Invisible Man

Invisible Man, published in 1952, is an award winning novel by the late Ralph Ellison. It touched on personal identity, individuality and the Black experience.

I personally found this novel to be both deep and telling. I could relate to some of the things he wrote about because I’m Black and I know how it feels to be “invisible” at times. Invisible in the sense where I’ve been purposefully overlooked or left out due to my color. Such experiences happened while at work and yet, they think I don’t notice. I notice it, but I must confess, I’m used to it. The majority of Black people are.

Since I’m an observer and thinker by nature, I would like to hear thoughts from those who also read this amazing novel. Regardless of your race or racial background, I would like to know what were your thoughts on Invisible Man. I enjoy hearing other people’s opinions and point of views. As always, if you are too shy to leave your comment, you can always shoot me an email.

If you have never read Invisible Man, you should. There is a reason why it won the National Book Award.

Until next time…

Don Cornelius

When you mention the name Don Cornelius amongst the Black community, there is no need for an introduction. For those who are unfamiliar with Don Cornelius, he was the writer and producer of the nationally syndicated dance and music show Soul Train.

Soul Train was formed because Don noticed in the late 60’s that there weren’t any television shows geared towards Black artists and soul music. With the creation of Soul Train, soul and funk artists could showcase their talents.

Prior to Soul Train, Black people were limited to occasionally performing on TV as guests on White programs. All that changed with Don’s creation of Soul Train. Soon, White audiences started to tune into Soul Train and it’s popularity skyrocketed. Eventually, Soul Train would even showcase White artists whose music was centered around soul, funk and R&B.

I loved watching Soul Train as a child because I loved seeing some of the artists I grew up listening to perform live. And who can forget the infamous Soul Train line and those Ultra Sheen and Afro Sheen commercials? Ultra Sheen and Afro Sheen played a part in Don’s Black is Beautiful campaign.

Listening to Don talk with his nicely shaped afro and smooth deep voice was a treat. I could listen to him talk all day. One of my favorite parts of Soul Train is when it was ending and Don would say: “I’m Don Cornelius, and as always in parting, we wish you love, peace and soul!”

With all the success and positivity that Soul Train brought to the Black community, it saddens many how Don Cornelius’s life ended. Don suffered with seizures, battled Alzheimer’s and his health steadily declined. He was in constant pain the last 15 years of his life and unfortunately he decided to end his life.

Soul Train will always be one of those shows that is cherished amongst the Black community because it was a show where Black people were portrayed in a good way. It also showed people how to have fun, dance and get down!

If you have never watched an episode of Soul Train, you are really missing out. To see a brief clip of one of my favorite episodes, click here.

The next time you are on YouTube, search for it. It’ll have you smiling and dancing before you know it. ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿพ

To listen to a brief catchy remix of the theme song, click here.

Until next time…love, peace and soul!

No Excuse! – Words of Wisdom

I came across a disturbing Instagram post where a man literally head stomped a man during a fight. This triggered me because I used to fight in such a disturbing manner. To see it made me even more ashamed of how I fought in the past. Yes, I became ashamed at myself all over again. I know we all get angry from time to time, but there is absolutely no excuse to lose your temper in such a way.

Imagine the guilt you’ll end up feeling if that person would have died or suffered a serious injury. I still feel guilty for some of the injuries I caused in the past. When you begin to realize how stupid and immature it is to react in such a way, you’ll do everything within your power to change. Keep in mind, that other person has family and friends that love them too.

I haven’t fought in well over ten years and I don’t plan to again. I will distance myself from situations that have the potential to trigger me. I will walk away from arguments that have the potential to get physical. I will pray wholeheartedly that I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself if someone hits me. Worst case scenario, if I have to defend myself again, I will try my very best not to cause someone else serious damage.

It’s always best to walk away from confrontations and if you find it hard to, pray to God to give you the strength to. After all, He is much mightier than us all. The woman writing this post is loving the peace she has acquired from the change she made over ten years ago. Hopefully the man in that video will do the same.

Happy Friday Good People! ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿค—โค๏ธ

Until next time…

Compelled to Share

Some people mistakenly think that what I post or share on my social media is a complete representation of who I am. The truth is, what I share with my readers and on my social media is just a fraction of who I am. A small conversation here and there also doesn’t mean that a person “knows” me. Those who think they know me, I let them think they do. ๐Ÿ™ƒ

One mo’ day until Friday! ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿพ Let’s do this good people! ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿพ

Until next time…

Lesandro Guzman Feliz

If you have been watching the news lately, you have probably heard the terrible tragedy surrounding Lesandro Guzman Feliz. Known as ‘Junior’ to his family and friends, this beautiful fifteen year old lost his life because five disgusting, low-life excuses for men attacked him. Why? Because they mistook him for another individual who made a sex tape of one of the suspects sister. Did you catch that? They were going to kill someone any way over a sex tape!


