“slow down sir, there’s no fire,” the strange, thick, caribbean accent shouted as i strutted and strolled to my office. “who are you,” i thought? this man didn’t know i always walk fast. he didn’t know i knew exactly where i was going. he also didn’t know i walked this same route every…single…day. i don’t […]
i have white women friends. [insert “i have black friends” comparison]. i like them. understand them and know a handful that are phenomenal (y’all know who you are because i’ve told you). but some bother, confuse and vex my spirit. how they vote proves it.
“you gotta leave grown folk alone,” my uncle told me a few years. it’s still true. there’s a little ‘fuck em, let em do what they do‘ in there, too. i agree. do you! but shouldn’t there be consideration given when thinking about what to give fucks about and what not to? a level of […]
people will say that milestone birthdays like 30, 40 or 50 change you. they’re like rites of passages. you do shift some. for me the lessons came at 31 and 41. 30 and 40 were to live out the lessons, the immediate years after is when i got it. so far i’ve learned:
last weekend some friends and i bar hopped around dc. when the rooftop at our regular spot was closed for a private event, we headed to another familiar, eye-candied one. as usual, we caught up with old friends, met new ones and ended the night full of little white receipts from our adventures. there were […]
one of the greatest men i ever knew was my granddaddy, connie wesley manley. i love him more years after he’s gone. i wrote a poem for him in my book and i said there that daily i rise deeper into the man he was. and at 41, i’m finally understanding him. his life has […]
the bible. the great book. and like most great works, it’s interpreted and used to build, bind, defend and for some even tear down. but do we really understand it?
we can be constant creatures. we want what we want when and how we want it. there’s nothing wrong there. you always know what you’re getting with consistency. but when change comes, whats the response? you can be like luda and ‘when you move i move, just like that.’ and moving doesn’t always mean with. […]
yesterday, the u.s. open women’s singles championship showed the world the collision of passion, pride, pressure and pettiness. chasing a 24th grand slam title, especially after you’ve birthed a child and near death experiences, is beyond this world. serena williams is more than a superhero. she’s an example of persistence. but she is human. i’ve played […]