, Perez Hilton, and TMZ. I saw the National Enquirer that you clandestinely hid in your purse! I’m sorry! Excuse me! My thoughts were just interrupted! There has been a spotting of Kevin Costner in downtown Cleveland! I have to go … maybe I can catch a glimpse of him or get his autograph before a line forms!
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No matter how disobedient children become, motherly love never ceases. I recently listened to a Mother’s remorseful cry about her teenage son’s wayward behavior. As tears rolled down her eyes, we all felt her pain. No Mother wants to see her child go astray or fall victim to the dangers in the streets. “I worry because he is a follower,” she exclaimed. Chiming in was her Grandmother. “Child, stay with him. Don’t give up! Pray for him. Turn him over to God!” We can be the best parents, but it doesn’t always mean that our children will listen or take heed to our directions / instructions. Humanely, this young Mother may “give out,” but she simply cannot “give up!” One day, her messages may eventually reach her son’s heart when he realizes how much heartache he has caused! As Mothers, our children move from our laps to our hearts! That is where they will always stay!
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Liar, Liar! It is not understood why this particular colleague lies about everything. He is untruthful about even things that don’t require lying. His skill set is so refined that I don’t believe that he knows when he is telling the truth or fabricating a fib! Pathological liar is the descriptive term! There is a bet going on at work; namely to see if Mr. Liar can be truthful for one work day. I was first in line to purchase a raffle ticket. The prize is a first class airline ticket! Maui …Here I come! For him not to tell a lie is a herculean task. His tongue will definitely get him in lying trouble…again! You can bet on it!
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Two faced people … I know you know them. They are hypocrites and live up to the meaning of the title. They say and do one thing in your presence and are completely opposite behind your back. Of course, they are not to be trusted …even when you are looking at them! I find them to be despicable! What about you? Remember the sage advice of Dr. Maya Angelou, “The first time people show you who they are, believe them!”
I love my “true” friends. I simply adore them. They are an extended version of family. I respect them, protect them, do not speak negatively about them, and am loyal to them whether in their view or not! I am happy to see great things happen to them and sad with the inverse. My “true” friends reflect the rainbow coalition. Although I cannot see the hearts of my true friends, somehow we manage to always be a heartbeat away! Nothing beats the closeness of loving family and friends! Judge me not for this is what I was taught! Blame the “Mississippi” in me!
A White female colleague of mine commented recently on my blog post (My Word! on May 3rd) about the “N” word. Her comment dealt with the disturbing use of Black people calling each other niggers. Oh yes, we have heard the “N” word conversational profanity many times. “What’s happening my nigger? Nigger, this; nigger that!” It begs to ask: Does it really matter from whose mouth the word, nigger, comes? According to dictionary.com, the word nigger is a contemptuous term for a black or dark skinned person. Of course, it is equally derogatory, extremely disparaging, and offensive.
The “N” word does not change its dictionary meaning when used in colloquial conversations among Black folks. Its meaning is the same whether it is uttered from a tongue deeply rooted in the mouth of white or black skin. How can we as blacks rationally defend what we use ourselves? Guard your mouth! Be mindful of derogatory words because once they are released, they cannot be rescinded. The damage is done! Thus, the contemptuous word nigger is “out of order” in my court! I rest my case!
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I’m not psychic, but my body talks to me regularly now! I remember the days, not so long ago, when I would set my alarm clock, push the off button when it buzzed, jump up and be out of the house in a jack flash minute! My, oh my …have things changed! Now when my alarm clock sounds, it is a different story. Upon waking, I turn my body clockwise; place my feet on the floor – one foot at a time; stretch; and sit on the side of the bed for a few minutes until my body tells me to rise! Instead of spontaneity, my constraint movements have slowed because I listen and heed my body commands! So, my vibrant 60 self is just as spiffy as my old 40 being; just older, wiser, and a tad bit slower! But, still I rise! I rise! I rise! And I shine!
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I received a special gift from my two children this past Sunday. It had the cutest message inscribed on the bottom of the cup! “Happy Mother’s Day! Love you!” How touching! As I laughed and was about to take a swallow of my favorite sweet tea to quench my thirst, my darling son said, “Hey Mother, give me a sip!” Why can’t I ever enjoy what they bought for me without sharing with them! Good thing …that they purchased another gift that was mine exclusively! Geez!
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Watching a totally independent woman who once had ”more pep in her step” than most – now gingerly walk with a snail pace prompted an adjustment of my pupils. Our eyes never fool us; it is our acceptance of what we see that is troublesome. Last week, my vision changed with accompanying life style modifications waiting in the wings. I am now taking care of the woman who once took care of me!
Admittedly, the onset of my Mother’s move from Mississippi to Ohio last week was tensed. Aided by my two children, we lovingly converted our master bedroom into Mother’s private quarters. Actually, I was surprised at my elevated level of feeling overwhelmed. Not me; Miss Cool Breeze! My Mother has often stayed with me for weeks and months at a time. I know what it’s like to be under the roof with an observant discerning woman who can spot and inform you that there is a trace of dirt on your floor that is invisible to most eyes; who will perform her white glove test to make sure your tabletops are immaculately polished; who leaves advisory notes around your house; and who can taste a cake and discern that a 1/2 teaspoon of salt is missing. My Mother has never bitten her tongue when it comes to direction and correction of any of my life’s activities. Thus, I am no stranger to Mother’s scrutiny. So as she and I move from the once temporary visits to a more permanent living arrangement, I recognize the differences in stewardship of having your children versus a parent in your domain. Children, you instruct; parents, instruct you! Though I am the house’s power broker (I think), I am still the child in the eyes of my Mother! I am well suited for Mother’s temperament because I learned to zip my lips 60 years ago. Seriously, I am honored to be of service and thankful that I can be a vessel for my Queen! Facetiously, I have a few comments, but I dare not utter what I am thinking. I remember Mother’s favorite words, “I brought you into this world and I will take you out! ”
I don’t want to receive a backhanded slap!
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