Wednesday, December 31, 2014

The Worst and the Best of 2014

The worst thing someone told me this year:

"Nobody wanted you. Your birth mother didn't even want you, but I did."

-- my mother.

The best thing someone told me this year:

"Arianna only sent two postcards during her trip to Eritrea.One to her Grandmother and the other to you."

--Rita,   my Goddaughter's mom.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014


She was like a band-aid that I should have slowly peeled off years ago but I eventually ended up having to tear off recently. And it hurt.
But the pain will go away.

Monday, December 29, 2014

I'm ready

Hopefully 2014 won't be duplicated. I leave behind every thing (and everyone) that's useless, too heavy to carry and has been hurtful to my heart. Even if I love them.
I will not allow anyone to walk through my mind with their dirty feet. --Mahatma Gandhi
Come on 2015, I'm ready for ya! Make it hot

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Black Art



I know that's right!

Note to self

True Dat

Note to self



His support



Friday, December 26, 2014

& there you have it


I'm just sayin'

You cannot be cruel to one of God's children and expect there to be no consequences for your actions.
I'm just sayin'


Chrisette Michele – The Lyricists’ Opus Full Album

Javon Johnson - "cuz he's black" (NPS 2013)



The answer

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Merry Christmas!!

To you and your loved ones!


"Things are getting worse
We have to make them better....
It's time to give a damn--Let's work together- come on!"

--Janet Jackson

Sunday, December 21, 2014

How many?

How many rivers do we have to cross
Before we can talk to the boss?  ay
All that we got, it seems we have lost
We must have really paid the cost

Thursday, December 18, 2014


Afro Eyes


Didn't you notice?







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Tuesday, December 16, 2014



One Word.

My sight, my heart, my life. All three words I have woven into one. LOVE

I know I've used this pic quite a few times, but every time I google pics of 'black couples in love', for quoes that I find, pertaining to love, this pic of the President and the First Lady always pops up, and is always the classiest, and most romantic of the bunch. And I have to use it.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Her name.

                My mother hasn't given me a gift in years. In about four decades-neither for my birthday nor for Christmas. Not even a card. Not that she's broke-she is not broke.  I've given her gifts for her birthday, Christmas, and Mother's Day. I have never missed an opportunity to spoil her and make her happy,  but complaining about her isn't the purpose of this post.

                The best gift my mother could give me for Christmas wouldn't cost her a penny. It only consists of two words. They would make me happier than anything materialistic;

                 The first and the last name of the woman who gave me life (and any other information she could provide).

She knows who the woman is.

That's all I want.

More than anything else.


ex 2 the next


and other clips will sustain me until I can get to the record store after work today to get his cd.

A Cake Supreme

My side business is progressing nicely. Since Thanksgiving, I've made enough cupcakes  to pay my rent for December, without even touching my paycheck! Thank God for Thanksgiving. I enjoy baking. Baking and cooking are things I would do for free. I say that because people always insist I do it full time, but I don't want it to be something I had to do to make a living. I'm afraid I might come to dread it.  I do like the fringe benefit of getting paid for it, but knowing that people are enjoying what I make, and being invited to cook and bake is reward enough. I don't tell everyone that, because I don't want to be taken for granted that I'm going to do it for free ( and also, I buy my ingredients in bulk and that gets expensive)! Between friday and last night I made a couple hundred more dollars with cupcake orders and within the next week I have 11 seperate orders for cupcakes!

Imagine though- I'm just thinking... if I keep this 'hobby' up, I would be able to expand my Parisian trip by being able to afford to travel to the U.K., Belgium, and Prague as well, without even touching my paycheck.

I think my grandfather would be proud.

Good morning


After Paris

I just had a dream.  I have to write it down while it's fresh on my mind.

I wonder though- God, are you trying to tell me something?

I had left the house to go to work, and my driveway was lined up with black people- all new neighbors, and they had gifts. Each had a 5qt KitchenAid Mixer, each a different color. They gave me the heavy boxes and each said BonJour. There were women, men, kids, a cop,  and a mail man. He gave me an envelope. I opened it. It was the  picture of the Ivory Coast I had posted a few days back and a picture of Cameroon.

God, are you trying to tell me something? I should do more baking?

I'm going to Paris again next year.  I suppose I should go to The Ivory Coast and Cameroon next.