She was a pretty lady. Fair skin, black hair, a big smile and a switch no one could match. When she wasn't press and curling my hair in her own beauty shop, she was doing work in the church. On any given Sunday (or night of the week), you could find her patrolling the Sunday School department upstairs in our church as superintendent, making sure classes were running ... Read More
Remembering Michael
June 25, 2009 I was just about to begin my third class in a workshop series at a construction company. About 2o young white guys in dirty khaki pants and construction boots ran around, joking, shouting expletives to each other in true "dude fun." A guy who was clearly as obsessed with his Smartphone as I was, sat content and quiet as a mouse peering into the small screen. He ... Read More
Lena Horne (1917-2010): A Life of Grace and Class
This used to be a pic on my Myspace page. (I know, I know. LOL) “My identity is very clear to me now. I am a black woman. I’m free. I no longer have to be a ‘credit.’ I don’t have to be a symbol to anybody; I don’t have to be a first to anybody. I don’t have to be an imitation of a white woman that Hollywood sort of hoped I’d become. I’m me, and I’m like nobody else.”As if you ... Read More