Sooooo, I was thinking....

One summer day in 1972 when I was about ten months old, my mom took me to a local  park we call the “college pond” .  I was learning to walk and she was taking a moment to bask in that new season of my life.  A reporter from the  local newspaper was also near the pond that day and he snapped the photo to the right.  I know it doesn't make sense in terms of times of year, but my brain also wants me to believe this photo, along with the poem posted below, was published in the paper on Mother’s day of that year.   Anyhoo, while fall is my absolute favorite time of year, I do love me some  springtime too....winter is long gone and good ole summer is right around the corner.  Everybody loves spring it seems.. ....new beginnings, longer days, open toe shoes & my fave...the start of cookout season! Spring is indeed a bitter sweet time for me.  My mother was born in spring, she passed around this time in the spring and of course,...

Hey Y'all......funny....I received a text from a friend this evening which read "I see u back on your non-communication incog"negro" mode?" I responded, "Yeppp....so glad for friends who know me well." More often than not I have at least 3 streams of thought vying for my attention at any given time. Thoughts, ideas and images flitter about my head ALL DAY LONG. If any readers double as FB friends, you probably have seen evidence of this through my posts. Sometimes, I cant stand it myself! So, here I am again...back to my old friend...the blog. It seems a much more fitting place to dance and explore.....hopefully it will keep me away from those grossly innapropriately long FB posts. lol. Like everything else, I pretty much do what I want, when I want. Right now, I want to write...let's see how long this lasts................

There is something about being from a big city that has a small town vibe.....something that you have to experience first hand to understand. Today I attended a Memorial Service for an old friend who made his transition a few days ago. This man went by many names...New York to some....I simply called him by his gov'ment....Chad. Like many from around my way, Chad was a complicated individual....so much more than met the eye. What I remember most about Chad was his smile and those beautiful eyes. The way that his big arms would engulf you with his hugs, even when he was trying to be gentle and not too rough. I remember talking on the phone with Chad when we were in the 9th grade....laughing and talking about nothing really...back in the day before lives got complicated and all we wanted to do was hang out and have fun. I remember Chad letting his dogs loose to chase my friends down the street, just because. Looking back, he had to have known (intuitively) that the dogs wo...

This song says it all really. It was around this time last year that I last posted on my blog. My mother used to love to print out my blogs and read them, she said that it was too hard to read it on the screen. It was around this time last year that my mother suddenly passed away. This has been quite a year for me...the highs and lows of it all. It's certainly not that I have not had anything to say this year...at times it seems as if I have had too much to say. Due in no small part to the encouragement from friends and family (all of whom have done double duty as therapists) to do so, I am re-entering this world of blogging. I have missed it indeed. Besides, I feel so bad overloading my Facebook friends with my myriad thoughts, Youtube clips and the like. They don't seem to mind, bless their hearts. I never mentioned my dormant blog on FB....but in a Freudian slip this evening, I did so. A very observant HU friend commented on my comment that he did not know that I ha...

So I heard my personal muse Maxwell on the radio yesterday (backdrop...I almost NEVER listen to regular old radio stations, either it's cd or talk radio) and who was on but Maxwell. Ever so graciously engaged in an interview with a lackluster announcer on a lackluster station. Now you all know that it has been a minute, ok seven years, since we have really heard from this brother. Seems to me, from what I hear it's about to be worth the wait. I believe his new album, which is a trilogy called "Black Summers Night" drops July 7th. Suffice it to say, I am quickly falling in love with the first single "pretty wings"...check the link above. What I love about Maxwell is the love and respect for women that infuses his music. He makes me feel what he is feeling in a song. He clearly has some loving parents, bc this brother comes across as being strong, yet sensitive, in control, yet vulnerable....his music is magic to me. Please take a moment to check out this vid...

......and that is exactly what this is. I love this little piece of cyber space that I have carved out just for me. I was checking my facebook page, afterwhich, I wondered..hmmm- where to next? I decided that I wanted to go to my blog and look at the floral arrangement on the title bar. I love the black backdrop and I love the array of flowers in the glass jars. I love that I have not been here, writing consistently in months, but that when I returned last week - this space was still here....waiting...just as I'd left it. I love this space...my-space. I like it that people come by and visit myspace every now and again and that they miss me when I am away. I like that I can come to myspace to express my thought, feelings and experiences. I love myspace. You see, this space is reflective of my life in many ways. I tend to be consistently inconsistent in much of what I do... Aside from trying my best to keep my word (hence, I don't make many firm commitments), trying not...