<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234971863605340595</id><updated>2024-09-27T20:31:50.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocha Minute</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is for and about women in all stages of life. Married, single, with children or without.  This is a place for us to laugh, inspire, grow and support  each other.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234971863605340595.post-8305232116636089005</id><published>2014-06-27T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-06-27T07:03:30.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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can attest to the strength, power and determination of&amp;nbsp;women of color. We are intelligent, visionaries with hearts of gold and a connection to a sense of purpose which exudes an unrelenting desire to thrive. We at our very best will champion the corporate arena, the little league football field and the intricacies of motherhood while maintaining our foundational connection to our&amp;nbsp;inner spirit of truth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you have any doubt about how awesome we are, please click on the link below and read the article about&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;Sister.&amp;nbsp; I am certain you will see the awesomeness&amp;nbsp;in her and thus believe it is also in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8305232116636089005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2014/06/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/8305232116636089005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/8305232116636089005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2014/06/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234971863605340595.post-8537877460671713046</id><published>2014-03-14T06:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2014-03-14T09:15:55.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do It with Intention</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Andalus&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;So…this morning I started my
normal ritual. Up at 4:30am, trying to open my right eye then thanking God for my
sight and that the only reason why my right eye was sealed shut is because of
the crust (lol), pleading with myself to get out of bed to do those “burpees” (or
up downs as they call them in football), “planks” for the abs, lunges for the
thighs that…well we won’t go there and push-ups (which I hate). After that I go
upstairs to wake up the baby (13 years old, 5’7” and gorgeous) but of course
she is already dressed in her school uniform, hair up in a cute bun with a
little bling pin in it. After the shower and primpin’ (if you can call cold
water facial wash (which I hate) and coco butter on the skin primpin) I’m
downstairs to feed the pooch, make a bowl of cereal and pack my lunch.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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warming the car and getting prepared for the trek to the city.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My daughter and I listen to Steve Harvey in
the morning and we always try to catch his morning inspiration which usually leads
into chats with the baby about lifes choices, always staying true to herself
and continuing to walk towards her dreams. Then we laugh at him, joke and dance
our way to her school. I drop her off and I’m on my way to my job still
listening to Steve Harvey and cracking up.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;
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I’m about to have to find a parking spot where there are few especially with
alternate side of the street parking rules in affect.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m driving around and around and then
JINKIES (I know it doesn’t fit I but I like to say it just because…yes I love
Velma from Scooby-doo) I found a spot. I must say that I am rarely incensed. I
can count on one hand all the times that I was beside myself with anger but
today was the day.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I pulled up in front
of the spot, started backing up and this woman with a little e-car pulled into &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;“MY” &lt;/b&gt;spot and parked her car.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The way she did it was with such grace I can
now give her kudos for being so smooth. She looked up and saw that I was
backing up and attempted to back her car as far as it could go to let me get in
front of her but I was backing into a spot that was behind a driveway and my
car could not fit. All of a sudden, I was &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;INCENSED&lt;/b&gt;.
I mean, I was heated. I have not said some of the words I said out loud in a
long time and I know she was able to read my lips because I think I made sure
of it but I was too &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;INCENSED&lt;/b&gt; to be
sure.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was like an out of body
experience. I let her have it (well kinda, if you call yelling and screaming in
my car letting her have it). I was so angry and I have not been to that place
in a looooonnng time. My head was about to explode as I continued to drive. I
began to slowly and consciously consider what I was doing. I have to say I had
to intentionally check myself and recognize (as my ATL buddy Ursula says) I was&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt; “out of order&lt;/b&gt;”. I have to call it
divine intervention because as I was about to furiously turn the 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;
corner, God tapped me on the shoulder and made me say out loud – “that just
means a better spot is going to open up for me closer to my job”. When I said
those words out loud I felt such a relief come over my spirit. I was no longer
driving myself. After two turns I passed my office and right in the next block
I heard “slow down and park”. When I realized what was going on I was parking
into a spot. Awesome!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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my behavior. I thought about my daughter and how I could have been that angry
in front of her and showed her a side of Mom that she never saw before. Now, I’m
not an angel (God knows) and I have let the lip fly in front of my children but
never like this. I thought about the woman and how she might have felt seeing
me seething at her and mouthing some not so nice things.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I thought about how awesome God is for
allowing it to happen, showing me myself (bad English but you know what I mean)
and rescuing me…..AGAIN!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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know you were waiting for this) whatever you do, do it with intention. Consider
the choices you make throughout your day and with intention focus on the good
in you and share that with others. Honor God and honor yourself. You deserve to
have peace time with yourself and focus on the energy you put out into
