Don’t Be Afraid To Wait (Sometimes)

I was due to appear in a few literary magazines and articles not too long ago, but I decided to delay my feature. Why? Because the timing didn’t feel right to me. It was a feeling deep down inside that I couldn’t shake and I felt strongly that I needed to wait. Thankfully, the people I’ve been in contact with and working with have been both patient and understanding.

Looking back, I’m glad I waited. You see, if I had of went ahead and did those features, I wouldn’t have hardly anything big to talk about (at that time) in regards to my accomplishments as an indie author. It’s a different story now (no pun intended). I have quite a few things I can acknowledge in my upcoming features, but I’ll only list two. The first one being that The Chronicles of Neffie is being considered as a book to read during Black History month at a few schools. The second one being my recent indieBRAG Medallion award for The Chronicles of Neffie in the category of historical fiction.

I can say from personal experience that there are times in your life where it’s okay for you to wait; even if you’re a little afraid to. I was and that’s the truth! If it’s meant to happen for you, it’ll happen and that opportunity will still be there for you when you’re ready. Don’t be afraid to trust your gut instincts and if the situation calls for it, seek out some helpful advice from someone you know and trust. I know I did.

Waiting turned out to be one of the best writing decisions I’ve ever made. Get used to seeing the name A.L. Gibson in the future. I’m going to leave it at that.

Until next time, keep being the best person you can possibly be as you continue to go after your dreams. Giving up is NOT an option.

Don’t Sweat It

Time for another random post in response to a blog request. For those of you who are new to my blog, you can always email blog topic requests to This post may be a bit lengthy FYI.

I have a young reader in her twenties who recently experienced prejudice within the workplace. I was asked how do I deal with such unfortunate behaviors and to list my most recent experience of prejudice within the workplace.

Let me first say that even though I’m some years older than you, I still remember the stunned feeling that hit me when I had my first encounter of prejudice within the workplace. I was twenty-two years old and just like you, I was shocked when it first happened. I can tell you that as time goes on, you’ll eventually get used to it. It’s unfortunate that I have to say that last part, but it’s true.

As a person of color, I know all too well how I’m perceived by some White people. Not all White people are racist or prejudice, but some do exist within the workplace. I’m the type of individual where I don’t care what a prejudiced person says or thinks about me because they aren’t that important enough for me to care about. Do I sometimes find them annoying? Yes, but not to the point where I worry over them or lose sleep at night over them.

As far as a recent incident of prejudice within the workplace, a few weeks ago I had someone in upper management say to me that they were shocked to see that I knew how to interact professionally and socially. They did not stop there. They went further and stated that they were surprised I knew how to shake hands and hold a conversation. Unbelievable and sad.

If you are a person of color and you find yourself experiencing prejudice within the workplace, never stoop down to such a low level where you spew racism or prejudice back. Be better than that because you are better than that. Let them look ignorant and silly by themselves as you continue to live your best life.

Your life is not based on the negative thoughts and opinions of others beautiful people! Remember that. πŸ€”πŸ’­πŸ‘ŒπŸΎ

Until next time…

Just Foul

I rarely get on Youtube, but I happened to stumble across a video that blew my mind so much that I had to blog about it. It’s a video of a woman who destroyed a gas station because her EBT card aka Food Stamp card was declined. Whose fault is that? It’s not the clerk’s fault or the store owner’s fault that there were no more funds on it. Why tear up the store? You know I’m going to post the video so keep reading. The first word that came to my mind was foul and when you see the video, you’ll understand why I chose that word.


This foul pathetic excuse of a woman ransacked a gas station and felt like she had a right to do it. I have relatives who own businesses and I can assure you she would’ve been thrown out with the quickness. She wouldn’t have the chance to do the damage she caused in this gas station because they would’ve removed her from the store the minute she started to knock stuff down. My family doesn’t play when it comes to their businesses. The same goes for many other business owners. If she had of refused to leave, the police would’ve definitely been called. Not all cops are bad cops. Some people need the cops called on them.


