Following my previous blog post, please see below another excerpt of Mama… Tall, dark and handsome – resembling his late father James De Rogers – James Arthur, cleared his throat before he began to speak carefully and distinctly. It was evident by the rustled movement on the other side of the telephone line that he… Continue reading James Arthur
In honor of Black History Month, I am sharing an excerpt of my book in progress called Mama. This is a fictionalized documentation of the life of my great-grandmother, Buena Vista Rogers, and her children. This excerpt shows how I imagine her meeting my great grandfather, James De Rogers. May they rest in peace. … Continue reading Miss. BV …Meet James De
There comes a time in everyone’s life where he or she sits and thinks about … life. Recently, I was lounging on my couch in my living room, not doing anything spectacular; probably catching up with one of the latest “Housewives of …” episodes. And, out of no where, it dawned on me — What… Continue reading Life Goals — Have Any?
Ahh, ’tis the season for New Year’s resolutions. Yeah, yeah, yeah, we know — you want to eat healthier and exercise more, you want re-analyze your Facebook friends and block those you don’t like anymore, you want to spend more time with your family, you want to be more financially stable, and you want to… Continue reading Keep it Simple.
Many years ago, the Inkwell was the only beach on the island of Martha’s Vineyard in Massachusetts where people of color (mostly Black servants) were allowed to enjoy the beauty of the sea, according to historians. Since the color of ink is dark, this particular section of beach was dubbed the Inkwell. “Yep, that’s pretty messed… Continue reading The Inkwell. My Happy Place.
Silence. No television, no music, no lights. Nothing. Just me and my brain [let’s call her Anastasia] clearing my thoughts … okay, and maybe a glass [several glasses] of wine! On most evenings during the week, after having a full day of work, I kick off my shoes, then set my bag, keys, junk mail and bills on… Continue reading September: Meditation, Reflection and Focus
I remember it like it was yesterday. May 2002. There I was, in my crisply pressed black cap and gown, sitting under a big white tent with a few hundred young adults like myself. The heels of my brand-new fancy black fabric pumps from Nine West were slowly sinking into the muddy lawn – thanks to the previous night’s… Continue reading Women’s History Month. Be Fearless.