the universe. Be good and do good always with intention. You should never do or say
something without consulting Him (that’s the two seconds you have before the
words come flying out, yall know what I’m talking about). The awesome thing is
when you consult Him in those two seconds it changes everything for the good
then you can be confident that he will say job well done.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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story that I meant to share with you in December.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The experience warmed my heart and I hope it
will do the same for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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this…7:30 am dropping my little baby (she’s 13 years old, gorgeous caramel
colored joy, 5’7” ballet dancing, youngest child of mine) off to school.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was bitter cold outside and I walked to
the bus stop to continue my travel to work. I was not in a particularly good
mood because it was cold, I still had a journey before me and I was having my
own little pity party. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;As I walked
towards the bus stop I heard the cutest little voice (sort of like the cute
voice of Chowder the cartoon – Google it) saying “Good morning maam”, “have a
great day”, “Good morning sir”. The voice was so angelic and sweet I was immediately
touched by it.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As I approached the
covered bus stop area, I saw the cutest sweet cheeked brown muffin sitting on
the bench sending out salutations to everyone that walked past. I had an
immediate smile on my face…as cold as it was I just could not help but to
smile.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He said to me, “Good morning maam”
and I said “Good morning to you” and we both smiled at one another. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;He looked to be about 12 years old but his
disposition was that of an old soul. The aura surrounding him was very warm. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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began to look for the bus and he said out of nowhere “Maam would you happen to
have an extra bag that I can borrow? I just remembered that I’m going on a
class trip today and we are not allowed to bring plastic bags”. I thought to
myself what an odd request and why would anyone deny this sweet pea of carrying
whatever bag he could on their trip…shame on that school. I said I don’t think
so and my heart melted because I wanted to do nothing but help this sweet brown
muffin. I then told him I would look in my bag to see if I had something he
could use.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As I started to look I thought
of my Mom.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We call her the bag lady
(SMILE MOM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times Roman&amp;quot;; mso-no-proof: yes; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;). She would always carry a bag within a bag within a
bag and we always made fun of her but she was always prepared.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For a few seconds I panicked. I was telling
myself I know dag on well I don’t have a bag in here, I’m not the bag lady, I’m
her daughter why in the world would I have a bag for this angel.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Dang it…I’m not prepared!! God help me!! I
looked over at his little sweet face and started digging in my bag again. Tell
me why in the bottomless pit I call a pocket book was this little nylon pouch. As
I reached for it, I again thought of my Mom and smiled….(even over 1600 miles
away she is still awesomely helping her child… gotta love that woman!!). &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Side
note:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My mother gave my daughters and I these
little black and white paisley nylon pouches 5 years ago as stocking stuffers.
Inside the pouch was a nylon bag about the size of a grocery bag. She told us
always carry this in your pocket book you never know when you will need an
extra bag. Of course I said, I’m not the bag lady but…SMILE).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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excited perhaps a little too excited because I startled the little angel when I
said “LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!” I opened the pouch and gave him the bag.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;His little eyes twinkled and he said “Wow
that’s awesome, thank you so much”. He start putting his little sandwich and
snacks in the bag with a smile of peace on his face. Then I remembered that I
had the pouch and I told him “take this pouch and when you finish with the bag
you can fold it up and put it inside. Always keep it in your bookbag in case you need
it again.” His smile got brighter and he said “that’s so cool and it’s pretty
too”. Yes…come on now…I know that little tear is lingering on the side of your
face, its ok let it drop cause I sure did. My spirit was officially lifted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Just
when you think God is not paying attention, he sends you sweet little reminders
(even in brown muffin sizes) to remind you he loves you.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This little brownie brightened my day and
just when I thought God could not reveal his goodness to me anymore, I listened
to the conversation the little one was having on the bus with his buddies and
one of them said “hey man that’s a pretty bag”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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know…full on tears right now!!!!!!!! Go ahead I will wait a minute for you to
get a tissue (song from jeopardy goes here…..&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times Roman&amp;quot;; mso-no-proof: yes; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Angels
come in all shapes and sizes, big packages and little ones you just need to pay
attention. Lend a hand, a kind word or a bag to someone today…it will make someone
else feel awesome and you will too!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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you is easy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So...one would think&amp;nbsp;the best way to start
or prepare for a New Year would be to make resolutions. These goals or promises
that we make every year prepare us with optimism and help us&amp;nbsp;feel
encouraged and rejuvenated, right? They give us a goal to work towards, an
aspiration to target or possibly something to keep us focused. I&#39;ll tell you
what.....they bring on too much stress for me. I&#39;ve found that I have become so
focused on what I didn&#39;t do the past year that I can&#39;t think straight for the New
Year.&amp;nbsp; When I began to think about&amp;nbsp;preparing my a new list I was
disheartened&amp;nbsp;that I have a list from last year with only two items half
way crossed out, a few big stars next to the &quot;I really mean I&#39;m going to
do this&quot; items and a bucket list of changes that never came to fruition.
