There’s no right or wrong way to live. No one knows for sure which way is crooked. Until it is that you’ve found faith or dove into a clingy space of motherhood that the owner of that blood flow unbinds the will of man and taint the waters of humanity. To be or to not to be a woman?

Deciding between a wide-tooth comb and whether or not Vaseline has overpowered my use of cocoa butter is quite the investigation. If only I were to say a fairer skinned person had nothing to do with the blackest of cultures, then I might want to pinch myself because even in that the doves would cry. And on that note, we find ourselves learning to do more integrating of multiple worlds where there are no grey areas.

Since we were raised to value the black dollar, now it is so that the dollar has no weight, no mold, no color.

As I stood on my porch listening to the sounds below me, I suddenly had the thought about where those sirens were heading. I live just a few blocks from where I run a small retail store on a busy shopping strip in downtown, and sadly, there are many on that street and surrounding areas who are without home, without any sort of support, and in some cases, without their sanity.

There are too many suffering right now in this world, just one person suffering is too many, however, to ignore it is to add to it and personally, as down as I am about the holidays, I realize that I cannot be selfish, self-involved, or rude at any time of the year. The Holidays, despite how we are spending them this year or any year, we must be diligent when it comes to those who suffer, who struggle, and who beg.