At some point earlier this year, I made a commitment to myself that I would exercise four times a week.  I felt that was a reasonable lifestyle change that I could maintain.  I didn’t come to this conclusion on my own.  My friend wanted someone to hold her accountable for her weekly workouts.  I said that I was in need of the same thing and an alliance was formed. Every week, I would make my way to the gym.  Let me just tell you.  There were some ugly days.  If you want me to be honest, I had a couple of days that I drove to the gym after work. …

Babies are the sweetest thing.  They’re innocent.  They make the sweetest faces and sounds.  They take in the great big world with awe and wonder.  And though nothing makes me smile more than these cute little creatures, they also terrify me.  Well, not all babies.  Just the BRAND new ones.  I like my babies with more world experience.  Like at least 3 months old.  Then they’re not as intimidating. Considering my stance on new babies, my next statement may surprise you.  I used to hold babies at the hospital.  I wasn’t a weirdo that stalked the baby unit.  A friend posted on Facebook some years back that hospitals needed volunteers…

“Hey Google!  What is the meaning of justice?” Just behavior or treatment “a concern for justice, peace, and genuine respect for people.” Hmmmmm….genuine respect for people.  The black experience is unlike any other experience in America.  We are mistreated, disrespected, feared, and vilified.  And when we point out our reality, people say that we’re doing too much.  We’re speaking too loudly, or we only see the negative.  They get upset when we say that black lives matter.  Listen, we’re upset that we have to keep explaining unjust behavior to people that have eyes. Ya’ll, I started not to even say anything, because I get so fired up.  Do you know…

My eye always wanders to expensive items.  Not because of the label on them.  I just have an eye for quality.  For as long as I can remember, my mom has shown me pictures of objects and asked which I prefer.  Though the prices were not included, I tended to prefer the objects that were most expensive. I can’t explain why I like the things that I l like.  I just like them.  I’m going to say that I was born this way.  When I was a baby, I had a sensitive stomach.  Traditional formula was too much for my delicate insides, so I had to use a more expensive…