Hello all, hope everything is well. Life on this side of the earth is going as well as can be accepted, I am grateful for the little things. For example, yesterday I found free parking at three meter sites, folks waived me down to give me their paid for spot. In DC that is unheard of. That alone made me feel like I walked on a clowd of blessings.
I am pleased to inform you that i have hired a publicist, well, not officially, i haven't sent the check yet, but I am excited about working with her. She believes in Intimate Musing (for all my friends who purchased copies - thank you) and Cherished Beginnings and is excited about representing me. This sistah is so professional and talented, a self starter and multitakser, reminds me of another woman I met in Athlanta named Michellda. She was so fly, so focused and on point, her energy and spirit really redirectedme, inspired me, when I was healing from a separation. Actually, her influence gave me the strength to decide to move forward with my life. And Belinda, the publicist, has that same energy. So I will give her full name and contact info once I can clearly in good conscious name her as my publicist, ie, after the contracts are signed.
On another matter, I am facing a personal dilemma with blogging. OK fellow bloggers, you know how this works, you post to share your thoughts and experiences, your ideas and beliefs. I definitely enjoy feedback, it is the highlight of my day. That you took time to tap in, check up on me, and actually write back is so special. But I am facing the problem that some of the folks I am actually most intimately connected (family) are now reading. And I don't know how I feel about it. On some level it makes me not want to post, want to hold a little back, cause I am very private in person and don't want to have to answer for what I share with the public. And I don't want my experiences used to hurt or harm other family members, or rub stuff in their faces. So I thought about shutting Discover Kai down completely over the past 48 hours. Gave it a great amount of thought, actually. But I am going to stick to it. I enjoy it, I love the space I have created, my isolated black oasis of thought and reflection, and I don't want to lost that.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
Bebe Moore Campbell
I am so saddened to hear that one of my favorite authors has passed away. I am actually struggling to cope with this loss, another young spirit taken from the world, who offered so much hope, ingenuity, creativity and pure, soulful reflection. Brothers and Sisters was my first entry to her world, I subsequently devoured every book of hers I could find. She astounded me, this small woman with such a powerful mastery of fiction, particularly historical fiction. Her fictional recreation taken from the Emmett Till story and the LA Riots personalized great tragedies and were the first times I looked at the very real event behind the magnificent tragedy.
To her family, I extended my deepest sympathies. How could you know how loved your wife and mother was by complete strangers, her writing opening travels and paths to deeper understanding. Perhaps you do. Perhaps you will accept our regret, understand that while we may not experience your loss, we certainly also feel a deep pain.
Taken from The Grits - MySpace
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Monday, November 27, 2006 BEST SELLING AUTHOR AND MENTAL HEALTH ADVOCATEBEBE MOORE CAMPBELL DIES AT AGE 56
“Writer Fought Valiantly to the End in Battle Against Cancer”Washington, DC –
Today at 12:15 a. m. PST, internationally acclaimed best selling author, writer, and mental advocate, Elizabeth Bebe Moore Campbell Gordon died peacefully at her home in Los Angeles due to complications related to brain cancer. Campbell was diagnosed with a neurological condition in late February by world renowned neurosurgeon Dr. Keith Black who led her medical team. “My wife was a phenomenal woman who did it her way,” said husband Ellis Gordon Jr. “She loved her family and her career as a writer. We enjoyed life together as a team and we will miss her immensely and will lover her forever.”
An only child, Elizabeth Bebe Moore Campbell Gordon was born February 18, 1950 in Philadelphia Pennsylvania to Doris Moore and the late George L. P. Moore. She was educated in the Philadelphia Public Schools where she graduated by Philadelphia High School for Girls. She received her Bachelor of Science degree in Elementary Education from the University of Pittsburgh 1971 and appointed an Alumni Trustee of the University by Chancellor Mark Nordenberg on June 24, 2005. Upon graduation from the University of Pittsburgh, Elizabeth Bebe Moore Campbell became a teacher and taught elementary school in Atlanta Georgia from 1972 – 1975. Bebe quickly learned that teaching was not her life’s work. Searching for more, she enrolled in a writing class taught by renowned author Toni Cade Bambara.Eventually, Campbell left teaching and pursued a career in writing, submitting articles and stories to periodicals such as Essence, The New York Times, The Washington Post, Ebony, Seventeen Magazine, and Black Enterprise Magazine. Bebe’s career as a writer began to blossom, but not without the growing pains that young writers often experience.
Her determined spirit and passion for the craft kept her going and she became a well known journalist, writing articles for The New York Times Magazine, The Washington Post, The Los Angeles Times, Essence, Ebony, Black Enterprise, as well as other publications. She became a regular commentator for National Public Radio's "Morning Edition". Bebe Moore Campbell is a successful author and of four New York Times bestsellers: Brothers and Sisters, Singing in the Come Back Choir, What You Owe Me, and 72 Hour Hold. She is also the author of LA Times best seller and New York Times notable book of the year, Your Blues Ain’t Like Mine for which she won an NAACP Image Award for literature.Bebe’s latest research and writing interests in mental health was motivated by a loved one in her member who is struggling with mental illness. It was the catalyst for her first children's book, Sometimes My Mommy Gets Angry, which was published in September 2003. This book won the National Alliance for the Mentally Ill (NAMI) Outstanding Literature Award for 2003.
