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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

My Life...

When I started this blog, honestly, I just wanted to vent.  But over the year that I've been writing this blog; it just hit me that my words are being read by millions of people around the world.

I've been think lately that I want to take the blog in another direction. 

Words have power and I don't want to misuse them.  Everything I say comes from my soul and from truth.  It is not my intention to deceive, defame or mislead anyone about anything.  What matters to me is obvious from the first blog entry and I am not afraid to defend my views.

However, I'm in process of getting my first book published and distributed and I'd like to take things to the next level.

The direction of the blog will probably change, but not the content.

I'll still keep it real, but I will be publishing entries that reflect my softer side as well.

Stay tuned...

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Loss of An Old Friend...

As I get older, I think of my old friends more.  The memories I have of them are pleasant--playing, learning and growing up--trying to figure out what life is about all the while.

Today, I got some bad news about an old friend.  His name was Darrin Hannah.  Darrin and I were kids from the same community.  We went to the same school and I saw him just about every single day.  As we became adults, of course, people that you knew follow their own path as you follow yours.  I'd see Darrin on and off; each time, he was in some type of transition.  I discerned that he was just trying to find his way.  As we all are.

When I moved to Georgia in 2004, the last time I had even remembered seeing Darrin was around 2000 or so. 

Well, today, I learned from some old friends that Darrin was beaten to death by police.

It shocked me to the core. 

For several weeks before this, he had been on my mind. 

All I can say to the family is that I will pray for them.

Darrin marks death number 6 in recent months of persons from my old community passing away from unusual or tragic circumstances.

Each and every day that I wake up, I give thanks to God and pray for my loved ones and friends. 

It was just his time, but I have to admit, that perhaps, when I was thinking about him weeks ago; maybe God was trying to get my attention, for he knows all things...Darrin didn't have much time.

Thanksgiving is next week.  And yet again, we must remember that there will be those who won't be amongst their family any longer.

Say a prayer for someone...each and every day.  It could save a life.

Friday, November 4, 2011

An Open Letter to Ms. Carolyn Battle Cochrane...

Dear Ms. I'm Biracial, Not Black Damnit!,

You don't know me...

It's been a couple of years and while I'm completing the editing of my upcoming book, A Journey Into The Mind of a Black Woman, I thought I'd pen this open letter to find out how your journey has been.
I see that you have a facebook page: .  Don't worry, I most certainly haven't friended you. Honestly, I don't think you even like yourself, much less have room for those with strong identities like myself.

Wow! I'm talking to the one and only woman to raise a flag of her offense of (not being confused for a white woman). Oh, the indignation of you being considered Black--African American. It must have really shook you up. Imagine...the insult of being considered one of us or is that half of who you are? I'm confused. *shrug* Any hoot. I sincerely hope there was no severe psychological damage in being mistaken for a Negro.

Yeah, that's how Black folks understood it.

The mess you started was over what? Your own insecurity, bigotry, or self-hate?

Honey, most African Americans look at biracials as a group of folks who are weak in the head and prone to behaviors that are just downright imbalanced and disturbing. And that picture on facebook you have of yourself; shows someone who is not confident and perhaps has identity issues, as well as with a bout of internal anger.  You also need to lose some weight.

Let me just get to the point: You want to be white and can't or won't be accepted for a white girl.  That's your issue.

All of this ranting and raving that you have done; creating a forum for those like yourself, who basically, are just symbols of your parents intra-bigotry against people that look like themselves. Did your Black daddy have an issue with Black women, shugah? What, did the Black girl of his dream turn him down for the prom when he was in high school? What?  Or did he leave your white mother, forcing her to live as the underprivileged--given the shame associated with a biracial child? 

I'm listening to Donny Hathaway right now. Ever heard of him?

Do you know anything about Soul, Carolyn?

Well, I really just wanted to let you know that Black people are doing just fine and we aren't sad that you don't consider yourself one of us.

Many Black mothers said, "Phew...thank God, she's not my fault."

Tiger Woods, Halle Berry, Mariah Carey and a few more notable Zebras, truly are more of an embarrassment in the opinion of many in the African American community, and are the living symbols of why I made the decision of not having anything to do with whites. Why? Because it is ridiculous to convince me that having a relationship with someone that comes from the group that oppressed your people is something to be proud of.

Every day that I wake up,  I just feel fabulous and I thank the most High God for making me a Black woman. 

That's something you will never be able to understand.

Live you life, dear. Do what you do.

And Good Riddance.

Black folks will not miss you.