Earlier this month, Nia sung in a Christmas program at Lakeview Centennial High School with her middle school choir, contributing to a blissful hour filled of traditional hymns, holiday poems and one of the all-time classics, “My Favorite Things.” When Nia first brought the lyrics home to practice, I couldn’t resist sharing the rendition that… Continue reading “I Simply Remember My Favorite Things….”
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“If the allegations are true….that ain’t cool.”
Ever since last October’s allegations of sexual harassment sent the career of Hollywood titan Harvey Weinstein into a nosedive, politicians and celebrities alike have witnessed their behaviors—-past and present—- held to higher levels of scorn and scrutiny. Images and ‘receipts’ make it harder for “good ol’ boys” and “business as usual,” because in the social… Continue reading “If the allegations are true….that ain’t cool.”
No Husband, No Cry
I’ve got a quick question for all the ‘70s babies’ and ‘90s ladies’ out there——what did TV shows like The Golden Girls, Sex in the City, Girlfriends and Living Single all have in common? Answer: besides featuring predominantly-female casts, each one of those rom-coms depicted smart, stylish, fun-loving women who lived active and fulfilling lives…..without… Continue reading No Husband, No Cry
Call a Thing a Thing….Or Pay the Price
In the 1985 fiction novel, Linden Hills, the late author Gloria Naylor depicted the rise, and demise, of an opulent, upper class neighborhood. For decades, the historical roots, prestigious citizens and luxurious homes were the envy of many…..until the ones who “made it” began to self-destruct. The reason? Coveting the ‘privilege’ of an exclusive residence… Continue reading Call a Thing a Thing….Or Pay the Price
“Was There a TV/DVD Player/Electricity When You Were Growing Up?”
The other day, Layla was home with a tummy bug. Luckily it was nothing serious, and the regular regimen of liquids, crackers, chicken noodle and Culturelle did the trick. While Netflix was usually enough to keep her occupied, the programming wasn’t enough to stop her from chatting with Mom. So, as I sat typing a… Continue reading “Was There a TV/DVD Player/Electricity When You Were Growing Up?”