&amp;nbsp;So with that I vow from the rooftop of the tallest building in the
NYC..................NO MORE RESOLUTIONS!! Yup, I said it.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not trying
to let the stress of completing a list&amp;nbsp;depress me into this new year of
opportunity.&amp;nbsp; I have and will continue to change my mind set about my
current aspirations and will remain focused to pursuing the happy. Yes I said
it the happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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We run around feeling upset and depressed about
life&#39;s challenges not recognizing we have come as far as we are because of
triumphs. You can only change a situation, outcome or mindset if you choose
to.&amp;nbsp; We have a creator that is able to do what we cannot (Ephesians 3:20)
and as we give up control over the things we struggle with and release it
to&amp;nbsp;Him, He will do the&amp;nbsp;unimaginable (Galatians 2:20).&amp;nbsp;How
about&amp;nbsp;living knowing that&amp;nbsp;there
are&amp;nbsp;unimaginable&amp;nbsp;possibilities?&amp;nbsp; Why not make the choice to just
do.&amp;nbsp; Be confident in your choices this year not only for yourself but for
others as you reach out to lend a hand (cause you know you feel encouraged when
you lend a hand, right?). Tell someone there are unimaginable possibilities
that can unfold for them and encourage them to keep on keepin&#39; on (paying
homage to the 70’s always).&amp;nbsp; Small steps toward the possibilities bring
you closer to them but no step at all leaves you with regrets (and we&#39;ll have
none of that of that this year).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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This New Year brings fresh new&amp;nbsp;opportunities
so&amp;nbsp;think outside the box,&amp;nbsp;conquer&amp;nbsp;great mountains&amp;nbsp;and live
this year without RESOLUTIONS!!&lt;/div&gt;
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Lovin&#39; you is easy,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Andalus&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Intimate String&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Andalus&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;A few years ago I met with some
special women in my inner circle and discussed the possibility of starting a
not for profit organization for women. The concept of this organization was to
uplift, inspire and empower women socially, economically and politically (especially
women of color). In a previous post I mentioned a “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2013/07/obituary.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+WritingForTheSoul+%28Writing+for+the+Soul%29&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Andalus&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;wise
friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Andalus&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;”, she was present at that meeting.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When we began to discuss the topic of the
relationship between mothers and their children (in her infinite wisdom) she
stated “there is such an &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;intimate string&lt;/b&gt;
between mothers and their children”. We were intrigued. She went on to say that
after a child is born the connection much like the umbilical cord is not
severed. The bond between mother and child is so strong that at times mothers
don’t realize they cripple their children when they don’t require or allow them
to become or expand their own self-sufficiency.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Recently I reflected on this very point with regards to my own
children.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Of course being the mother of
four totally different individuals, I had to recognize how my role as mom
played into their growth, knowledge, understanding of self and value.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had to check to see whether or not I was
corrupting my “intimate string” by not being a ‘nagging Mom” (which is
something I am definitely not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Andalus; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Andalus; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Andalus&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;) &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;or enforcing my own dreams on them because it
had some connection to who I was in years gone by or even if I was lovin’ them
up too much (if that’s possible). I had to revisit my childhood and understand
what things at different stages of my life I was seeking and how I could ensure
that my own children had no lack in those particular areas. After my historic
trip down memory lane, I realized that I had to be a blabber mouth.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had to talk about things that were taboo
both to my sons and daughters. I had to impress upon them morals of kindness,
sensitivity and compassion.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had to
stress the importance of valuing who you are and being a blessing to people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Andalus&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;As mothers it is our role to
uplift, inspire and empower ourselves and the intimate string between us and
our children.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; God gives us the wisdom to know (the &quot;mother-wit&quot;) even though raising them does not come with an instruction manual. &lt;/span&gt;It’s a challenge to ensure
that we are making the right decisions but when we see that our children have
their own “Aha moments” about things we have shared we recognize that it was
all worth it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Andalus&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;High-five your children
today…let them know you recognize them in all their cute, sometimes obnoxious
and loving ways. Then give yourself a high five (It’s not silly, I do it all
the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Andalus; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Andalus; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Andalus&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;) to
recognize yourself for being an awesome Mom, auntie, grandma, cousin (Just
high-five yourself for being you!).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Andalus&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Sometimes we try to rationalize our
truth. What does that mean? If our own truth is not what everyone else feels it
should be, we manipulate it, redirect it and change it to ensure that it fits with
the criteria of others. We undermine everything that we know will reflect who
we really are and micro-manage ourselves into a comfortable little box in which
we pretend to be comfortable.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Who can we
blame when we place our own truth in the hands of others? Do we hope that we
can periodically step in and ask permission to make adjustments to it? Do we
try the subtle approach and ask nicely to have input on the presentation of our
own truth?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Decide today that fitting in a box and stifling
your truth is no longer something that you will participate in. Decide today
that you are a unique individual with your own mind, hopes, dreams and
expectations and although they may not align with the ideals of those around
you they are grounded in the acknowledgement of your own truth. Decide today
that if nothing else about you is known that you have a God-given purpose which
is to be as authentic and true as you can be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;You will shine brightly when you wear
your truth on your sleeve and share it with others. Preaching and Learning…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Lovin’ you is easy,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;J&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;
I have learned that in order to be authentic, one must be transparent. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Transparency is defined in Merriam Webster in
part as “easily seen through”. That I understand but what does it mean to be
authentic?&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Whose definition do we follow?
