Shine!

Good Evening Good People! I hope that everyone is doing well on this Sunday. The weather has been so crazy lately and I hope that each of you are safe.

I came across a song yesterday that gave me a much needed boost so you know I had to share it with you. I needed something to motivate me to write and this was the song to do it.

This song took this blogger and writer back and I mean wayyyyyyyyy back. Back to a time when me, my sisters and brother were cleaning our house one Saturday morning while our Mama played her funk records blasting in the background.

When this particular song came on, we didn’t just clean, we boogied like we never boogied before. Our Mama’s hips were swinging while she was sweeping up the floor. Me and my two older sisters hips were bouncing as we vacuumed and dusted around the house. As for our baby brother, he was too busy busting a move.

Funny how music can change a person’s mood.

The song that had me in my feelings was Shine by The Bar Kays. I remember watching Larry Dodson get down when he delivered his vocals on a Soul Train rerun. And I can’t forget the handsome Lloyd Smith. He’s the guitarist with the long luxurious hair playing behind Larry. He sticks out like a thumb so he’s hard to miss.

Click here to see for yourself and while you are at it, don’t forget to Shine folks! Did you see what I did there? Of course you did and you smiled.

Until next time…

Nah

We live in a world where the definition of beauty is warped and I mean severely warped. I often blog about Black people and the Black experience because well, I’m Black. Hear goes nothing.

Due to slavery and its long-lasting stereotypical effects, many Black women struggle to find themselves beautiful. Some feel that in order to be seen as beautiful and acceptable, they must have straight hair, a narrow nose, thin lips, light skin or long hair. I have no such features except the long hair. Broad features are just as beautiful.

This sad and unfortunate way of thinking has lead some to go to drastic measures to achieve such looks. How sad.

I’ve had some well-meaning Black women over the years tell me that in order for me to be more acceptable, I need to straighten my hair more often. Well, here’s the thing: I’m going to straighten my hair only when I feel like it. Not because I want to be accepted. If I find my natural hair acceptable, that’s all that matters.

The last time I wore my hair straight was six years ago after cutting six inches off. Even then I didn’t like it that much because I prefer my hair in its natural state. To each it’s own. 🙃

Not too long ago, I chopped my hair off again and I love it. Did I consider the thoughts and opinions of others? Nah. It’s my hair. I know how to keep my hair professional while wearing it in its natural state. 🤷🏽‍♀️

In all seriousness good people, I want you to ask yourself, who really has the right to define if you are beautiful? I’ll go ahead and tell you, no one but you.

Until next time…

Infuriating

My heart aches and rages whenever I read a story about child abuse or neglect. There is no need for such horrible and hateful behavior, but it exists in this world that we live in.

Two days ago, there was a disturbing story about a deplorable woman in Des Moines, Iowa who beat two teenage girls so badly that one of them jumped from a second story balcony. Did you catch that? One girl was willing to risk death just to escape another brutal beating. That disturbed my spirit in so many ways because that tells me that poor girl was desperate to get away from such evil and violence. Violence that had been going on for years.

Lord have mercy.

When the police came to investigate this poor excuse for a human and woman, they found the other teen covered in bruises and deep marks on her neck from being choked. Of course, the girl that jumped out of the balcony was covered in bruises too and it wasn’t all from her jump. Their little bodies looked like a battlefield due to years of vicious beatings.

No child or anyone for that matter should experience such evil and cruelty by the hands of another human being. It’s disturbing to think about the number of children who are abused, neglected and or mistreated each and every day. At times, it’s too much for my own heart to handle and I can’t think about it too much or else it’ll depress me.

As always, I’m going to post the mug shot of this disgusting human being who used her hands to inflict pain instead of love on those she was entrusted to care for. No one, especially children, deserves to be treated in such a way.

Until next time…

Come On, White People

As an African American woman, it never ceases to amaze me when scores of White people react with shock regarding unearthed documents about slavery tied to major schools, universities, businesses and banks. I use the word scores specifically because not all White people are clueless when it comes to slavery, but the shock of those who are run in the millions.

Just this week, another news article revealed that an elite prep school in Washington once owned and sold slaves. When African American students were asked how they felt about the “unearthed” discovery, they gave the same statement like all other African Americans, they weren’t surprised. However, they were surprised by the number of White staff and students who were. To put it clearly as one young African American student mentioned a few years ago, “The United States was built on the backs of slaves so we shouldn’t be surprised.”

Think about that for a moment. Why are millions of White people still shocked by “discoveries” like this? Could it be that they really aren’t shocked, but pretend to be out of fear, shame or embarrassment? Could it be that they completely ignored the history of slavery here in the United States? Or could it be that some genuinely were not taught about slavery at the school they attended or at home? I say it’s a combination of all plus some.

Slavery existed okay and there are a lot of famous and not so famous wealthy White families, schools, banks and businesses who reaped and are still reaping the monetary benefits of slavery and its back breaking labor. Is it shameful and hard to admit? Maybe to some. But is it the truth? Yes.

What if I told you there are a number of big banks, schools, universities and businesses who used the intelligence of their slaves and took the credit as their own? If that shocks you, my goodness, it shouldn’t. Contrary to popular belief, slaves were not dumb.

We can’t continue to pretend or be shocked about these things. It’s bad enough that millions of slaves built the wealth of many White families, schools, banks and businesses with nothing in return. To not acknowledge it is an even greater insult to them. They can’t speak for themselves because they are long gone now, but I and others can. We can’t run away from painful and uncomfortable truths, but we can learn from them. Adding to that, we need to acknowledge it rather than hiding it or running from it.

Otherwise, more White people will continue to be “shocked” when more and more “discoveries” like these are made.

The link to the article I referenced can be found here.

Until next time…

Somewhat of a Biography

I am about to embark on something that will challenge me as a person and as a writer. It will take me to new depths, depths that I am a little hesitant to travel. Am I nervous or afraid? A little. Will such feelings stop me from doing what I am about to do? Not a chance.

If the end result will help others, then what I am about to do will be worth it. Sometimes we have to do things that are a little outside of our comfort zone to help others. For me, that includes my writings.

This next piece of written work is going to take a lot out of me. I will see you back here in a few months.

Until next time…

Quirky and Inspirational

I was looking for some quirky inspirational drawings and I stumbled across three I liked. These are guaranteed to make you smile and I wanted to share them with my fellow aspiring writers and bookworms. 🤗

Kudos to the the creative minds behind these. 😉 Now that’s what I call creative inspiration.

Until next time, keep reading and keep writing! 📖

When a Story Is More Than a Story

I’m currently working on a few writing projects and one of them is really tugging at me. Why? Because it’s personal and that’s all I’ll say. I already have a title for this particular story and an idea for the book cover design, but I don’t know if I’ll ever publish it.

I don’t know if I’m ready to share such a story and I’m being serious when I say that. One things for sure: Putting it all down on paper brought me a measure of peace. In other words, writing it all down made me feel better.

Imagine that. Pen strokes and some raggedy pieces of paper was all I needed to relieve years of…

Yeah, I’ll just end it right there.

Until next time…