*Awww…This video will bring smiles to your face and tears to your eyes. This youngster thought daddy had forgotten all about his birthday. But he tried to keep a stiff upper lip in spite of his hurt feelings. But dad knew what was happening and couldn’t play along any longer.
In a time when everything seems to be going haywire in this world, the simple things continue to bring us so much joy.
*My faith in humanity was both challenged and restored in the space of a couple of days, with this story.
4-year-old Liam Brenes battles a genetic condition called Facto Syndrome. As a result of it, he had to have one of his legs amputated below the knee when he was just 1 year old.
One of my best friends growing up had a prosthetic leg, so this story really touched me.
Liam manages today with his second prosthetic leg, the first of which he outgrew. Last weekend, he and his family took his first-ever trip to the beach. Liam’s father, Frank, said Liam’s afraid of the water, and that it had been the first time they’d been to the ocean.
The family brought Liam’s older, shorter prosthetic leg with them, so he could use it in the water without fear of damaging the new one. After arriving at the beach, eager Liam waded into the ocean.
I’ve been beating up on myself all day. Not unlike many of us, I am my own worst critic. No matter how hard I work, it never seems to be hard enough. No matter how much money I bring in, some bills will still go unpaid. No matter what I do, in the eyes of some, it will never be enough.
Sometimes, for a single moment at least, I wonder why bother?
But then I realize: I bother because in the whole scheme of things, when “enough” is actually accomplished, it will probably be time for me to exit this place.
And I don’t plan to do that anytime soon.
Which is why I decided to pen this article, which will show much more than tell. I’ve heard some complaints that white folks are not doing enough to change the narrative on Black injustice. And I am not here to say whether this complaint is legitimate or not. But I would like to ask those people, what would ENOUGH look like?Continue reading →
*Imma be upfront witchu’ right now. I marvel at some of the sh*t my publisher throws my way and expects me to write about. Like this article on a dating site that has Black folk choosing who they’d like to share their journey with based solely on colorism. I’d of NEVER even looked at this twice because of my own disdain for the whole “light skin, dark skin” bull. What can I say? I just don’t come from that place. But then again, I have always had this way about me that looks at the positive side of everything. And though I will be the first to say not EVERYTHING has a positive side (afterall, I’m still trying to find Donald Trump’s…and yes, I am aware I have identified him as a “thing”) I can lift a positive from why my publisher thought I should write on this colorism site thing: Because, after working with me for close to 15 years, he thinks I can write thoughtful commentary on everything. Anything. As in bar-none. That is the only thing I can think of at this point.
So let’s get started, shall we?
In my opinion, Smoochr was designed for people shallow enough to think that a potential partner can be found (and kept) based on their complexion, grade of hair, and hell, I don’t know, the size of their lips?
Wait! I was just kidding, but even since writing that line I’ve discovered, yes, that is one of the profile questions.
In all honesty, many black folk are mad as hell that such a site exists. And what can you say about a site whose OWNER or FOUNDER won’t even come forth? Hell, we wouldn’t even know about Smoochr if it were not for tech developer Elen Awalom, whose own disdain for the site motivated her to create the hastag #ShutDownSmoochr recently.
So now, here we are. And thanks to an article in The Root, we get to see the profile questions without even having to sign up. We also get to see how others’ feel about the site. Continue reading →
*“Let me kill this baby … You are a bad motherf*cker. That’s why you always have to get in jail,” can you believe that these are the words coming from the mouth of a six-year-old who’s elder is videotaping her? It all began when the woman behind the camera asked the little girl to “show us how you play with your doll.”
That’s when the tirade began.
I’m sure Black folk all over the world are jumping for joy that its not one of ours.Continue reading →
*Historically, African American men haven’t had a chance to control their own narratives. A story like music legend BeBe Winans’, which has taken him from a working-class home in Detroit to the top of the world’s music charts, could have easily wound up as a subpar cable movie.
In typical fashion, the six-time Grammy-winning songwriter and artist decided to pen his life story himself, and the result is the breathtaking Born For This: The BeBe Winans Story, co-written and directed by Charles Randolph-Wright. The show is playing at the Arena Stage in Washington DC through August 28.
Any presentation of Winans’ life would be incomplete without music, as he’s one of nine siblings in a gospel music dynasty that has influenced generations of musicians. But Born For This is much more than a musical: it’s a riveting account of a man who decided early on to take the proverbial high road.
“I’ve always understood that with everything I faced — including racism and bigotry — there is a choice,” Winans reflected by phone. “I chose laughter instead of anger. I chose love instead of hate. I chose to understand instead of misunderstand.”
“People who have come to see Born For This have left with inspiration to reach for those dreams again,” Winans continued. “They’ve told me that the show reminded them that they have a purpose, that it’s not over, no matter what age or what’s happened in life.” Continue reading →