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Merriam-Webster says authentic is “not
false or imitation… real”. When we decide that being authentic is how we want
to live our lives and share who we are with others, what does that mean for us?
Do we lose who we really are because we are attempting to stage our lives so
that it can appear that everything is all good? Or do we grow because we make
the conscious decision to open up and be “real” so that others will be able to
emulate or learn that freedom comes from truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I
am not suggesting that we live our lives as we see on reality tv (because what
a mess that is) BUT……if the cameras followed you around what would be revealed?
Now I’m not saying that I would want that because I do like my private life but
I would want to live a life that IF the cameras were following me it would
uplift and inspire others to heal and change (I’m not there yet yall… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;). Whatever those issues are that keep you from
living a life of transparency you must heal from them. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Choose to fix what’s broken so that your life
can be a testimony to those around you like ummm perhaps your children and
others in your “circle of trust”. The ability to have the characteristic of
transparency is a tough and ultimately challenging decision but I am certain it
is well worth it.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We strive to have things
that validate who we are but it is who we are that validates us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Yup….here
comes the challenge…in your journal (because I know you keep one or you’re
going to run out and get one now, right?) Write down one thing that is broken.
It could be a relationship, negative thoughts you have about yourself, your
tone (you know you have THAT TONE) and how you are going to fix it. As you
begin to fix what’s broken, cross it off the list and then pat yourself on the
back. Revel in the fact that you are awesome and purpose driven. You are on a
mission not to save the world but yourself and in doing so you may be able to
help others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Now
get to it!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Lovin’
you is easy,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;J&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ok so....I wasn&#39;t going to comment on the Oprah
in Switzerland story but after talking with a younger colleague I had to write.&amp;nbsp;
We got&amp;nbsp;into a full blown discussion about it and she just missed the
point. Since I&amp;nbsp;now&amp;nbsp;know that&amp;nbsp;sometimes you have to pull up your
big girl panties and walk away, I decided to do just that.&amp;nbsp; Here is an excerpt of how the discussion went...we will
call her X...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
X:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hey there, what&#39;s going on?&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
Me:&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m well.&amp;nbsp;What&#39;s good?&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
X:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nothin&#39; much...did you hear the story about Oprah
Winfrey?&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
Me: &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, I did. (I have found that
you can learn a lot about people&amp;nbsp;if you just shut up and listen).&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
X:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Girl that was crazy wasn&#39;t it?&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
Me:&amp;nbsp;
.................................PAUSE..........................awkward
silence........breathing....3, 2, 1.&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
X:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I mean what is wrong with those people? How in the
world did they not know that was Oprah?&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
Me:&amp;nbsp; (me talking in my head AHA!!! I knew it was going to go there) I&#39;m
not sure. What do you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;think?
(Yes....I was still on PAUSE).&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
X:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Everyone knows Oprah...really what is wrong with them?