Following her children’s book, Campbell wrote best seller, 72 Hour Hold which is fictional story about a mother trying to cope with her daughter’s bi-polar disorder.As a result of her deep passion and concern for those with mental illness, Bebe has become an advocate for mental illness and she is the founding members of National Alliance for the Mentally Ill (NAMI) - Inglewood, which is now, NAMI Urban Los Angeles. She is also a member of the National Alliance for the Mentally Ill. During her illness, Bebe not stopped writing. She wrote for as long as she could. This past September 2006, her latest children’s book was released, “Stompin’ at the Savory.” Early next year, another one of her children’s book will be released entitled, I’m So Hungry.” Once when asked about her favorite book Bebe received numerous awards in her lifetime, including a National Association of Negro Business and Professional Women's Literature Award (1978), the 1994 NAACP Image Award for literature, a National Endowment for the Arts Literature Grant (1980), and the University of Pittsburgh's Distinguished Alumni Award.
Earlier this year, Bebe was faced with a health challenge, which was perhaps one of her greatest of her life. She was diagnosed with brain cancer. She was encouraged by the many expressions of love and concerns from friends and supporters around the country, who gave her a special tribute in September of this year.
Elizabeth Bebe Moore Campbell Gordon leaves to mourn her passing, her husband of 22 years Ellis Gordon, Jr. (Los Angeles); her mother Doris Moore (Los Angeles), her two children, daughter Maia Campbell (Los Angeles), and son, Ellis Gordon, III (Mitchellville, Maryland), one son-in-law, Elias Gutierrez (Los Angeles), one daughter-in-law, Monica Gordon (Mitchellville, Maryland), two granddaughters, Elizabeth Elisha Gutierrez and Zakariya Gordon and a host of other relative and friends.
In lieu of flowers, the family is asking that donations be sent to two of her favorites, NAMI – Urban Los Angeles and The United Negro College Fund.<>IV> <>V>
>At the time of this release, funeral arrangements had not been made. For more information, please call Linda Wharton Boyd at (202) 669-9139.Selected Works by Bebe Moore Campbell includes:
• Stomping at the Savory ( 2006)• 72 Hour Hold (2005)• What You Owe Me (2001) • Singing in the Comeback Choir (1998) • Brothers and Sisters (1994) • Your Blues Ain't Like Mine (1992) • Sweet Summer: Growing Up With and Without My Dad (1990) • Successful Women, Angry Men: Backlash in the Two-Career Marriage (1986) • CHILDREN'S LITERATURE o Sometimes My Mommy Gets Angry, illustrated by E.B. Lewis (2003) • ARTICLES and ESSAYS o "The Boy in the River," Time, 153 8 March 1999: 35. o "Coming Together: Can We See Beyond the Color of Our Skin?" Essence, February 1995:25, 80-82. o "I Felt Rage-Then Fear," Parents, 68 February 1993: 94-95. o "Remember the 60's?" The Protest," Los Angeles Times, 13 December 1992: 1. o "Brothers and Sisters," New York Times Magazine, 23 August 1992: 6,18. o "Daddy's Girl," Essence, 23 June 1992: 72-74. o "Staying in the Community," Essence, 20 December 1989: 96-98. • RADIO PLAYS o Sugar on the Floor o Old Lady Shoeso Even with the Madness," debuted in New York in June 2003• FILMS o Brothers and Sisters (1995) o Sweet Summer (1989) o o "I Felt Rage-Then Fear," Parents, 68 February 1993: 94-95. o "Remember the 60's?" The Protest," Los Angeles Times, 13 December 1992: 1. o "Brothers and Sisters," New York Times Magazine, 23 August 1992: 6,18. o "Daddy's Girl," Essence, 23 June 1992: 72-74. o "Staying in the Community," Essence, 20 December 1989: 96-98. • RADIO PLAYS o Sugar on the Floor o Old Lady Shoeso Even with the Madness," debuted in New York in June 2003• FILMS o Brothers and Sisters (1995) o Sweet Summer (1989)
To her family, I extended my deepest sympathies. How could you know how loved your wife and mother was by complete strangers, her writing opening travels and paths to deeper understanding. Perhaps you do. Perhaps you will accept our regret, understand that while we may not experience your loss, we certainly also feel a deep pain.
Taken from The Grits - MySpace
MEDIA RELEASE FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: CONTACT: Linda Wharton-Boyd(202) 291-6435 –office; (202) 669-9139lindaboyd@whartongroupinc.com
Monday, November 27, 2006 BEST SELLING AUTHOR AND MENTAL HEALTH ADVOCATEBEBE MOORE CAMPBELL DIES AT AGE 56
“Writer Fought Valiantly to the End in Battle Against Cancer”Washington, DC –
Today at 12:15 a. m. PST, internationally acclaimed best selling author, writer, and mental advocate, Elizabeth Bebe Moore Campbell Gordon died peacefully at her home in Los Angeles due to complications related to brain cancer. Campbell was diagnosed with a neurological condition in late February by world renowned neurosurgeon Dr. Keith Black who led her medical team. “My wife was a phenomenal woman who did it her way,” said husband Ellis Gordon Jr. “She loved her family and her career as a writer. We enjoyed life together as a team and we will miss her immensely and will lover her forever.”
