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Clockwise from upper left: Miles, Pat, Bama & Moi. Pat, Camille, & Moi. Pat & Thomas. Camille, Taurus, Holly, Thomas, & Moi

The Gift of Gratitude

Photo clockwise: Miles, Pat, Bama, & Moi; Pat, Camille, and I; Pat & Thomas; Camille, Taurus, Holly, Thomas and Moi (My Patreon folks received this post, and I decided to share it with you. Loved Ones, You are my gifts, and I am grateful.  Because of you, I get to make folks smile and remember…

Legacy…Oh wait! We’re celebrating Gratitude today!

Here’s the thing about Black legacy; it’s golden. When you are on the heels of your folks for any educational or business accomplishment, you follow their recipe for future endeavors. Mr. K. and I went to his reunion at Prairie View A&M University (PVAM) in Texas. A visit to Prairie View is a visit to…

Love Train

Here we go! We made our way to Memphis and checked into the Arrive Hotel on Main Street. About this hotel. It was serious! It is located in a Hipster area, and when entering the lobby, you can’t help but gasp. It’s so cool, with low old leather sofas, salon chairs, an open concept with…

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What? Where? When?

What, Where Y’all, I have not been able to catch my breath this summer; I ‘been on the move. This month, the Usual Suspects (US), Bennetts, Mr. K, and I, traveled to Raleigh and Asheville, NC. We visited Raleigh to catch up with my daughter, Camille’s best friend, Jerel Noel, and his beautiful family. As…

Block Parties!!!!

Oh yes…I remember them. During the 50s, block parties were events initiated by block clubs in city neighborhoods. The streets are actually blocked off for safety, privacy, and big fun. The parties were well planned, with Mrs. Anderson in charge of the food committee, Mrs. Flowers decorating, all moms orchestrating the games, My mom and…

Yo’ Mama…

…was the comeback for any insult in the ’50s and ’60s on most Black streets. “Yo’ Mama! ” We would throw it off the back of our shoulders, as though there was a chord of truth that a mama could resemble anything crass, ugly, or, much worse, laughable. “Yo’ mama” was perceived as a funny…