And even Oprah said she had on all of her &quot;Oprah regalia&quot; and they
should have known it was her.&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
Me:&amp;nbsp; So, you take issue with the fact that they didn&#39;t notice Oprah?&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
X:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes, I mean really.....OPRAH!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
Me:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I see.&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
X:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oprah has the money and she should be able to spend it
however she likes even if it’s on a $35,000 pocket book.&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
Me:&amp;nbsp; True&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
X:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I mean Oprah is Oprah....everyone knows her and they
should have given her the bag.&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
Me:&amp;nbsp; (I could hold out no longer)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So you&#39;re telling me the
real issue here is that the salesperson in the store did not notice Oprah and
you are ticked off?&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
X:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And your not?&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
Me:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ummm...no I’m not. Not about that.&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
X:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why not?&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
Me:&amp;nbsp; The issue is not that they didn&#39;t notice Oprah.&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
X:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;How do you figure that?&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
Me:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The issue is that they did not think that&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Black
Woman&lt;/strong&gt; could afford to buy from their store. It had nothing to do with
the fact that the &lt;strong&gt;Black Woman&lt;/strong&gt; was Oprah. &lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
I could go on for hours but I&#39;m going to end the
dialogue between me and X there.&amp;nbsp; I can tell you I could not bring her
around and decided to walk away.&amp;nbsp; Why are we so blind? Black woman are
still looked upon as second class citizens despite all that we do: &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;look up Patricia Bath, Mae Jemison, Minnie
Joycelyn Elders, Edith Irby Jones, Maya Angelou, Angela Davis.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We are intelligent, unique, loving, exceptional,
diverse, charismatic, and stinkin’ AWESOME!&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;We hold down the house, are the back bone to our men, run businesses,
shoot we even help to run the WHITE HOUSE. Read the archive blog: &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Who cares?&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
Hold your head up Black Woman…you matter despite
their perception. If only we could get this through to more of the new
generation of Black Woman.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;High five a Black
Woman today and tell them they are awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


Lovin’ you is easy,&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
J&lt;br /&gt;


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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
Ok so I was getting on the train yesterday
afternoon and saw the most interesting thing. There was a priest (of the
Caucasian persuasion) dressed in his clerical collar and his Cassock (tell me
why I remembered the name of the clothing from the show The Flying Nun…however
I did check online to confirm the spelling). He was sitting rather comfortably
on the A train enjoying the ride. &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Side note&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt; - Why is it that when we see a &quot;man of the cloth&quot; we
straighten up? We are like oh shoot he&#39;s gonna tell on me so I better act like
a child of God for the few minutes he is staring at me.&amp;nbsp; Lol &amp;nbsp;At least we
feel like he is staring right into our souls even if he barely notices us. It
was hilarious watching other people get on the train pushing others out of the
way and coming to a dead stop once they noticed him sitting on the train. &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Back to the blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - So anyway,
seeing him on the train was not the most interesting thing. He was sitting next
to a brown girl and.....wait for it....they were sharing....headphones. Yes she
had one side in her ear and he had the other one in his ear. They were bobbing
their heads to the same tune. Isn&#39;t New York magical? Where else would you see
something like that? I thought it was just awesome.&amp;nbsp;It&#39;s just a reminder of how God connects us. He
can use music to cross color lines, ethnicities, and politics. I mean music
transcends it all. I just thought seeing them was so awesome that I had to
smile. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
Ok so what&#39;s my point? I recently found some papers and felt compelled
after discovering them to share a poem with you. I have not shared my poem book
with anyone so you are truly getting a special treat...YOUR WELCOME!... &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wrote this poem back in the day, well
actually it was April 25, 1983. Yeah I know I was only 2 and just a sweet
little babe, but I was brilliant. &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Now wait this is a no
judgment blog so don’t start thinking “man she is a pack-rat”. So what if I
keep a few things. (&lt;em&gt;Interesting&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Side note - My daughter who is a lover of words like her Momma was born on April 25 but not in 1983). &lt;/em&gt;My love affair with music perfectly connects with what I saw
on the train. So here it goes…&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
He touched me again and I liked it&lt;/div&gt;
What do I do with this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;
Not sure who I can tell &lt;br /&gt;
What will they think of me&lt;br /&gt;
It’s my fault I let him in.&lt;br /&gt;
Every time he knocked I opened willingly…who can
I tell?&lt;br /&gt;
He creeps under the covers with me and we do that
dance…I’m elated.&lt;br /&gt;
I think of him all the time&lt;br /&gt;
I can’t get him out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;
Why won’t he just go away…it would be easier for
me&lt;br /&gt;
Then I won’t have to tell&lt;br /&gt;
He creeps&lt;br /&gt;
Through the chaos of the day or the silence of
the night and I am under his spell.&lt;br /&gt;
I can’t escape him&lt;br /&gt;
Oh no here he comes and I just………………….LET GO&lt;br /&gt;
Because&lt;br /&gt;
I have no choice but to give in&lt;br /&gt;
He got me&lt;br /&gt;
And I let him&lt;br /&gt;
Music has again touched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
Listen to some music and dance today!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
Lovin’ you is easy,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
J&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/755589616826575889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2013/08/connections.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/755589616826575889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/755589616826575889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2013/08/connections.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234971863605340595.post-8316547779785163523</id><published>2013-07-31T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-31T09:09:01.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obituary</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
I had a conversation with a wise&amp;nbsp;friend of
mine. I talk to her often and with her calming spirit she always leaves me with
a word or phrase to think about.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;At our
last think tank session she told me “write your obituary”. I was
like...wait...hold up...do you know something I don&#39;t? (And you know I said it
with attitude and a little bit of fear). &amp;nbsp;Are you about to take me out?
