I wonder what it must feel like, to have people scream and throw under things at you as you’re sorting through the produce at the farmer’s market. After 40 years, does it ever get tiresome? I imagine it would take its toll on you – which explains why Prince is so reclusive when he’s not […]
I can’t even wrap my mind around what words to write. Where do I even begin? Well, let’s begin the middle! The Fabulous Dogooder, Bessie (my Prince compatriot) bought our tickets and guess where we’re sitting? The FORTEENTH ROW! Floor level baby! I’m going to see Prince for the first time in concert and I […]
A few weeks ago I blogged about a girl who came in to interview with my company who didn’t get the job because she didn’t have the right “personality”, when what my manager really meant was she sounded too “Black”. It’s an unfortunate event that happens every day to Black folk – the immediate disqualification […]
Next week, something will happen that I’ve been hoping and wishing for for over two decades. I’m going to see Prince live in concert! A series of events have kept me from seeing The Purple One my whole life. Either I was too young, too far away (in Africa) or too broke to go see […]
*For Mia I’m going through a metamorphosis right now that is surprising to those who know me best. I really don’t care about a lot of things that would typically drive me mad. I attribute it to turning 30-something, although it could just have more to do with my life experiences thus far. The 23 […]
Yesterday I was getting the kids ready for church, which was pretty much a catastrophe because it was daylight savings time (and not the good one where we gain an hour) and Marshall had to go to church to do sound, leaving me alone with all the kids. All the same, I managed to press […]
You came to my blog looking for an article today, didn’t ya? Well I have NOTHING. I’m just ready for the weekend, dang it. Wake me when it’s 4:30 so I can go home to my screamin’ kids.
Jewelry by Auntie Rose Marie, Mother of Nana Darkoa, Owner of MAKSI Clothing, Accra Ghana I’m always pretty pissed off when Westerners put Africans in one big box labeled “African”. The notion that we are a ubiquitous people with a homogenous culture and language (i.e. we all speak African) is as accurate as calling a […]
And it isn’t me. My baby brother has managed to do what I have been dreaming of since I was a ‘tween: Write AND publish a book. Yup, Sami Gyekye, my once potbellied, slobbering baby brother is now a published author. His journey began more than a year ago. He called me one afternoon (as […]