• African American

    Literary Kicks for the Urban Socialite

    I think it’s time for the bear to come out of hibernation.  I’ve been on a self-imposed social hiatus for about 2 years .   Haven’t been out to have fun since  that work event which involved going out to Captain’s cove for cheap alcoholic drinks and Swedish meatballs.  Yes, the  very highlight of my life.   So why not combine two things I love most;  socializing with good friends and reading a  good book .   At the behest of my devils advocate whose name I shall not mention,  I’ve decided to start a book club.  So if there is anyone out there with tips on successfully getting that venture off the ground.  Please speak now or…

  • Christianity,  Counting your blessings,  Devotion,  Dogged Devotion,  Faith,  Inspiration,  Jesus,  Love

    Determination

    I realized lately that my fatigue was really only psychosomatic.  I guess what I’ve always needed was a good reason to get up in the mornings and to go about my day and at some point I lost track of  all the good things going on in my life.   I have to admit the Devil’s been beatin me down lately.   You know how the saying  goes; “when it rains, it pours” .  Well it’s been pouring all over my parade for the past month and I’ve been finding it hard to remain inspired.  Today after much prayer it has dawned on me that this is yet another test and another…

  • African American

    Do Not Worry

    Last night I came in from work at about 11:30 pm.   This is what I walked in on:   View Full Album Matthew 6:25-27 25"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life[b]?    …

  • African American

    Memoires of a Late Bloomer

    spoke to mom the other day and she’s all ecstatic about living in Florida.  Let her tell it; Florida’s the warmer version of New York.   I’m just not so sure that’s a good thing anymore.   I used to feen for a taste of  New York with a warmer climate 365 days of the year.  But I’ve gotten all quiet and grown accustomed to suburbia.   I don’t know how I’d fare in “warmer New York” these days.   I’m just not the 20 yr old I used to be.   I don’t quite see things the same and I no longer wake up yearning for the sound of gunshots in the morning or…

  • African American

    Wifely Duties

    Lets be clear here.   I want a major turn around in my life.  But I still want to be queen of my kingdom.  I want the white picket fence, the four kids the station wagon.  I want the whole kit and caboodle except for one thing.   There is no way in hell I could see myself becoming someone’s Suzie homemaker.    While I do respect the confines of this institution we call marriage and while I do understand that women were created as men’s helpmeets.   I do not, nor will I, ever find myself cleaning up after a full grown adult Male.   Sometimes I observe my brother’s slovenly ways and and…

  • African American

    Fanatical Saints and Fanatical Sinners….

    …Of which,  I am neither.  Just because some people practice Intolerance, doesn’t mean all people do.  And because I say I’m a Christian doesn’t mean I’m going around burning crosses on lawns screaming  “die fag” from the tops of towers or anything of the sort.  Now what you might say I’m peddling is, Jesus and I’m peddling Jesus because he is the light of my life and the source of my true happiness.   I don’t know about any other Christian,  I just know about Meesh and for once I know what makes me tick.  For once I know what’s kept me calmer than I’ve been in a decade and I…

  • African American

    Lean Not Unto your own Understanding

    I haven’t come back here lately because I’m at a loss for words. It might be quite easy to write enlightening and idealistic posts but in reality it tends to alienate the average human. I know I’m not perfect and thus far I’ve been recording my epiphanies and my moments of progress. However, what I’ve failed to record are the weaknesses. To protect the not-so-innocent, I’ll be using a few pseudonyms. It’s 4:15am on Sept 8th and I haven’t had much sleep for the past 2 weeks. So many things have occurred to test my patience and my faith. In some cases, I’ve managed to retain my faith in God…