An only child, Elizabeth Bebe Moore Campbell Gordon was born February 18, 1950 in Philadelphia Pennsylvania to Doris Moore and the late George L. P. Moore. She was educated in the Philadelphia Public Schools where she graduated by Philadelphia High School for Girls. She received her Bachelor of Science degree in Elementary Education from the University of Pittsburgh 1971 and appointed an Alumni Trustee of the University by Chancellor Mark Nordenberg on June 24, 2005. Upon graduation from the University of Pittsburgh, Elizabeth Bebe Moore Campbell became a teacher and taught elementary school in Atlanta Georgia from 1972 – 1975. Bebe quickly learned that teaching was not her life’s work. Searching for more, she enrolled in a writing class taught by renowned author Toni Cade Bambara.Eventually, Campbell left teaching and pursued a career in writing, submitting articles and stories to periodicals such as Essence, The New York Times, The Washington Post, Ebony, Seventeen Magazine, and Black Enterprise Magazine. Bebe’s career as a writer began to blossom, but not without the growing pains that young writers often experience.
Her determined spirit and passion for the craft kept her going and she became a well known journalist, writing articles for The New York Times Magazine, The Washington Post, The Los Angeles Times, Essence, Ebony, Black Enterprise, as well as other publications. She became a regular commentator for National Public Radio's "Morning Edition". Bebe Moore Campbell is a successful author and of four New York Times bestsellers: Brothers and Sisters, Singing in the Come Back Choir, What You Owe Me, and 72 Hour Hold. She is also the author of LA Times best seller and New York Times notable book of the year, Your Blues Ain’t Like Mine for which she won an NAACP Image Award for literature.Bebe’s latest research and writing interests in mental health was motivated by a loved one in her member who is struggling with mental illness. It was the catalyst for her first children's book, Sometimes My Mommy Gets Angry, which was published in September 2003. This book won the National Alliance for the Mentally Ill (NAMI) Outstanding Literature Award for 2003.
Following her children’s book, Campbell wrote best seller, 72 Hour Hold which is fictional story about a mother trying to cope with her daughter’s bi-polar disorder.As a result of her deep passion and concern for those with mental illness, Bebe has become an advocate for mental illness and she is the founding members of National Alliance for the Mentally Ill (NAMI) - Inglewood, which is now, NAMI Urban Los Angeles. She is also a member of the National Alliance for the Mentally Ill. During her illness, Bebe not stopped writing. She wrote for as long as she could. This past September 2006, her latest children’s book was released, “Stompin’ at the Savory.” Early next year, another one of her children’s book will be released entitled, I’m So Hungry.” Once when asked about her favorite book Bebe received numerous awards in her lifetime, including a National Association of Negro Business and Professional Women's Literature Award (1978), the 1994 NAACP Image Award for literature, a National Endowment for the Arts Literature Grant (1980), and the University of Pittsburgh's Distinguished Alumni Award.
Earlier this year, Bebe was faced with a health challenge, which was perhaps one of her greatest of her life. She was diagnosed with brain cancer. She was encouraged by the many expressions of love and concerns from friends and supporters around the country, who gave her a special tribute in September of this year.
Elizabeth Bebe Moore Campbell Gordon leaves to mourn her passing, her husband of 22 years Ellis Gordon, Jr. (Los Angeles); her mother Doris Moore (Los Angeles), her two children, daughter Maia Campbell (Los Angeles), and son, Ellis Gordon, III (Mitchellville, Maryland), one son-in-law, Elias Gutierrez (Los Angeles), one daughter-in-law, Monica Gordon (Mitchellville, Maryland), two granddaughters, Elizabeth Elisha Gutierrez and Zakariya Gordon and a host of other relative and friends.
In lieu of flowers, the family is asking that donations be sent to two of her favorites, NAMI – Urban Los Angeles and The United Negro College Fund.<>IV> <>V>
>At the time of this release, funeral arrangements had not been made. For more information, please call Linda Wharton Boyd at (202) 669-9139.Selected Works by Bebe Moore Campbell includes:
• Stomping at the Savory ( 2006)• 72 Hour Hold (2005)• What You Owe Me (2001) • Singing in the Comeback Choir (1998) • Brothers and Sisters (1994) • Your Blues Ain't Like Mine (1992) • Sweet Summer: Growing Up With and Without My Dad (1990) • Successful Women, Angry Men: Backlash in the Two-Career Marriage (1986) • CHILDREN'S LITERATURE o Sometimes My Mommy Gets Angry, illustrated by E.B. Lewis (2003) • ARTICLES and ESSAYS o "The Boy in the River," Time, 153 8 March 1999: 35. o "Coming Together: Can We See Beyond the Color of Our Skin?" Essence, February 1995:25, 80-82. o "I Felt Rage-Then Fear," Parents, 68 February 1993: 94-95. o "Remember the 60's?" The Protest," Los Angeles Times, 13 December 1992: 1. o "Brothers and Sisters," New York Times Magazine, 23 August 1992: 6,18. o "Daddy's Girl," Essence, 23 June 1992: 72-74. o "Staying in the Community," Essence, 20 December 1989: 96-98. • RADIO PLAYS o Sugar on the Floor o Old Lady Shoeso Even with the Madness," debuted in New York in June 2003• FILMS o Brothers and Sisters (1995) o Sweet Summer (1989) o o "I Felt Rage-Then Fear," Parents, 68 February 1993: 94-95. o "Remember the 60's?" The Protest," Los Angeles Times, 13 December 1992: 1. o "Brothers and Sisters," New York Times Magazine, 23 August 1992: 6,18. o "Daddy's Girl," Essence, 23 June 1992: 72-74. o "Staying in the Community," Essence, 20 December 1989: 96-98. • RADIO PLAYS o Sugar on the Floor o Old Lady Shoeso Even with the Madness," debuted in New York in June 2003• FILMS o Brothers and Sisters (1995) o Sweet Summer (1989)
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Wire highlights
It's heating up. Omar made his move - Prop Joe finally lost his cool, not to the Greeks or Avon but to the "Ni--- with a gun." Method Man made an appearance tonite - finally. Been waiting for his rugged self.