Did you peak into my future and find out some things and this is the best way
you see fit to tell me, friend? What you tryin&#39; to say? She looked&amp;nbsp;me
straight in the eye and said &quot;yes I know some things and you my dear are
not living in your purpose even though you wear it on your sleeve
everyday&quot;. I was taken aback for a minute and really did not know how to
respond. Then she said, &quot;write your obituary then live it&quot;. Again I
could not respond. I was now in my thoughts not really hearing what was going
on around me. I was picturing someone standing attempting to tell my story and
describing the person that I was not. I was slightly offended that they did not
have much to say and that it wasn&#39;t the story that I wanted told about me nor
was it the satisfying life I know I should have lived.&lt;/div&gt;
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We all have a mission, a purpose, a goal. Everyone
has something that their heart is telling them to do. Ask yourself, what is
that thing? Meditate and put some thought into you and do it.&amp;nbsp; If money
was no object what would you do today? If the bills were taken care of what magnificent
thing would you encounter and how would you let the world know how well you are
living?&lt;br /&gt;


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Live your obituary…. Don’t let someone else
define, describe or try to tell your story. Write it yourself and live it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Here’s the challenge…I know you were waiting for
this&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Write your obituary and comment
back on Mocha Minute. I’m interested to know how you wish to start living your
life today.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can’t wait to hear of your
exciting endeavors.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We are going to keep
this going and may even add a “look what I did” &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;section on the blog so you can post pictures
of you doing something amazing that is all about you. Now get to it!&lt;/div&gt;
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Lovin’ you is easy,&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8316547779785163523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2013/07/obituary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/8316547779785163523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/8316547779785163523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2013/07/obituary.html' title='Obituary'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234971863605340595.post-807640828689258187</id><published>2013-07-24T12:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-07-24T12:43:30.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;

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Hi there,&lt;/div&gt;
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Amazing...things from your past can have&amp;nbsp;a
positive affect on your present. Hmmm....I like the way that sounds. Maybe I
will start a phrase section on this blog called Dynamic thoughts of the
day!!&amp;nbsp; Keep a look out for that...ok?&lt;/div&gt;
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I digress....&lt;/div&gt;
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I have for many years had a grudge against my
brother. I know, I know but, I thought I had a legitimate excuse. For years
everything around me told me that my&amp;nbsp;brown skin,&amp;nbsp;kinky hair and a big
back side was unpretty but my&amp;nbsp;brothers&amp;nbsp;light skin&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;hazel
eyes was more than acceptable.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My parents always told me&amp;nbsp;that I
was beautiful so there will be no therapy sessions bashing my parents going on
here or anywhere for that matter.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They ensured that I was in
empowering circles&amp;nbsp;of girls both brown and not so brown&amp;nbsp;so that I
could get a good social&amp;nbsp;mixture and be a well rounded member of
society.&amp;nbsp;The problem was many of the girls that looked like me felt the
same way I did.&amp;nbsp;Brown and unpretty.&lt;br /&gt;


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So, I went on in&amp;nbsp;life not feeling very
pretty or comfortable in my own skin. From rockin&#39; my mini afro to wearing
braid extensions, I felt ugly and could not get past it for years.&amp;nbsp;(And by
the way, the cat calls on the sidewalk did not help my esteem either). I
thought when would I feel pretty? When would I feel like I did not have to be
in line with what society says about who&amp;nbsp;I am and how I should look? When
would I be comfortable to wear my braids if I&amp;nbsp;chose to or rock that all
natural look?&lt;/div&gt;
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Well I must say, learning to love yourself is
truly a journey.&amp;nbsp; I have developed a much needed love of me and it was not
an easy road.&amp;nbsp;But thank God, I&#39;ve been changed (I won&#39;t start singing or
maybe I will...stay tuned...) You wanna know what helped my transition?&amp;nbsp;
My girls. My daughters, the ladies of my life. I realized that I had to become
the woman I wanted them to see. I had to force myself to look inside and find
the girl I was, understand why she felt the way she did and embrace all that
made her special.&amp;nbsp;I had to love that girl&amp;nbsp;because if I didn&#39;t how
could I tell my girls to love themselves lookin&#39; all fabulous like their mama
(BIG CHEESY GRIN WOULD GO HERE! &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id=&quot;_x0000_t75&quot;
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Inner love,&amp;nbsp;outer strength (Another one of
those dynamic thoughts...I&#39;m on a role here...&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Embrace who you are.
