My Halloween Journey

I had almost forgotten that today was Halloween until last night. My friend's daughter was so excited about her costume. She was sharing details of every part of it. As I listened intensely I started thinking about my own Halloween memories. Like the time I dressed up as Queen Nefertiti. My face was completely plastered in gold glitter and I wore a long, black cape with a turban on top of my head and black tights. I was determined to win the prize for best costume that year and I did! Later that day my friends and I made plans to go trick or treating together. I was certain that we were going to hit the candy jackpot because we were doing it in one of the richest neighborhoods in New Jersey. This place was like a trick or treaters heaven and we were about to enter its gates. It didn't matter how cold it was that night because we were far too deep in the early stages of our sugar high rush. There were 4 of us. April, was Bambi, Kyle, who I had a major crush on was a vampire, Michael, another best friend was a vampire also (I guess there was a sale on costumes from Woolworths) and last but not least was my friend Vera. Once we arrived, each of the members of our pact began to scatter with the exception of me and Kyle. All I could think about was the cold and how cute he was. I'm almost certain he felt the same because the next thing I knew our lips were connected. We must have done this for at least five minutes because I counted. It was awkward, but worth it! My tongue licking his teeth, his teeth licking and sucking bob wire because I had braces, yet, none of that seemed to matter. I was finally kissing him! I even saw fireworks like the ones Marcia Brady saw from the "Brady Bunch" show. To this day, Halloween has never been about ghosts or goblins for me but a memory that I hold dear to my heart.

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When Life and Death Divides

If ever there was a time to be pissed beyond words. Today is that day. When I got on my computer this morning I was devastated by what I read. Jeniffer Hudson, a costar of the recently released movie"The Secret Life of Bees," Academy Award winner and former contestant on American Idol had had just lost her mother and 27-year-old brother. Both were found shot to death in their Chicago home last Friday and her 7-year-old nephew was missing up until a few moments ago. They just announced that he was found in an SUV. I can't imagine the type of pain that she's feeling right now. No one, whether celebrity or not deserves this. Yet, in the wake of such a horrific tragedy the remnants of racism are louder than ever. When Barack Obama and his wife Michelle heard about this they sent their deepest sympathies to her and her family. How anyone in their right mind could ever question this as being some sort of a publicity stunt is beyond me. Wake up America Mr Obama is ahead in the polls not because he has to use publicity stunts like this but because the American people are sick and tired of business as usual. For those of us who follow any news, Jennifer sang at the Democratic National Convention therefore it would be safe to say that Barack would be concerned about her. I couldn't believe my eyes when I read some of the comments people wrote criticizing him for wanting to reach out and be supportive. It didn't just stop there, these same ignorant men and women had the nerve to say that black people were animals and that this was a "democratic crime." They also asked why Obama wasn't organizing the streets of Chicago to end black on black crime. Insults! Shame! What a disgrace! This is 2008 people and it's time to start offering prayer and sympathy to others rather than let race divide us. Perhaps in dew season we'll finally be able to see beyond color, race or gender and support each other by speaking kind words. Just a thought.....