Well, the it is time for innocence to be lost. Michael is tasting the thrill of danger, the power of the hunt. He is the next Marlo, the next Avon, it is all in the works. Chris and Snoop are going to make Michael choose - Randy may be the next Wallace, although that would break my heart.
Carver has really come up this season - "You betta have a toothbrush on ya son, or its Baby Bookin tonite!" finally gave him a good line. He shouldve know betta than to give Randy to Herk, I am hopin Randy doesn't get killed on the streets.
Comedy is normally provided by Donut - the young car thief. but tonite fould mouth Kinard had me rolling. 
Too bad our babies really have to grow up so fast.Tonites show was powerful! I must see it again, contemplating tappin one of my homies with the bootleg, but no, I need to keep it honest. I just don't want to wait until next week!!!
Tidbits - Poetry Reading
I'm loving life today!! It might be becuase I am just too tired to sweat the small stuff. I will not make my NANOWRIMO deadline, but I have an excellent new story in the works. It is a sci fi traveler and, I am very excited. I took the premise from a former short story and began an entirely new work.
My baby girl is far sighted. She has been tellin gme for the past few weeks that something changed - thank God I listended. Not too bad, but baby girl will be sporting glasses. I am sure she iwll find a way to make it cute, she is such a little princess.
Oh - GREAT NEWS- My first poetry reading will be December 2, 2004, from 2-4 at touchstone gallery. I am slighlty nervous, very excited. Anyone have any suggestions about how I should proceed - from memory or with paper. Speakin gof which, how should I dress - mother earthy or my normal conservative plain - read something one, black khaki or bluejean? Suggestions welcome...
Well I am finishing up the third Discover Kai joint Stay tuned. And check back with me tonite for Wire updates....
My baby girl is far sighted. She has been tellin gme for the past few weeks that something changed - thank God I listended. Not too bad, but baby girl will be sporting glasses. I am sure she iwll find a way to make it cute, she is such a little princess.
Oh - GREAT NEWS- My first poetry reading will be December 2, 2004, from 2-4 at touchstone gallery. I am slighlty nervous, very excited. Anyone have any suggestions about how I should proceed - from memory or with paper. Speakin gof which, how should I dress - mother earthy or my normal conservative plain - read something one, black khaki or bluejean? Suggestions welcome...
Well I am finishing up the third Discover Kai joint Stay tuned. And check back with me tonite for Wire updates....
Thursday, November 23, 2006
something special, something rare, something miraculous, something beautiful
Please forgive me, I got behind on my posts this week. Below was the "reflection" posted on myspace for Thanksgiving - hope you enjoyed the day!!! I had every intent to skip the traditional Thanksgiving reflections, no need to bore anybody with personal moments of reflection. But, I couldn't contain myself. So here I am, an hour after the passing of the day of grateful expression, overwhelmed with thankfulness and humbleness at where I stand on life's path. The truth is, I never thought I would escape my childhood world, emotional walls of barren expression and concrete pain, painted with the stripes of others manic depression and paternal sociopathic behavior. But I'm free, slid through the gate, climbed over barbed wire, bleeding and scarred, but free. My thankfulness goes further, because the physical escape does not always lead to spiritual release, forgiveness, or inner peace about circumstances which I have no power to change. That is the supernatural blessing, the unbelievable miracle that has been sprinkled my way. I could write tales that would spin your head, make tears roll, cause your insides to cringe. I choose not to because spreading pain is counter to the purpose of my gift. I am able to withhold that urge, twist and turn the event, observe it from ever angle to find that silver line of hope. I will give up only the necessary, if it brings my reader to the resolution that they are not alone in the suffering, but all things come to an end. For that I am thankful. Finally, for the energy that chose me to "come through unto life to be a beautiful reflection of His grace." Alright, I expect you to recognize and understand L-Boogie's lyrics. One of my girls, who the doctor claimed had no heartbreak and attempted to force a D&C while she was in my womb, stands before me healthy, a daily miracle. A test of my faith, belief, calm to get that second opinion, take that extra effort to fight for her life and avoid the undercover population control used by that doctor. I came to that conclusion because it was the satelite office to my regular one, the "in the hood" counterpart to my plush office in the 'burbs. Do I really have to explain, ya'll? Just by being there my lawyer identity was hidden, and, without the title, they treated me just like any other black girl from the hood. Wouldn't even take the time to talk to me about my child, my condition, anything. Brought back that helpless feeling, but just for a second. But, I digress. The point is, I was fortunate enough to have the means and access to put forth the extra effort, the extra search for proof of life, and subsequently raise hell on behalf of the many who weren't able to. I won't list my kids, but let me just say that for each day of reckless play, energized expression and glints of their hidden talents, I am thankful. If you took the time to read this, to share in the emotional overload I am feeling at this moment, I am thankful if this touched you in any way. I hope that today (yesterday) you recalled something special, something rare, something miraculous, something beautiful and just took a moment to reflect and give thanks. Peace a.Kai  Check out daily posts at www.discoverkai.blogspot.com |
Sunday, November 19, 2006
The regular weekly update and other things
Well - ya'll know how I do. I will post pictures of my favorites, because I simply cannot help myself. I love this show. I don't want to give away the plot at all, but I love this show. I will say that Omar's revenge will be sweet - hours of nonstop surveillance have to pay off. He is completely psychopathic. And Chris and Snoop - I can't figure out who is the funniest to me Snoop, with her brilliant one liners, or that adorable hopper Donut (picture above behind the wheel). Luckily I missed the scene with the cop, woulda made me furious.
