We’re soon approaching that day when the skeletons come out of the closet and dance while their bones clank together. It’s a reminder to clean out your own closet – the one filled with your own skeletons. You know how you get in those moods where you think what if I hadn’t, what if that hadn’t happened – well that’s called the past. The past is best left in the past, because if you don’t…
The conference ended yesterday and I had dinner with a guy I’ve been speaking to for over ten years now. We’ve only known each other on the phone but I’ve followed him through several companies. What both of us agreed was having the jobs we have has been wonderful because of the relationships you form along the way. Isn’t that what life is all about? The other day in yoga, two teachers in training with…
NEW YORK TIMES – OP-ED COLUMNIST Making Ignorance Chic By MAUREEN DOWD Published: October 19, 2010 Casanova’s rule for seduction was to tell a beautiful woman she was intelligent and an intelligent woman she was beautiful. The false choice between intellectualism and sexuality in women has persisted through the ages. There was no more poignant victim of it than Marilyn Monroe. She was smart enough to become the most famous Dumb Blonde in history. Photographers…
I have been thinking a lot about the other day when I was at my acro yoga class, I got there and it was a whole new batch of people and Aaron wasn’t there and I had this feeling like I should just turn and go and this was after walking there after leaving my bike with the flat tire hooked up to a restaurant gate. But stay I did and I found some interesting…
I was reading about a centenarian once who said that what she was most grateful for in her life was indoor plumbing. I remember when I was a toddler going to the outhouse at my grandmother’s before there was indoor plumbing there. And I have especially fond memories of her bathing us in the big aluminum pot in the kitchen. So the other morning when the water went out for the third time this month,…
Cree – who designed and made my hat for my 50th birthday extravaganza and Mardi Gras costume – has a tee shirt that says “God I wish I were a nutria.”
On Monday, when the conference that I’m attending here in New Orleans opened – Rita Benson LeBlanc was the keynote speaker. Rita is the owner of the New Orleans Saints (thankfully she waited till the end of her presentation to play a video, which is a clip from a documentary about the Saints in the last five years – it started with the levee failure and segued into the re-opening of the dome on Monday…
When I saw the parents around me giving out Ritalin by the handful on school diagnosis of ADD and ADHD, my whole body screamed, just say no. When all of my friends were prescribed anti-depressants by their doctors because they were going through challenges, I wanted to scream, just say no. When doctors were prescribing me hormone replacement therapy in all sorts of different dosages, I took it but wanted to scream just say no…
Last night an octogenarian said that Tin is beautiful. I said thanks, I know. She said no he is really beautiful. And I said well we hope to teach him what my mother taught me – Beauty is as Beauty does. She said, well it does matter. Anytime a black woman sees him the first thing she says is, “Hey handsome,” and he just smiles back, opening his moist brown eyes – he’s already, as…
Last night, we went to Bacchanal to celebrate Jim Singleton’s 55th birthday and we all dressed up in 1955 attire – or so we thought. I had read that India and Asia had a huge influence on fashion design during this period so Tin wore his Indian outfit that Alice’s daughter brought back for him and we dressed in our own hodge podge glamour, debonair way. But before we left Tin wanted to play the…