Child Burn

No one ever told me that raising kids would be easy. In fact, most of the stories I've heard from all of my best friends have been the same. Rule # 1- Having kids requires a great deal of patience. Sort of like the patience you need when you're standing in line at the Dept. of Motor Vehicles or sitting on the highway during rush hour traffic. All of which, could be said to be slit your wrist moments. Okay maybe not that severe but we've all been there. Anyhow, I'm a single person whose been in more weddings than I care to disclose. In fact, I've been an honorary member of "the bridesmaids gold club" for years. I also have no children. Yet, by all accounts I am an auntie for children all over the world and I wear this badge with pleasure. Therefore, every now and then I get this overwhelming desire to see life on the other side. Last night, was one of those times and I took this task on with open arms. I would leave work, make a mad dash to Fed Ex to drop a few packages off then drive home to change. I had made a date with one of my best friend's daughters then decided at the last minute to invite a playmate for her too. We were headed to see a play at a local church. Everything was going so well that I could even hear the sounds of baby cries and rattles echoing in the background. Hmph, this baby thing might not be so bad after all. I have no idea why my friends make such a big deal out of this. They obviously haven't gotten this patience thing down pat yet. I guess I'm gonna have to give them some advice after the play. Whisper..whisper....giggle..giggle...(loud laughs and chatter are now filling the air). It's okay...their teenagers, I tell myself. But as the night continued the conversations grew and I could feel the mist of patience slowly beginning to fade. Are they trying to test me? Can they smell the scent of rookieness? For the first time in my life I was starting to feel the pain of "child burn" and there was no remedy for it. These kids were in my possession for the rest of the night. I was their guardian and responsible for their every move. Moves that were tested when an altar call came and both of them leaped at the chance to give their lives to God. I watched from a distance as they bowed their heads to pray and then followed other audience members into a holding room to receive further instruction. Surely, they'll be okay I thought to myself. This is the house of God. He knows all our needs. As I reached the bottom of the stairs to proceed toward the exit doors I noticed that my two step daughters had suddenly disappeared. How can this be possible? It's only been 5 minutes. Now I was beginning to feel the pain of "child burn" again only this time it was moving toward my chest. My hands became sweaty and I could see the silver handcuffs in the hands of the officers who were coming to get me. After searching frantically through the lower area and patio outside I was certain that I had lost them. Hopeless, I retraced the steps we made when we first arrived and to my surprise there they stood, totally undisturbed by the darkness and strangers that lurked around them. That night I learned a very valuable lesson. Keep your cell phone on at all times, wear comfortable walking shoes, keep a cool head and always expect the unexpected. In dew season, I'll be ready to commit to all these things but until then I'll limit my invitations.

To Whom Much Is Given

As much as I hate to admit it. I kind of enjoy reality TV. Well, maybe not for all the obvious reasons like cat fighting or the intervention programs for celebrities trying to lose weight or stop using drugs or even the horrific "Real Housewives of Atlanta" but rather those that celebrate a hero attitude. Take for example, the new reality show called the "Chef Jeff Project" which aired on the Food Network Sunday evening. Jeff Henderson, or Chef Jeff as he likes to be called went from a man serving a 10-year prison term for a cocaine operation, to an Executive chef for Cafe Bellagio in Las Vegas to a best selling author. While incarcerated, he developed an appreciation for cooking and a desire to turn his life around. How many of us have experienced times like that in our lives. Finding ourselves in some of the darkest seasons and places we never expected to be in only to have our situation miraculously turned around. Yet, in Jeff's case his miracles went a step further when he was offered his own show. Talk about grace! But it gets even better. Jeff also realized that "to whom much is given, much is expected." He didn't allow himself to be caught up in the success of his new found life. He decided to use his show as a platform to reach kids in the inner city by giving them an opportunity to gain wisdom, discipline, courage, cooking skills and something that they may have never gotten in their lives before, someone who believed in them. Suffice it to say, that for these young men and women their dew season has finally arrived.

Mandisa

When I thought about starting a blog I had no idea what I wanted to name it. I kept toying with different words but none of them really reflected me. They either sounded really clique or had nothing to do with who I was as a woman. All day long I struggled with it until it finally hit me. This morning I woke up and found myself watching a young woman who was a former contestant on the show American Idol. She talked about her successes and failures after she was voted off the show. The thing that struck me the most was her ability to admit that she was flawed. Here was a woman who had been on one of the most popular shows on television who now had to deal with the pressures of fame. Like an addict she chose to self medicate herself with the vice that she knew best, food. Eventually this young woman woke up and found that God's love for her was all that she needed and more. But then it hit me. My lack of money, my lack of love, my lack of whatever it was that I desired most really didn't matter. Here sat a woman before me that had all of her needs met but still didn't have happiness. I realized then that no amount of money could buy it. Inner peace and inner strength sprinkled with God's love is what could. Mandisa was, even back then, what she is now a complete woman, no matter what size or shape. In dew season I pray that each of us finds this....