In other matters, I am trying to finish up this NaNo thing with some dignity. I mean, just a little bit. So excited, I talked two other folks into doing it, and now they have surpassed me by the thousands. Just pathetic!!
I have to get some articles submitted, so I will be working like a hustler over the next two days. But I made some commitments that I really am trying to keep. Also, got the third Discover Kai collection at the end of the month and am hoping an editor can get to Life the Series before month's end.
Speaking of which, it seems impossible to finish this story. I have backed myself into a moral corner. By letting them do the deed, the future is no longer clear, which is why I wrote it in the first place. The conclusion was coming around too easily, Kwaku and Lani meet in Delaware and make up, Kenya and her mother con, oops calm, Christopher back into complacency, although things are not the same again. But for the sake of his son, his family, appearances, he will stay. He is just that type of brotha (they do exist you know).
But it was just too easy. So I threw in the wrench. Lani is in DE, but Kwaku can't catch up to her. Chris calls and goes to her. Now what? How can Lani go back. Do Lani and Chris carry guilt? Are Lani and Chris wrong (after all they still think their spouses did the deed)? What type of ending is there for Lani after all....Well I am going to have something together by tomorrow night, so stay posted.
Oh, and, just for good measure, take a few more looks at the Wire's cast, cause, why not?
Oh yeah, let me dig up another picture of JD (Bodie), for good measure. Sure wish Stringer Bell would make an appearance, as a ghost or dream or somethin...
Thursday, November 16, 2006
The Return of the Piano
Time has flown past and I haven't dropped in to post a little reflection. Whats going on with me? Well, first things first, I got back my PIANO!! I am so excited, thrilled, thankful. See, when I moved, my mother gave the piano to her friends. That was ten years ago. They told me during a visit last summer that the piano was still mine, I could retrieve it whenever. Now get this, they even kept all my original piano books, notes, drawing, writings, everything, in the piano seat. How special is that? Well my piano teacher, Mr. Earl Bethea, who was also a music teacher and Professor at Hochstein Music School, but taught lessons on the side, dies several years ago. This is all I had to remember thos 9 years of sitting in his immaculate house, with small Mozart busts, and beautiful art, baby grand pianos and exquisite antique furniture and receiving training. He was strict, but when I accomplished something, a comment from an expert and perfectionist, and wonderfully talented man like him meant the world. There were times, after hard parental evenings and mornings, when lessons in his house were the only stable sane thing. He would look in my face, rub my back, treat me a little more comforting on those days. He understand - my childhood pain was all over my face.
So any, I loved Mr. Bethea in a unique, admiring, awe inspiring way. Just like I love my piano. And the stability that it and those regimented lessons brought me. I am going to teach my girls the basics, start formal lessons in the spring. But I can't wait to just go through those old books, stare at his immaculate script, reminisce on over ten years of training.
I quit playing. Wanted so hard to fit in, be cool, hang. Got sick of my mother inserting herself in making sure I practiced, using it as another reason to pick at me. She offered the ultimatum - "I need to save my money, wasting all this money on you." Spite made me say "Fine!" Anything to hurt her, shut her up, then, the 17 year old mind set on revenge and escape. But I actually hurt myself in the process.
I can't turn back time. And I can't dwell on the past, too much internal sadness. I refuse to regret anymore, have to focus on the good times. But I am going to pick up where I left off. And I can't wait...
*A sincere thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Eugene Montgomery, I have no words to express my gratitude.*
So any, I loved Mr. Bethea in a unique, admiring, awe inspiring way. Just like I love my piano. And the stability that it and those regimented lessons brought me. I am going to teach my girls the basics, start formal lessons in the spring. But I can't wait to just go through those old books, stare at his immaculate script, reminisce on over ten years of training.
