Finding Ms. Lauryn Hill’s Lost Ones

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It’s funny how money change a situation

While we sat eagerly awaiting our Lauryn Hill, the lights dimmed and our eyes were directed to a vintage, albeit inexpensive, white film screen, that was placed unevenly at the foot of the stage. What’s going on? Where is Lauryn Hill? Isn’t there supposed to be an opening act, I wondered? Isn’t there a local artist, a rising child star, or a comedian to move the crowd while we waited for our beloved star? Instead, Read the rest of this entry »

Forgiving Super Momma

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Last Thursday evening, amid a crazy schedule of drop-offs, school closings, cooking, cleaning, writing, Girl Scouts, haircuts, basketball, and laundry, I took a moment just for me, to make a delectable protein shake that would fill the void in lieu of a sit-down dinner.  It was to be a delicious mix with chocolate PB2, a powdered peanut butter booster, sprinkled in for some much-needed energy and flavor. This smoothie would have put your Vitamix and Nutribullet to shame!

In my celebration of heaven in a smoothie, I happily gave my oldest two children some, while they scoured the pantry and fridge trying to fend for themselves for dinner.  It was just that kind of day. Everything was hurried and we were all rushing to get to dance practice.  In my haste, I had forgotten just that quickly that Read the rest of this entry »

Dance Woman, Dance

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Loving
Saturday mornings
when there’s coffee
and sun showers
filtering through old windows

when it’s clean
when there’s flow
when I’m writing
while the house is still, quiet.

When age-old griots inspire
and new-age poets remember
we share our tales and stories
make them tall and personal

women writing
remembering
sharing
flowing

my ancestors dance inside me
beckon me to finish
welcome me to the circle
“the floor is yours”, they say
“you, yes you”

1295536158-ubw_southern_diaries_ayano_hisa1the oldest sway
nods yes
no words are spoken
no need
the middlers hold court
we make merriment

Our dresses laugh
make sport of rainbows
for we are so much more colorful and beautiful
radically unscripted

even in our quiet
in our regaling
we affirm each other
our individual might
our stealth
our silent strength

We are power
yet it’s me
who’s made anew.

Reprise: Dreaming of A Nightmare Killer

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“A person is the product of their dreams. So make sure to dream great dreams. And then try to live your dream”, says Maya Angelou, in Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now.

Lord rest her soul, but Read the rest of this entry »

Let Me Be Your Dream Killer

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“A person is the product of their dreams. So make sure to dream great dreams. And then try to live your dream”, says Maya Angelou, in Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now.

Lord rest her soul, but Read the rest of this entry »

Step Lightly

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Careful not to take too much on your way up, because you most certainly will fall. Happened to me this morning on the way up the steps! True story. Read the rest of this entry »

Love Unmasked

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mask-of-love1What I have for you is love.

An abiding love to
Propel you through your day,
Inspire you to new possibilities,
Awaken you to the infinite ability in you.

Done right,
Love is a most dutiful eraser and organizer, an equalizer even.
Unconditional and unrelenting in its pursuit,
Gentle in its gait, yet determined in its duty.

Love shoves despair and destitution back into their respective corners,
Confirms and accepts the deciduousness of our blues.
Love knows, wants to know.
Forces us to ask and contend our most gut-wrenching and troubling questions,
Grows us…. somehow.

Love withdraws you from you,
Sheds you….
From that second skin you grew…. for what?

Pulls you from those places which served only to confine you,
Keep things dark,
Keep you in place.

Love exposes you and dresses you up,
All at once!
Replenishes you,
Gets you truly ready for the occasion of your gift-giving.

Makes you feel the kind of pretty not yet captured onscreen or in a glossy ad.
Yeah, that deep-down kind of soul pretty,
Same one that makes you feel….
Ready, poised, certainly capable…. again,
Indeed.

Lets you know you are worthy, beyond indispensable, amazing!

Gives you that glow that rests atop your shoulders,
Kisses you gently,
Whispers deliciously and all breathy-like into your ear.
Reminds you of just how beautiful you are,
Brings to light the brilliance of your gifts.

Yes, you!
Most worthy, beautiful, indispensable, radiant, amazing someone,
You!
Your gifts,
Your very concentrated essence, the extract that is you!

At its epicenter is love.
Unyielding and uncompromising…. Love.

In Other Words, by James Baldwin:

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