It’s behaviors like this that makes the honest hard working people who receive EBT / Food Stamps look bad. Not all people who are on welfare and / or EBT / Food Stamps act like this. Foolishness comes in all races, nationalities and colors. If it were up to me, she wouldn’t receive another dime, nickel or penny of EBT assistance for such despicable behavior. Sometimes you have to teach people a lesson so they’ll understand certain behaviors are not acceptable. Click here. You’ll be shaking your head as soon as it plays.


Until next time…

Family, Friends and Fun

I’m a big goof ball as my family and friends will tell you and I like to have fun. Being silly and making those closest to me laugh is something I thoroughly enjoy. Life is much more enjoyable when you’re able to spend time with those you love and care for. Oh, oh, oh and how can I forget about all the (((HUGS))) and laughter?!

I was having a blast not too long ago and decided to share a few goofy snaps. One because I was asked to and two, to show the importance of letting loose from time to time. Humor is good for the body. It’s good for your health too. Laughter is good medicine in case you haven’t heard. So go on, have a little fun. You’ll be glad you did. Especially when you’re having a blast with your family and friends. Now that’s beautiful!

Until next time…

Black Salon Problems

Good Morning, Good Morning! I hope to find each of you doing well. I was tasked to blog about my own personal experiences regarding the popular hash tag memes #BlackSalonProblems. This is basically where Black women gripe about their unpleasant experiences in some Black salons.

Lord have mercy. Black salon problems. I only have a few that I can personally relate to because I rarely go to the salon. However, when it comes to #BlackSalonProblems, here are my gripes:

Seeing how I have tons of hair, you’d think they’d give me enough towels to wrap around my hair. My hair holds water for goodness sakes. Geezus!

I don’t play when it comes to pressing combs and flat irons because I’m terrified of them. I’ll let you slide with that first bump of heat, but after the second one, you will be dismissed. Sorry, not sorry….😐😭😫😑

Now I know it takes my hair a while to get dry, but dog bite it, you’re not going to keep telling me my hair ain’t dry after I been under the dryer for 2 1/2 hours. Quit it! 😑

This next one kills me. Some Black salons try to be slick by throwing out an extra charge because my hair is thick. Nope, we’re not going to go there because I told you from the get go! Stop playing πŸ˜‚.

Alright everyone, have a great weekend and be safe out there. Until next time…

Let’s Talk About It

I’m set to participate in a seminar this Fall with other fellow strong women. It will be an open and honest discussion about how most Black women are often seen as offensive and how they are often accused of having an “attitude” within the Workplace. The beauty of this seminar is that it will consist of women from different racial backgrounds who are not afraid to admit how most Black women are perceived, treated negatively and unfairly within the Workplace. How awesome is that?!

I love open and honest discussions and I can’t wait to relay my personal experiences. If we want things to get better, we have to talk about it. If you want someone who is not afraid to give it to you straight, you got the right one. I believe in telling the truth no matter how uncomfortable or unpopular it may be. A truth will stand forever, but a lie won’t. I know what side my bread is buttered on.

Until next time…


Mavis Staples that is. Since I’m taking a brief break from writing, I wanted to blog about a documentary I recently saw on Mavis Staples. For those of you who may not know, Mavis was the lead singer of the famous singing group, The Staples Singers, which consisted of Roebuck “Pops” Staples and his daughters.

Mavis had a voice that was unmatched and it was her strong and gritty voice that made The Staples Singers so popular. I could remember watching them on Soul Train with Don Cornelius and how can I forget waking up on Saturday mornings listening to them as my parents played them on their 8-track record player? We had one that looked similar to this one…

Touch a Hand, Make a Friend, Let’s Do It Again and Respect Yourself were often played in our house which is how I became familiar with The Staples Singers. From the start, like so many other people, I was drawn to Mavis’s voice as she delivered her lyrics. If you want to see what I’m talking about, click here and wait for the 3:25 mark. Mavis’s voice without a doubt demands attention and she gets it from millions of listeners all around the world.

I was shocked to learn that singer, songwriter, author and painter Bob Dylan proposed to Mavis, but she turned him down which hurt him deeply. He has admitted that his past relationships didn’t work out because he always wanted to be with Mavis.

Mavis herself has admitted that she wonders how their life would have been had she married him. Despite their past history together, they are still good friends which you can read more about it here on The Rolling Stone website.

Until next time, click here to hear my favorite song by The Staples Singers.