I quit playing. Wanted so hard to fit in, be cool, hang. Got sick of my mother inserting herself in making sure I practiced, using it as another reason to pick at me. She offered the ultimatum - "I need to save my money, wasting all this money on you." Spite made me say "Fine!" Anything to hurt her, shut her up, then, the 17 year old mind set on revenge and escape. But I actually hurt myself in the process.
I can't turn back time. And I can't dwell on the past, too much internal sadness. I refuse to regret anymore, have to focus on the good times. But I am going to pick up where I left off. And I can't wait...
*A sincere thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Eugene Montgomery, I have no words to express my gratitude.*
Monday, November 13, 2006
Gerald Levert
It seems that I completely dropped the ball. I failed to take a moment to mention Mr. Gerald Levert and the deep loss and sense of regret that at his sudden departure. There isn't much I can say that you don't already know, the Leverts represented in a fierce proud way, and his life was a moniker to that. Casanova and other Levert hits were true R&B, those brotha's could croon, it was obviously in the blood. I recall watching the music montage in New JAck City, when Levert closed out "Living Just Enough" - their melody perfect, their stroll just right.
Of course, LSG was a phenom hit. I don't know why they didn't stay together, I was waiting for the rumored second album. But more endearing was getting an opportunity to observe the inner workings of his family, when his daughter celebrated her Sweet Sixteen last year. Its funny, that was the show I wanted to see the most, well that and LA Reid's and Pebbles son, and of course it was the one I always missed.
When I finally caught it, I was struck by their family closeness, it wasn't a show, these brothas stuck together. And when the daughter played around with her performance, Gerald was very clear, that she would not be allowed to tarnish the family name, even if that meant cancelling her little time in the spotlight.
I gained a tremendous amount of respect for him, his influence was evident in his seed. And I have no words to express how a community who only knew his voice and public persona could still be so deeply tied to his charming smile and voluminous voice, but we are. Tremendously so.
May God bless and keep his family throughout this emotional trial.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Unsung Hero's
Tonight's show returned to the usual exciting level - it is going to be interestin to see how Omar handles his freedom, an dif he takes it straight to Marlo. The potential of a show down between him and Chris is hot - just two brothas with guns and street mystique, but i doubt it will happen. The Wire eliminates that predictable.
Anyway, Michael is in a no win situation. the problem is his mom is so cracked out and dependent, if he gets this man killed another will just take his place. it probably won't be too long before she have another baby, Michael can't raise them all. Interesting they named him Michael - he is a warrior angel, a chief, for real.
Finally - the school forum as a template of life is great. Did you notice how the students were completely deflated and depressed when they were treated to a steak dinner. Culture shock, a realization that an entire world exists other ethan theirs, but it scared them cause they were lost in it. Reacted by upping the wild kidz act. Returning to what they are expected to be, thuggin up the music and picking fights, one kid repeatedly asking for Mickey D's - staple of the ghetto. Tru but sad.
I wanted to put a picture on here of the cop who is finally steppin it up, but anytime I have a chance to post Bodie's macho self, I gotta go for it. I love this brotha - JD Williams - he got it right, down to the doo rag and the spit. Check it, my favorite line of his, from the entire season - "His heart pump Kool-aid" when answering Stringer about Wallace's heart. Favorite this series - "Yeah, now I know why is you what you is" I love it!!
Let me give a shout out to Mr Man cop, at least I am finally starting to like him:
And check it - I remember you on the Cosby Show too - like Stacy Dash, you been in the game for a minute...
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Book Reviews, Website, Articles, Story Updates
Hey all - how is everything. Over here, everything remains everything. Dang Lauryn, when are gonna get some more music. I digress. Anyway, I have written the next 2 chapters to Life, please bare with me, I just have to find time to actually post them, there are languishing in handwriting hell in my notebook.
Someone asked what my writing process is. I don't have one. Really. I just realized, as it comes to me I type it or jot it down, which leads to indecisherable notes written upside down in the margins of other documents that I have to later translate and recall into a story. I have to get a better process going. NaNoWriMo is showing that. Forcing myself to sit down and write according to a schedule is much more diccifulct than I ever imagined. My project is draggin and I haven't posted the last three chapters - (they will be up by tomorrow night, after Life and my next article for The Lost Genre).
So, how do I organize myself. And how do I preserve my articles and works for future reference, since the web is so fleeting. Any suggestions.
In other news, I have signed on the review poetry and stories for Read Zone Book Reviews book club. I am so excited!! I can't even explain it. Please follow my reviews and let me know your thoughts.
Well, thats it for now. Have patience with me - I also launched my website , and have been working on updating that. So many balls in the air, and I refuse to let one drop until I decide to put all these bad boys down and go take a seat. Please, check out the website and let me know your thoughts.
Peace.
Someone asked what my writing process is. I don't have one. Really. I just realized, as it comes to me I type it or jot it down, which leads to indecisherable notes written upside down in the margins of other documents that I have to later translate and recall into a story. I have to get a better process going. NaNoWriMo is showing that. Forcing myself to sit down and write according to a schedule is much more diccifulct than I ever imagined. My project is draggin and I haven't posted the last three chapters - (they will be up by tomorrow night, after Life and my next article for The Lost Genre).
