I Ain't Said Nothin' But A Word...

Dear Santa, It’s been a minute since I last wrote. Life happened and I’ll be honest with you, I didn’t always handle it well. In fact, I’ve fallen a time or two and getting back up has been a challenge. It doesn’t feel like Christmas Eve. I can’t quite put my finger on what’s wrong, but something is off. Last year I was lost in the routine of preparing to host the family. I have no hosting duties this year and I’m not certain I want to be a good guest. Full disclosure, I would most like to curl up beneath the ancestors, wrapped in a lush blanket with a good book and no one around to be responsible for. But everyone is looking to me to make this a Christmas to remember.  My wish list is short this year. I just want joy. And peace. Everyone could use a little enlightenment and maybe one or two could do with a swift kick to turn their lives around. So many are hurting this year, and it doesn’t look like things are going to change any time soon. We could use some balance, Big Guy! Mayb...

    Dear Mike Tyson, Today, I watched an interview where a young journalist asked you about your legacy. Your response took most by surprise, you saying you had no legacy. I’d like to tell you why you are wrong.  History will remember the very best and the very worse of who you are. But you have left your legacy in every moment that has been your life. You have been an inspiration to hundreds of little boys who were told they would never see their dreams come true. They watched you manifest your dreams through fierce determination and hard work. You were a life lesson personified. Many of us learned from you that mistakes could be made and one could come back from them. You showed millions that they do not have to be their circumstances, or their past, and could shape a future of their own making. You did that, with each punch, each knock out, each uphill battle where the masses, and the bookies, were betting against you. I discovered my love for boxing watching you fight...

I haven’t been able to complete a single thought in weeks. There’s been so much running through my head that it’s been next to impossible to sort through it. I’ll simply say the devil continues to stay busy. But you know how I do. The bits and pieces become dribble and dribble eventually becomes a post. So here goes.  If you are now out here doing interviews and posting about Sean “P-Diddy” Combs and what you saw or what you knew, then you deserve to be in the same cell with him. If you were witness to his alleged depravity and you did absolutely nothing to protect or help his victims when it was happening, then you, too, should rot in hell. You giving up information now, doesn’t make you a hero. It only proves how despicable you truly are. Historically, women have been saving the world since the beginning of time. There are those who don’t know that because the men who mucked things up have taken extreme measures to keep that history from the world. It makes them look bad and they...

I love to see young people doing well. This past weekend Big Daddy and I met a young man who is making a name for himself in the real estate game.  He is a licensed broker and I instantly fell head over heels. He was respectful, engaging, knowledgeable and from start to finish he made his granny, and  this  granny, proud.  His name is Tye Williams and Tye was hosting an Open House. The upscale home was in a neighborhood that has never been known for being upscale, but gentrification is quickly changing the landscape. We talked everything from home design to politics and back. He had strong opinions and a solid moral character and I would not hesitate to recommend him to anyone in the market for a home. Tye made such an impression that I knew I would write a blog about him before I got out the door. That’s saying a lot since I haven’t blogged in months. Well, actually a whole year! Life has had me in a head lock since my father died and Mom became my responsibili...