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…
I can’t stand it when I see an elderly person uncared for. I’ve seen some elderly people who look like they’ve been thrown away and it’s heartbreaking. The worst for me is when I encounter an elderly person who smells like urine or feces or the ones who are clearly walking around in soiled and overloaded adult diapers. Lord have mercy, it breaks my heart every time.
One can’t help but to wonder: Where is their family? Do they not have people who care for them? I would never allow my beloved mother to walk around in such a way. I care too much about her and love her way too much to have her looking like she’s thrown away. My mother still gets around pretty good and is still active at her age, but if it got to the point where she couldn’t care for herself, my siblings and I would make sure she is well taken care of.
All of us are going to grow old one day, and those who neglect their older loved ones would do well to remember that. Let us hope that when WE grow old, our loved ones will still love and care for us.
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Tracing your roots can be overwhelming and time consuming; especially if you are Black. One service that has been very helpful, especially for Black people, is Ancestry.com. No offense to MyheritageDNA, but they are no where near as accurate as Ancestry.com. Ancestry.com is far more accurate and detailed than any other DNA testing service (i.e. 23andMe, FamilyTreeDNA). I’m not too upset about the money I spent on MyheritageDNA because I bought it for less than half the price during Black Friday last year. Whew!
Two discoveries I will share with you this morning has to do with what I found on my mother and father’s side. Let’s just say they got some explaining to do. I kid, I kid. On my mother’s side, I was surprised to find Amazonian ancestry that was traced to Brazilian Indians. On my father’s side, I learned that’s where my Middle Eastern ancestry (Saudi and Iraqi) came from. I guarantee you this is NOT something any of parents knew. Seeing how my father is now deceased, I have no doubt he would’ve been shocked to learn he had a good bit of Middle Eastern ancestry.
Now when it comes to my Mom, she’s going to “cut up” because the minute I mention Amazon to her and Brazilian Indians, her eyes are probably going to pop out of her head. My Mom is a trip, but she’s such a sweetie pie. With that being said, have any of you discovered any recent shocking discoveries about your ancestry? This woman has and I’m sure I’ll find more. I’m anxious to find more pictures of my Black ancestors from the 1800’s and early 1900’s. That’s always exciting.
Until next time….
Good Evening! I hope that each of you is doing well. You know I like to blog about inspirational stories and I have another one for you today. It’s about two beautiful fraternal twin girls named Jada and Maya. Keep reading because I have an adorable 2 minute clip of them to show you.
Jada suffered a stroke when she was an infant and as she was recovering from her stroke, the doctors found out that she had a rare non-verbal condition. In short, Jada can’t talk, but you can surmise how she is feeling based off of her facial expressions and the noises she makes. In addition to suffering a stroke as an infant and being non-verbal, Jada also has Ataxic Cerebral Palsy.
What makes this story so inspirational to me is the fact that Maya, Jada’s twin, looks after her and helps to care for her. She gives so much of love to her sister and even though Jada can’t talk, she gives that same love back. No words are needed.
When you watch the clip, notice how they look at each other towards the end. Ignore the nasty comments about them being half Black. Most of them have been removed. Jada and Maya are beautiful and so is their incredibly strong mother. Prepare to have your heart touched when you click here to see Jada and Maya in action.
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Instead of blogging about books and poetry tonight, I’m going to blog briefly about my youngest buddy and my first Great nephew, Bryson! Those of you who have been following my blog for some time now know how much I love my family. The love I have for them is unmeasurable, the love I have for them is endless. I often find myself tearing up when looking at baby pictures of them because they were precious then and they are still precious now. Whenever we hug, I have to find it within myself to let them go because I could hug them forever. I don’t want to let them go…
I received a picture of my Great nephew recently and I chuckled and teared up at the same time. Why? Because he is as bow-legged as I am. I’m the only bow-legged one in my family and to see him standing bow-legged gave me a chuckle while tugging at my heart. With his jet black hair and chunks of soft plush curls, he is the cutest boy ever. My oldest niece, his mother, is constantly being stopped because of his beautiful facial features, long curly eyelashes and plush chunks of jet black curls. And that voice? Oh my goodness!
Check him out with that missing sock LOL! I’m one proud Auntie and Great Auntie. Can’t you tell?
Until next time…
I just recently lost my father to cancer and it hurts in ways you cannot imagine. Unless you yourself have experienced losing a parent, you cannot even begin to comprehend the insurmountable pain it causes. For me, my whole world stopped the day my father passed. Nothing else mattered at that moment and I could not care less about anything else. All I wanted or cared about was having my father back…
After a couple of hours had passed and I was able to calm myself down, I began to feel at peace again. Why? Because I realized that although my father had passed on, he was now resting in peace. Adding to that, he passed away peacefully. This was not a “good-bye” to my beloved father. It was more of a “see you later“ because I know that I will be able to welcome him back in the Resurrection. That is what I believe in and that is what brings me comfort.
I am longing for the day when I will see my father young, vibrant and healthy again! Sulking in my sorrows is not what my father would have wanted nor is it something I was raised to do. I come from a family where our greatest strengths come from some of the most depressing moments and trials. Not only that, we have a strong belief and faith in the Resurrection hope. If you thought I was determined before, my level of determination has just been amplified times ten! I’m going to do great with my first novel series The Chronicles of Neffie and I cannot wait to tell my father all about it when the Resurrection comes.
I have one seal already on the cover as a five star read and I cannot wait to add a few more. This is only the beginning. Stay tuned for your opportunity to receive an advanced review copy before it’s release in February 2018.
Until next time…
This morning I had a conversation with a colleague at work regarding my ancestry test I submitted. He’s White and as you know, I’m Black and of Native American descent. I have no issue talking about race because I have friends from various racial backgrounds and we talk about race quite often. That’s the beauty of having a variety of friends from different backgrounds and cultures!
Any who, he asked why I would be devastated if I was less than 60% Black. As we laughed and talked a little, I mentioned that 60% to me is like “failing” as a Black person. I have it in my mind that regardless of my results, I’ll continue to see myself as a Black woman of Native American descent.
With that being said, I would still be a little bothered if I have a large amount of White ancestry. Why? Because studies have shown that Black people with a high percentage of White ancestry had many relatives who were products of slave rape.
I sincerely hope my DNA ancestry will NOT reflect that. That would bother me in ways you cannot imagine. Let it be like 1% or 2% European ancestry. Its bad enough my ancestors were slaves, but to know that many of them were raped and were products of rape is just plain heartbreaking.
Until next time…