So, how do I organize myself. And how do I preserve my articles and works for future reference, since the web is so fleeting. Any suggestions.
In other news, I have signed on the review poetry and stories for Read Zone Book Reviews book club. I am so excited!! I can't even explain it. Please follow my reviews and let me know your thoughts.
Well, thats it for now. Have patience with me - I also launched my website , and have been working on updating that. So many balls in the air, and I refuse to let one drop until I decide to put all these bad boys down and go take a seat. Please, check out the website and let me know your thoughts.
Peace.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Well folks, I voted this morning. Yep, if you read my latest post to Sojournals, then you know that I had some voter confusion. The main issue was whether I should overlook the Republican party attached to Lt Gov Steele and vote for him anyway, you know, cause he's a black man. Not a good enough reason, well you can't tell him and the Republicans that. You have never seen a machine in motion like the one running his campaign. Could it be that these are the same folks behind, uhm, say, Bush? I don't know. But what I do know is that he littered the black county I live in with signs painted in Green Red and Black strips, stating "Don't be a SLAVE to the Democrats."
I am not kidding. Doesn't stop there - his campaign folks were rumors to be passing out flyers that stated he was supported by none other than Democratic candidate, until his recent defeat, Kweise Mfume. Now he did not have Mfume's endorsement, but that can all be cleared up after the election. Isn't that how it works? For the Republicans anyway.
I don't know how, but he managed to get support from Wayne Curry and other prominent Democrats. I will keep my opinions on that to myself, don't want to falsely accuse or incriminate anyone. However, Russell Simmons and Kathy Hughes joining his campaign just seemed all too well orchestrated. I won't speak against Simmons, but is there any doubt that Hughes follows the corporate dollar and is tied to some orchestrating power. The folks who have been allowed to thrive came together to support this guy so flawlessly, even though they don't live here and have little to do with MD.
So, I stood at the polls today, for the first time, disgusted with the Black candidate. Disgusted that my blackness was being packaged and marketed to me by the Republican party. Disgusted that I am supposed to be more impressed with Simmons bling bling than noticing that the Republican candidate has stayed in line with the Bush administrations. Disgusted that Steeles popularity is supposed to blind me from the bigger issues, like the Republicans need to retain control of Congress, therefore a vote for any Republican, right now, is a vote for Bush and the current administration. Disgusted at the basic disregard of taste and class that would prohibit the Slave, power to the people signs, and Civil Rights, back of the bus, reference to Kweise Mfume (radio campaigns).
Just disgusted in general.....
I voted for Cardin
I am not kidding. Doesn't stop there - his campaign folks were rumors to be passing out flyers that stated he was supported by none other than Democratic candidate, until his recent defeat, Kweise Mfume. Now he did not have Mfume's endorsement, but that can all be cleared up after the election. Isn't that how it works? For the Republicans anyway.
I don't know how, but he managed to get support from Wayne Curry and other prominent Democrats. I will keep my opinions on that to myself, don't want to falsely accuse or incriminate anyone. However, Russell Simmons and Kathy Hughes joining his campaign just seemed all too well orchestrated. I won't speak against Simmons, but is there any doubt that Hughes follows the corporate dollar and is tied to some orchestrating power. The folks who have been allowed to thrive came together to support this guy so flawlessly, even though they don't live here and have little to do with MD.
So, I stood at the polls today, for the first time, disgusted with the Black candidate. Disgusted that my blackness was being packaged and marketed to me by the Republican party. Disgusted that I am supposed to be more impressed with Simmons bling bling than noticing that the Republican candidate has stayed in line with the Bush administrations. Disgusted that Steeles popularity is supposed to blind me from the bigger issues, like the Republicans need to retain control of Congress, therefore a vote for any Republican, right now, is a vote for Bush and the current administration. Disgusted at the basic disregard of taste and class that would prohibit the Slave, power to the people signs, and Civil Rights, back of the bus, reference to Kweise Mfume (radio campaigns).
Just disgusted in general.....
I voted for Cardin
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Other News
In other news tonight, I completed publishing my second book of poetry. They are flowing out of me right now, so I am trying to make the most out of it. I am excited about this one, I think it is better than the first and the poems are stronger. I have requested reviews from some respected poets and hope that they enjoy the book. If not, I won't give up, I will keep pluggin and trying to hone the craft until it is where it needs to be.
I am terribly behind in my NaNoWriMo challenge. I have no idea how many words I have, but it is pathetic, I promise. And my poor character Roni has been completely neglected. Organization is the key, but how does an unorganized person even get into position to organize herself. This should be interesting.
Oh yeah. Almost forgot. I started my website. I should be trying to work on it tonight, but, as usual, I am out of time. But I have gotten a general format down and am looking forward to filling in the blanks later. The url is, of course, www.discoverkai.com.
The Wire- Michael, child strength
OK - so you know what tonites post is goin got be about. The Wire fed me another dose, and I couldn't get enough. Its a good thing I am no longer with Direct TV - I would be watching it again, instead of writing, and I am desperately behind. The character Michael is phenomnal and the child playing it captures it all. The prototype for a baby being the man of the house. Unbelievable. I didn't feel sorry for him, cause I know he's going to be alright, but he sure has the world on his shoulders right now.
