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Victorine’s blog, SPICY, celebrates life through personal stories and reflections on family, art, culture, and various life topics.

  • What? Where? When?

    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!!!!

    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…

    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…