It is Thanksgiving morning and the Sun has not even thought about getting out of bed. I am up and answering e-mails with a cup of tea, as this is a mellow day for me and I do not have to go straight to Cafe Bustelo to face the World. The early morning chill can be felt from the windowpane but not so much that it is alarming, but more like the breath of a child that just ate a peppermint patty candy. Later, I will be making a nice...

  You have been deemed the scapegoat in the situation. What do you do? What DID you do? This happens far more often than you think; when a group of individuals that you have professional, friendship, or family connections with, decide that everything that has happened is because of you. Despite that not necessarily being true. It just happened that you were chosen to be the “It” person. In my readings, the Five of Earth...

  “Went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends. A chance to share old memories and play our songs again When I got to the garden party, they all knew my name. No one recognized me, I didn’t look the same But it’s all right now, I learned my lesson well. You see, ya can’t please everyone, so ya got to please yourself” – Ricky Nelson  I am currently in California on a mixture trip of...

In the past year and a half, the calls for correction in what some call ‘cultural appropriation’ have been echoed through blog posts and social media to the point that I have decided that I too, must speak my peace. It is in the spirit of fairness to all cultures that I have a viewpoint that I think is being overlooked and not considered when we look at the bigger picture of all of us accepting each other and what we bring to...

          I am on various different social media sites and I am in certain groups within those sites. Occasionally, I come across posts from people in the groups that intrigue me, such as the one I came across this morning. In one of my ATR groups (ATR are letters that denote African Traditional Religions), group members were commenting on an animated meme face (my description) of a light-skinned black woman with...

Tom Brady, please call. Seriously. It’s about the jersey. Let me make this legally binding statement: I was not at NRG Stadium on February 5, 2017. I do not know anyone affiliated with NRG, the Atlanta Falcons, or anyone named Roger – well, except that boy in high school from Washington High across the tracks. The only other Rogers that I know are Roger Moore and Roger Rabbit. Neither of whom I have had a teenage girl crush on. If you,...