Nancy Wilson was an African American jazz singer and actress. Her voice won the hearts of millions of people and it was that same voice that won her numerous prestigious awards.
Nancy Wilson, as described by many, was much more than just a beautiful face. She was smart, talented, classy and versatile.
I would always get excited whenever one of her records would come on because I loved to hear her sing. Nancy was a sight to see when she would perform because her emotions would shine through her performance. You felt what she felt as she belted her heart out. Raw and pure emotion is what she gave you.
I can still remember how excited I was when she appeared on The Cosby Show in the late 80’s and sung acapella! Now that was truly a treat.
Sadly, on December 13, 2018, Nancy Wilson passed away from kidney cancer. Nancy will always be remembered as the beautiful graceful woman with a captivating voice and a smile to match. Nancy always carried herself with grace throughout her years and you know what? She aged with grace too.
Until next time, click here to hear my favorite song by Nancy Wilson.
I was having a discussion with one of my good friends the other day about a matter that had been weighing on her heart. This friend of mine lives in another state, but we talk and communicate frequently. Before blogging about this “issue”, I asked her if she would be OK with me sharing it. She agreed without hesitation; hence this blog post.
My dear friend was a little discouraged because a Black female colleague was making fun of her natural hair. What made it worse is that this Black female colleague was laughing it up with some of their non-Black colleagues. How sad. My friend, who has a head full of hair too, rocks her long natural hair in braid outs exactly like this…
For a moment, my friend contemplated relaxing her natural hair, but thankfully I was able to convince her otherwise. I shared with her my own experience of how a Black woman at my job made fun of my natural hair. It doesn’t happen often, but every now and then I encounter it.
This particular Black woman was also going around making negative comments about my hair to other non-Black colleagues. She told them that I should straighten my hair because Black folks real hair don’t look right. How sad and self-hating.
Even after hearing that, I was still kind to her because I felt sorry for her. Why? Because comments like that reflect a form of self-hate and low self-esteem. It’s nothing wrong with a Black woman wearing her hair relaxed, but if she demeans her own race’s Afro-textured hair, that’s a problem. A self-hating problem. Thankfully, most Black women aren’t like this.
However you choose to wear your hair, wear it proudly. Don’t bash a person because they choose to wear their hair relaxed, natural, permed, curly or any other way. If they like it and are comfortable with it, that’s all that matters. At the end of the day, it’s all about self-love and there is no need to spew hate at that. 🤗❤️🤗
Until next time…
Contrary to popular belief, I think that men have the most sweetest and selfless souls. Now I know all men aren’t like this, but a lot are. Those that are are truly special. I have a lot of dear male friends and we always have some of the most meaningful conversations. One recently being on how most women know how to play on men heart strings.
Guilty, guilty as charged and ladies, we are all guilty of this. When it comes to getting our way, we will sometimes do just about anything. And don’t let us be “dolled up.” For some it’s throwing tantrums, for others it’s crying and for the rest like myself, we make certain faces. My friends know that with me, I have three levels of faces I will resort to whenever I’m told ‘No’, which is rare. Once I get to my third face, it’s game over. Gone ahead and give it to me. 😂😭
My first face is what my friends call my “Stank” face. This is my first reaction when I’m told ‘No’ on something I want. 😤
My second face is my “But Why?” face. Here, I’m pleading my case as to why I should have what I asked for. 🤷🏾♀️
My third face is my “You Know You Want To Tell Me Yes” face. 😜 Gets them every time.
To all the wonderful men out there, ‘Thank You’ for being such wonderful guys and huggie bears to us ladies. We know when it comes to dealing with us, it’s not always easy. Especially when we are tap dancing on your last nerve at times.
Until next time…
Yesssss, you read right! When the new school year begins this Fall, Neffie may be a point of discussion at a few schools and universities! I am aiming for it to be discussed for the month of February for Black History month…I think I can pull it off. At least I certainly hope to.
This is still in the works so it’s not set in stone yet, but I feel pretty good about it. I’ve received some good feedback with what’s about to take place in the coming weeks and my heart is very grateful and full. I have a few other things planned in the next coming months which makes me feel a little more confident. Those who know me on a deep and personal level know that I won’t stop until I see something all the way through.
I’m going to make sure tens of thousands if not more know the name Neffie. That’s a promise. Watch me do it…
Until next time…
This writer loves her family. We can “crack on each other” or “talk smack” about each other without getting bent out of shape over it. We are quick with it and quick witted and I wouldn’t want it any other way! Today was my turn to burn and lemme tell you, they was “going in” on me about procrastinating.
I’m not a big procrastinator, but sometimes I do wait until the last minute to get “some” things done. Things that I know I can get done with no problem. You see, everyone’s definition of being late is not the same LOL…
So to all my wonderful kinfolk, you had your run earlier and now it’s my turn. Click here to see just how I feel and make sure your sound is on. You may have to watch it more than once to catch my sarcasm LMBO! Cousin Nita is still gonna do what she do! KMSL!
Until next time…
Good Evening, Happy Evening! I’m trying to play “catch up” so please bear with me…
Jo-ani Johnson is an African American woman who is blowing people away with her natural beauty. She is 67 years old now and she is strikingly beautiful and elegant.
One of the things millions of women appreciate about her is her confidence and directness. Jo-ani has at times expressed her frustrations of being mistaken as “mixed” or wearing a weave because of her long natural hair which she prefers to wear straight.
The reason why I’m blogging about her tonight for Black History Month is because of how well she tackled how society views aging women when it comes to beauty.
No matter your age, race, background or status, no one can make you feel less beautiful unless you allow them to. Remember that. Click here to watch her in action.
Until next time…
Guess whose been picked up for another review? You guessed it, The Chronicles of Neffie. I hope I get another good review. I’m super excited about this one too, but also a little nervous because this review can take up to six weeks! To say that I’m honored, humbled and amazed is an understatement. Never would I have thought my first novel series would begin to take shape so quickly. Yet, I still remain cautiously optimistic because anything can happen.
All this seems so surreal! I said it once and I’ll say it again, I don’t want any bad editorial / literary reviews. Let this third one be a good review too! Please, pretty please?!?
Stay tuned! Until next time…