New Years’ Eve is a Time of Reflection

Invariably on New Years’ Eve I begin to think about the big questions of life—growth, love, marriage, death, renewal, “dissertation,” and God/gods. I begin to think about the lessons I have learned or failed to learn during the year. I begin to wonder if the decisions made this year will affect unknown possibilities next year which now sits only 24 hours away. I begin to wonder if in the following year I will become “fully” the woman I know I am destined to be—confident, determined, spiritually discerning, situational crass, and open to various forms of intimacy. I begin to wonder. And of course, this leads me to think about if I will ever accomplish my dreams—opening a black girl’s academy in a rural context—as if dreams were things that happen overnight.

What's Up With Kwanzaa? Part 2

Greetings Black people, if you have been celebrating Kwanzaa for the first time I hope that it has been a good experience. If not and you are still considering, there are three days left. I left you earlier in the week with some ways to observe the Nguzu Saba, the seven principles of Kwanzaa. This blog entry will continue with the last of the principles. check blog name

From Death Panels to Individual Liberty: The Affordable Care Act

If you are like me and want to know more about the Affordable Care Act be prepared to wade through the murky waters of fact versus fiction.  Moreover, much if not all of what is heard about the Affordable Care Act has been the GOP’s advertisements and slander of the law, which as far as content is concerned amounts to noise.  From the jeeringly gaudy posters about socialized medicine and Obamacare,  to the  recent firestorm regarding the central provision of the law, there seems to be enough subterfuge to hide the merits of the law from sight.  Between the murky water (i.e., discerning fact from fiction) and the noise (i.e., the loud protesters and cute slogans), it has been almost impossible to really get a grasp on what’s at stake with the Affordable Care Act.  Given the GOP’s all-encompassing campaign to get rid of this law, why does this new law still have a 38 percent approval rating?  And more importantly—why should you care?


No New Years Resolutions

Every year millions of people reflect on all the poor choices they made in the previous 365 days and vow never to repeat them again. In some cases, the old habits are completely erased, but for most folks the efforts are as futile as Lindsey Lohan staying out of trouble. I’ve never been a fan of making New Year’s resolutions due to the simple fact, that I believe change comes from within. If I allow external forces to dictate my personal agenda then I will be no more successful than Tiger Woods in a gentleman’s club.

However, there have been many key events that have taken place this year that have radically changed my worldview.  From politics, to sports, to pop culture; the amalgamation of all the information I’ve consumed in 2010 has shaped my outlook on society. 2010 was filled with bedroom intruders, musical masterpieces, political setbacks and comebacks, and amazing athletic performances.

This "Angry White Dude" Isn't That Smart

The funniest thing to me about the Tea Party’s response to my video,”What if the Tea Party was Black?“, is their insistent claim that the tea party isn’t racist, while at the same time making blatantly racist comments about me or black people in general. Case in point, some blogger calling himself “Angry White Dude” posted my video in a futile attempt to refute it, but instead ends up proving my point.



I’ve known my daddy to leave town and stay overnight for three events: 1. His yearly trips to Las Vegas, NV, 2. My sister’s wedding, and 3. A Rick James concert in Indianapolis.  As my father recalls, I was in utero when he and my mom took that 2-hour drive south for the Rick James show. As a toddler, I rocked my mom’s boots to achieve the Street Songs look.  I have learned many things from my father.  I understood credit default swaps by likening them to craps.  Anyone splitting anything higher than a pair of eights is stupid, selfish, or both.  The musical legacy my father passed on to me was a great love for Morris Day and The Time and the aforementioned Rick James.  The latter musical gift meant that I eventually became fluent in all things Teena Marie.  I was hanging out in Black Twitter when the news hit my timeline.  (It was quite some time before CNN or HuffPo confirmed, by the way.) Our remembrance of Teena Marie’s life began right there–electronically, collectively.

What's Up With Kwanzaa?

Hope everyone’s Christmas was complete with family and happiness. If you thought that such a spirit lives for a few moments in December, you are indeed wrong and perhaps exhausted. There follows more family time and appreciation for any Black souls that share, also, a need for little historical significance in their life. Today is the first day of Kwanzaa, a holiday coming out of the sixties for the celebration of African-American or Black identity. For whoever that does not know, Kwanzaa begins the day after Christmas until New Years day. Forget all of the assumptions that the holiday is strictly for people born directly in Africa. Black skin indicates more than a good enough reason to celebrate. Our unique holiday dedicates itself to giving life to the principles that will restore the strong family bases we’ve seem to lost. So, in my encouragement of people to celebrate, I thought I would give people a few ideas as to how to observe Nguzu Saba, the Swahili translation of the Seven Principles.