Tonights fodder was Marlo's henchmen running around town tryin to identify New York hustlers. Yankees? Did Snoop really call them that? Hilarious. Quote of the night, snoop tellin her partner he was going to have to cough up $800.00 for the nail gun. Classic.
I'm not sure that the separate classroom philosophy is working, other than giving the tv viewer some idea about the innerworkings of the corner kids mindset. Would it work in real life. I doubt it. But it is interesting that they took such a real approach with diagnosing the world as seen inside out by children of the streets.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Belly Dancing
You'll never guess what I did yesterday. I actually attended my first belly dancing class. Yes, and trust me, I have no intentions on showing my belly. But, I figured the class would be the perfect way to isolate my problem area, stretched out by 8lb10oz and 7lb3oz babies, in womb, together.
The class was wonderful. Not just becuase of the strengthening of muscles, but it made me feel womanly, lovely, helping usher my sexy back! And I am noticing that I must be entering a season of "womandom." From the Dominican shop to my bellydancing class, my environment is changing to incorporate all things beautiful and to submerge myself into the wonder of womanness. BTW- the instructor had a slightly loose belly, and was shaking it something proud. Alright now.....
So I am going to keep it up, and resume working out on the regular, like I did prekids. I am ready to be comfortable in the skin I am in, again. But wait, next week we get our gold waist belts. Now ya'll know, thats just going to be trouble for me. Let me get in shape AND have a gold belt to shake and shimmer, enhancing the waist down. Im going to be unstoppable, and my man is going to have a show on his hands!!!!
The class was wonderful. Not just becuase of the strengthening of muscles, but it made me feel womanly, lovely, helping usher my sexy back! And I am noticing that I must be entering a season of "womandom." From the Dominican shop to my bellydancing class, my environment is changing to incorporate all things beautiful and to submerge myself into the wonder of womanness. BTW- the instructor had a slightly loose belly, and was shaking it something proud. Alright now.....
So I am going to keep it up, and resume working out on the regular, like I did prekids. I am ready to be comfortable in the skin I am in, again. But wait, next week we get our gold waist belts. Now ya'll know, thats just going to be trouble for me. Let me get in shape AND have a gold belt to shake and shimmer, enhancing the waist down. Im going to be unstoppable, and my man is going to have a show on his hands!!!!
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Behind Schedule (of course)
I am behind schedule in a big way. I keep falling asleep at the computer!! normally I blog between midnight and 3am, but I am up by 7 to get my day started.... So my body is slowly shutting down.
Which got me to thinking, why am I doing so much at one time. I don't really know, except I have this urgent feeling that now is the time and I have to be prepared when that slit in opportunity opens wide enough for me to slide through. I am excited and prepared. I want to wallow in the writing, roll around in it, inhale and exhale it. Does that make sense?
Of course not, but its like discovering this tiny seed and watering it and feeding it. It has been slowly growin for years, then suddenly the root dug deep, offshoots have sprouted and I am just waiting, with bated breath, for the bloom that must be next! Open up, girlfriend, its time to bloom!! (Yes, I talk to myself. Most only children do. I forgive you for not understanding)
In other matters - I have found an illustrator for The Quest for the Armor Series. His name is The Red Salamander Zaruga and he is off the hook. Hi talent is so pure and energy so amazing. Awe inspiring. I gave him a little bit of the series and he could describe the character I imagined, in perfect detail. In touch with that third eye, deeply dug into his gift.....You are not going to believe what the two of us are going to come up with, it is going to blaze!!!
I have found the illustrator who is perfect for The Marks comic project and development. Ya'll, this Latino brotha's stuff is so raw, nasty, true, jagged, inspiring , fresh......check it out(Santiago). I have made two pleas for him to read my work and get back to me - but I havn't heard anything yet :(
Let's hope he's interested.
I will keep you posted.
Which got me to thinking, why am I doing so much at one time. I don't really know, except I have this urgent feeling that now is the time and I have to be prepared when that slit in opportunity opens wide enough for me to slide through. I am excited and prepared. I want to wallow in the writing, roll around in it, inhale and exhale it. Does that make sense?
Of course not, but its like discovering this tiny seed and watering it and feeding it. It has been slowly growin for years, then suddenly the root dug deep, offshoots have sprouted and I am just waiting, with bated breath, for the bloom that must be next! Open up, girlfriend, its time to bloom!! (Yes, I talk to myself. Most only children do. I forgive you for not understanding)
In other matters - I have found an illustrator for The Quest for the Armor Series. His name is The Red Salamander Zaruga and he is off the hook. Hi talent is so pure and energy so amazing. Awe inspiring. I gave him a little bit of the series and he could describe the character I imagined, in perfect detail. In touch with that third eye, deeply dug into his gift.....You are not going to believe what the two of us are going to come up with, it is going to blaze!!!
I have found the illustrator who is perfect for The Marks comic project and development. Ya'll, this Latino brotha's stuff is so raw, nasty, true, jagged, inspiring , fresh......check it out(Santiago). I have made two pleas for him to read my work and get back to me - but I havn't heard anything yet :(
Let's hope he's interested.
I will keep you posted.
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