• African American

    Lost in Translation

    Reading this book, really put things into perspective for me…. And no amount of million dollar words or diction can really cover up  my flaws.   I can’t seem to shed this Elitist mentality that’s turned me into a misanthrope.  How can I love God and loathe his creation?  Maybe we react differently to our experiences based on our environment and upbringing.   And Perhaps, maybe our upbringing (in some cases, lack thereof) is what helps to nurture the most admirable qualities in us.   It occurred to me –as i was ranting on my soapbox for the umpteenth time yesterday– that I really have no idea what life is like in the…

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    The Need for Fellowship

    Some folks say they don’t attend church because there are hypocrites in the pews. There are hypocrites in all walks of life. One cannot pattern ones lifestyle after that of another. You are bound to falter should you do that. Mom always used to say "if your friends jumped off a bridge, would you do it too?" Nevertheless this does not negate the need to attend church and fellowship with other Christians for it says in Hebrews 10:25; 25Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another and all the more as you see the Day approaching. There…

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    every Sunday I think is going to be my last day.  Because each Sunday, I have this ear-splitting migraine that won’t let up.   It’s usually accompanied by nausea and your typical hot flash.   And I always ask God to let me live through it.  But if i keep playing my cards wrong – and I have been – I won’t live through another Sunday.   Morbid huh?  well I’m a dark person.  I wear black against a sea of colors.  Like I’ve been in mourning all my life.   

  • African American

    guitars strummin in the background thoughts hummin in my foreground I’d like to spend the day at home to reflect.  Maybe I am too egotistical and maybe I’ think too much about myself.  but if I don’t, then who’s gonna think about me?   Still holding strong to my faith while my dark side engulfs me in flames.  It’s hard and I need a break.  I want a simple life but I’m not a simple girl.   I want normalcy but I’m not normal.   I don’t know how to be normal. then again…What’s Normal?   Is it just a matter of opinion?

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    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…

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    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]?    …

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    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…

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    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…

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    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…