What angers me the most about this tragedy is how no one helped this poor fifteen year old who was first attacked in a Bronx Bodega, dragged outside where he was attacked some more, stabbed and hacked with a machete! The video is circulating around the internet and I refuse to watch it because the video stills of Lesandro’s face riddled with fear shook me to my core. It broke my heart in more ways than one just thinking about how confused Lesandro must have been as all this was taking place. This beautiful child only went to the Bodega to give one of his friends five dollars so he could get him something to eat. That right there does something to me. It does more than just break my heart…


I was glued to the reports as one suspect after another was caught and I wouldn’t be satisfied until all five were caught. Today that finally happened. One of these pathetic, scum filled excuses for a human being was turned in by his own mother. Good! Because I would have done the same thing. If that had of been me or one of my other siblings who did something so vile, my parents would have turned us in with the quickness before beating the mess out of us. My parents don’t play! Take a look at these heartless suspects.


I pray, as I’m sure millions of others are, that some sort of peace will fill the hearts of Lesandro’s family now that all five suspects have been caught. Especially his heart-broken mother. I know it won’t bring him back, but at least she can see the outrage that was shared along with her and how the public went above and beyond to help the police capture her son’s killers so they can be brought to justice. As far as I’m concerned, throw the book at them. They are nothing but pieces of sub-human filth to do something so hateful, vicious and disgusting! Garbage, pure garbage is what they are. Lesandro didn’t deserve what happened to him nor does anyone else.


Until next time…


The Books Are Coming!ย 

Can you believe it? This has been a long time coming! It just seems so surreal to me! I am about to order another shipment of Poka City Blues to have in stock so that I can get this story in the hands of readers as quickly as possible when they order online. Seeing how April 28th is soon to be here, I want to make sure that I have plenty of books available on hand to ship out once that day arrives. 

My fingers are going to be a bit achy for the next week and a half since I will be busy writing inspirational messages in each copy, but it is going to be worth it. Never would I have dreamed the number of readers who requested a paperback version of this story. It is all thanks to a few contests (where I came close to winning) and of course, literary reviews. Poka City Blues would have remained an Ebook if it was not for the number of paperback requests. 

For the independent writers out there, do not become discouraged if your Ebooks have not sold a lot of copies. Poka City Blues only sold a couple thousand as an Ebook and that is the honest truth. After entering a few contests and submitting it for literary reviews, a whole new world of readers became interested in it and soon started to request paperback copies. Silly me assumed most readers loved Ebooks because we are in the “age of technology.” That is so far from the truth. The fact is the MAJORITY of readers prefer reading a story in an actual book versus on a tablet or iPad. Makes sense if you really think about it. 

As you can see, I am really working hard to get this amazing story out there and as a token of my appreciation, I am going to give away five FREE copies. Stay tuned because next week I will post how you can enter to win your own copy of Poka City Blues valued at $21.95. What is next on my book list to offer in print form? Well, for that you will have to wait and see. I am taking it one book at a time. 

Have a wonderful day everybody and may all your dreams and aspirations come true. I am rooting for you! You got this!! 

Until next time… 

What is in a Nickname?ย 

โ€‹Nicknames are funny are they not? I know some folks may disagree. Whether you agree or disagree, the fact that remains is that you yourself has a nickname or two or three or more. There is no escaping it. It is almost like a rite of passage. 

I have two nicknames that I am not too fond of, but I have come to accept them. Why? Because my kinfolks hardly ever call me by my first name. Go figure. “Lil Bit” and “Meany” is what I am called and I cannot stand the latter one. I am called “Lil Bit” first and foremost because I am considered the runt in my family due to my small frame. I got the nickname “Meany” from my Maternal Grandfather because he said I was mean and always meant what I said.

I really do not care to be called “Meany” because I am honestly not a mean person. I do however always mean what I say. To me, there is a difference. Nevertheless, at the end of the day, a nickname is just that, a nickname. That does not always mean that the nickname given to you is true. Family. Don’t you just love ’em? I wouldn’t trade mine for nothing in the world. 

Until next time…