Love that chocolate, mocha, caramel, almond skin, that beautiful thick hair,
those full lips, hips and thighs. Revel in it! And while your lovin&#39; on you
your showing another brownie... that fabulous comes in all shapes, sizes and
colors. Love on a brown girl today!&lt;/div&gt;
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Lovin&#39; you is easy,&lt;/div&gt;
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I know...its been a minute.....ya da, ya da, ya da!!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember being in elementary school and a
friend of mine had some fly platform shoes (ok....and what? you liked them back
in the day too!!) and I wanted to wear them so bad. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I told myself I would only ask her twice
because three times would be begging and a fly girl would never beg (grade
school logic I still use today). &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;She
told me that I could borrow them not knowing that her foot was at least a half
size smaller than mine. I took the shoes home, put those bad boys on and I just
knew that I was the flyest of the fly. I mean I was BOSS (as my dad use to say
in his Don Cornelius cool way). I set out my clothes for the next day&amp;nbsp;lovin&#39;
on my borrowed platforms and my burnt orange Willie Smith outfit (as you can
see I don’t mind dating myself...&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up overly excited about rollin’ in my
ensemble. I got dressed, checked myself in the mirror and started on my way.
The first block from my house I was chillin&#39;, in a little pain but nothing a
fly girl couldn&#39;t handle – shoot beauty is pain, right? By the fourth block I
felt like I was&amp;nbsp;in some medieval torture chamber with laryngitis so I
couldn’t scream for help. So you know the walk to school was brutal. When I got
there I didn’t even care about the compliments, all I can remember doing was
running to the back of the class where I had some slippers hidden that I
happily put on and in an instant gave my friend back her platforms with a smile.
I told her they didn’t work with my outfit (the color was a little off….yeah
right!).&lt;/div&gt;
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Why do we try to fit ourselves in boxes that we
don&#39;t belong and why do we fear stepping outside of the box to embrace who we
really are? I knew I could not fit those shoes but because everyone would think
they were fly I put them on without regard for myself. If I could encourage one
girl who like me had self-doubt allowing fear to encapsulate me and keep me in
a box, I would say walk in your true self and if that means you have to say no
to things that don&#39;t impress your spirit or uplift your soul then so be it. Let
the true you shine and how awesome a gift that would be to yourself. Oh,
yes...you do deserve to gift yourself. SMILE!&lt;/div&gt;
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I will leave you with this....hurting feet can
only take short walks but comfortable feet can take you farther than you could
ever imagine.&lt;/div&gt;
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Lovin&#39; you is easy, just do it!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;We try&amp;nbsp;not to make rash decisions by thinking them out,&amp;nbsp;making a plan and waiting for&amp;nbsp;just the right moment in time but&amp;nbsp;before&amp;nbsp;you blink your eye the clock has ticked and time is of the essence with&amp;nbsp;your answer.&amp;nbsp;And forget about patience...who came up with that word? It&#39;s a word that makes you quiver. Your outer self&amp;nbsp; may be saying I have to have patience and wait but you know your insides are saying THE HECK WITH THAT I CAN&#39;T WAIT ANY LONGER!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Choosing to move forward is not a bad thing.&amp;nbsp; Change brings out the best in us.&amp;nbsp; Growth allows us to change into the person we are purposed to be.&amp;nbsp;Give your self a pat on the back when you are able to step back, assess the situation and knowing that your moving forward is done with you in mind, you are making the right choice.&amp;nbsp; You deserve to be ok with your decision and it&#39;s ok if it does not turn out the way you had hoped. Lessons learned from our decisions help to shape&amp;nbsp;who we are.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Lovin&#39; you is easy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You know how sometimes you just say stuff? You don&#39;t think about it and the words just fall off your tongue only to realize later that you may have said something that has hurt someone’s feelings. &lt;br /&gt;
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My mother recently told me about a special moment she had in the car with my daughter. My daughters saying (when my mother is about to commit a barrage of road rage phrases to others...smile!!) is &quot;use your words grandma&quot;. In other words, she is telling her grandmother to choose what you say carefully in&amp;nbsp;this moment. I think that is so important coming from an 11 year old. &quot;Use your words&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;
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Your words are very powerful. They can move people. They can inspire people. They can uplift people and how you use them can change your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Bible says, &quot;Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body&quot;. (Proverbs 16:24 ESV) That is so awesome!! &lt;br /&gt;
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Today&#39;s challenge: How can you use your words to promote, uplift and encourage? How can you use your words to positively affect the life of someone else? And most importantly, how can you use your words to affect change in your own life?&lt;br /&gt;
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Think about it....then speak it!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1713931130191129633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2012/06/watch-what-you-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/1713931130191129633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/1713931130191129633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2012/06/watch-what-you-say.html' title='Watch What You Say'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234971863605340595.post-6761478620885081363</id><published>2012-06-15T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-15T08:35:21.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving, Supportive. Empowering. Friend. Just there!!&amp;nbsp; That&#39;s what sisterhood is to me. I almost forgot&amp;nbsp;how important it is to let your Sistas know you love them. How could I be so silly. I cherish&amp;nbsp;the feeling of knowing&amp;nbsp;that I&#39;m truly loved and cherished by my girls.