tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61037141150857226932012-02-16T08:56:46.878-08:00A journey through growth on the path to promise and purpose.~~~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01119134931536902621noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103714115085722693.post-75008795625784767232008-08-19T10:55:00.000-07:002008-08-19T11:22:40.564-07:00

It's a feeling that surfaces when suddenly confronted with the unexpected (at least it is for the purposes of this post). When a man (or woman - but this is really for the ladies) is so fine that for a split second he makes you believe down deep in your soul that there are still some good men left in the world, he's disarming. You might have to do a double-take or pause to catch your breath

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For me, the start of a new school year has always been more exciting than the start of a new calendar year. It holds more weight, if for no other reason, because it demands decisive goals. You either decide to be on the honor-roll or you vow to take it easy. Maybe you'll try out for the basketball team or try your hand at a part in the school play. In any case, the ideology of the school

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By 7pm this evening I was giddy as a gumdrop and high on life (I don’t know how a gumdrop can be giddy, but I like the alliteration). I had finished a project that I had begun working on when I should have been working on two or three other things; what can I say? I’m a productive procrastinator – but not for long! Anyway, by 7pm I was simply gleeful, right? But I still had to work out. No

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What better way is there to start the week than to take Monday off? Since this weekend was particularly full, though less taxing than I had expected, I was eagerly looking forward to having the day off today. My mental “to do” list was full of tasks that frequently rearranged themselves as I remembered things I had forgotten. It wasn’t in the plan to get ALL of the things I needed to do done as

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DISCLAIMER: THIS *ISH IS LONG. For the past week or so, I have been troubling myself to figure out a topic to explore in my next blog post. I have sifted through the events of each day, often smiling at the wackier occurrences and slight irritations that have always seemed to be the norm for me. They remind me of a time when I asked a friend, “Why do these things always seem to happen to me?”

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Playing catch-up once again...Last week was sort of a birthday celebration week that began on the Friday before that. Because of all the festivities, I got behind in posting, among other things. Please enjoy the week in review.Friday, Feb 29th: Got paid and cut work to go buy green contacts from the beauty supply store. Met an older gentleman from Mississippi during the three-block walk to the

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It's amazing how much our bodies will tell us if we take a moment to listen. We are uniquely connected to the universe around us, especially when it comes to our "spaces". I'm using "spaces" to represent both the concrete and ethereal worlds around us. Before you sign me off as having slid off my rocker, take a minute to think about your day. How is it like every other day? How is it different?

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...is an acroym for "colored people's time". While I resent the term because I know plenty of colored folk who make it a priority to be on time, if not early - shot out to my sands Sheena - I admit that the space on my wrist where a watch should be is dictated by CPT. In fact, scratch that. I'm on my own time, period. There's no tellin' when I may show up to something. But one thing you can

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Another day of satisfaction - for what more could one ask? Friends and I spent the day shopping in the city, buying stylish fits that I'm positive none of us could afford. I had had a headache from lack of food for about three hours when we finally left the stores to pursue a good meal. As we walked up the block to a personal favorite of mine, Max's - on the corner of Geary and Mason, a homeless

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For the past couple of Fridays, my job has invited presenters of various backgrounds to come and share information that may help students and staff. Today, the guest speaker was a chiropractor who has been practicing for over 20 years. He presented a wholistic approach to health, and healthy living. During his presentation, a member of the staff asked a question concerning the student body, which

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It's amazing how a kind word or gesture can immediately change a mood, or even the entire atmosphere. When I awoke this morning, Valentine's Day and all its related activities, were the furthest things from my mind. I wasn't suffering from single-woman depression or anything, I was just concentrating on getting to work at a halfway decent hour. However, when I entered the front door, the

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I saw injured Iraqi citizens on a documentary presented by HBO. While twisting hair and talking on the phone, I watched as a man and his wife were loaded into an ambulance. Both husband and wife were crying out in disbelief because the injuries they had sustained were caused by other Iraqi citizens. Since I was multitasking, clearly understanding what was happening and why was utterly futile.

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Just finished watching the first episode of Sex and the City on HBO ON Demand. You gotta love syndication at your command.Anyway, I remembered how good this show is. You really can't get the full effect from reruns on Kron 4 or TBS; you need all the nitty gritty, uncensored details to get the real feel of the show, and HBO provides it in a way that only HBO can. Episode one, "Sex and the City",

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In the words of Ice Cube, "Today was a good day". It was beautiful out, hot even. The early morning church service was excellent, as was Sunday school, and I was out early enough to complete some of yesterday's errands. I visited a friend, who helped me with a project for a couple of hours (we happily smacked on cake as we worked away), and then went for a nice long walk with a different friend

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The title of this post is one line of hilarious many in that soulful American Classic, The Wiz.As a child, this movie both confused and scared me, so I decided to watch it again to see if I could gain clarity.I didn't.I guess it's due to the fact that the story doesn't exactly match the original, which I was introduced to first. Also, I read Frank Baum's The Wonderful Wizard of Oz in the 4th or

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The first thought that came to mind when I awoke around 8:30 this morning was, "Do I have time to do laundry before I have to go?" I had an engagement at 11:30a.m. and thought that if I succeeded in doing my laundry, I wouldn't have anything else to worry about once I returned home. It's now 7:30pm, and I still haven't done my laundry, which probably isn't surprising to anyone who knows me well.

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Weel about and turn about and do jis so, Eb'ry time I weel about and jump Jim Crow.Super Tuesday has come and gone. I must admit that when I woke up this morning I felt somewhat empty, like the day after New Year's when you realize that you have to go back to work. The celebration is over - not politically speaking, of course. The race for votes and voters is still going strong. Perhaps you

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It's time to try something new. Hope you like the new layout...and the new location. If anyone knows how to archive blogs from a different domain, please let me know. Otherwise, I'll have to keep "i'm an experiment" open forever. Or, as long as I can stand it.Last Thursday, I picked up the newspaper - something I never do. I write for a newsletter that's distributed montly, and I was looking for

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