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;message is to all&amp;nbsp;my Sistas.&amp;nbsp; MUAH!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you....busy schedules, hectic days, tears and smiles, I love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afros, curls, locs, braids, perms, weaves and wigs. You are da bomb, struttin&#39; in your heels or chillin&#39; in your kicks. I love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although sometimes weeks go by and we don&#39;t talk, please remember you are always in my thoughts. I love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I smile at the thought of you and giggle at our past, remembering&amp;nbsp;the days long ago when we shared double dutch dreams and growing up too fast.&amp;nbsp; (BIG CHEESY GRIN) I love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Sharing ideas, thoughts, hopes and&amp;nbsp;listening, listening, listening....my Sista, your dope...LOL!! I love you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Challenges, struggles, pain and anguish. The emotional rollercoaster that we call life sometimes get in the way, but my Sista my &quot;couch&quot; is&amp;nbsp;here for you to crash on any day.&amp;nbsp;I love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know that I&#39;m here, know that I care, know that I will give it to you straight from the hip. Cause your my Sista...and that is it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE YOU!!&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t let a day go by thinking otherwise..... MY SISTA&#39;S I LOVE YOU!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;J&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6761478620885081363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2012/06/sisterhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/6761478620885081363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/6761478620885081363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2012/06/sisterhood.html' title='Sisterhood'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234971863605340595.post-8717374098020040456</id><published>2012-06-14T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-14T08:34:16.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In It</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s been a while since I have posted a message. I used the many things going on in life as excuses for jotting down thoughts but no more.&amp;nbsp; I am here and I am jotting!! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Life......what in the world is it all about?&amp;nbsp; Husbands and children, jobs and schedules, is that all there is?&amp;nbsp; We all want to know what are we supposed to do and we can spend a lifetime asking others or seeking the answers outside of ourselves. That is the challenge and I think challenges are a good thing. Find out what it is beyond the love and security of family that makes you smile. Is it writing (or jotting) down your thoughts? Is it sharing a moment with a friend? Is it a warm bath? Is it interior design or renovating a home?&amp;nbsp; Find out what things in life make you happy and live in those things. Use those details and joys to bring out a better you.&amp;nbsp; It may take others some time to get use to you giving a part of yourself to something for yourself , but what kind of life do you have if your not enjoying it?&lt;br /&gt;
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Go out and live in your joy and I am certain the outcome will be a better you!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8717374098020040456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2012/06/back-in-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/8717374098020040456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/8717374098020040456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2012/06/back-in-it.html' title='Back In It'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234971863605340595.post-4844478859545280491</id><published>2011-03-08T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T14:42:52.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell.....?</title><content type='html'>Ok, first let me say, I&#39;m all for learning and our children should definitely be exposed to our history. Slavery is a part of our history.&amp;nbsp; Our babies should know the plight of those that came before them and why they are able to live as they do&amp;nbsp;today.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now,&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not one prone to swear unless someone pulls my cord....but what the @$%&amp;amp;***?????? A teacher from Chapelfield Elementary in Ohio decided to teach the children about slavery. Not by reading a book, showing a video or just discussing it in class. She decided to have a Mock Slave Auction in her class and humilitated one brown child in particular.&amp;nbsp; Please click on the link below, I am very anxious to hear your comments.&amp;nbsp; I have one and its simply this...THAT CHIICK NEEDS TO BE FIRED AND BROUGHT UP ON CHARGES!! You be the judge!!&lt;br /&gt;
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J</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/4844478859545280491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/4844478859545280491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/4844478859545280491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-hell.html' title='What the hell.....?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234971863605340595.post-1929730842652213788</id><published>2011-01-25T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:50:54.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being ok with it...</title><content type='html'>You know how you try to live your life in a way that outsiders would view it as DA BOMB!&amp;nbsp; You try to say the right things, always look immaculate, act right in front of people and make sure that their image of you is pristine.&amp;nbsp; Why do we do it?&amp;nbsp; I mean its tiring.&amp;nbsp; We all have faults and not one of us is perfect.&amp;nbsp;We should all take a stand this year to be&amp;nbsp;who we are and be ok with it!!&amp;nbsp; I have decided that I&#39;m going to be OK with my life, my choices (bad or good), decisions (made quickly or delayed), my hips and my hair. Yes, I did add hips and hair because Momma has grown some hips and Momma is&amp;nbsp;all natural with her hair.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was listening to Joyce Meyer and she said, &quot;how you set your mind determines what happens in your day, your relationships&quot; (and I added&amp;nbsp;your life). It&#39;s time we set our minds&amp;nbsp; to be ok with who we are and what we bring to the table.&amp;nbsp; I may not have a new car or live in a mansion but if someone needs a ride I can get them there and a place to stay I have a couch for them to rest on for a minute (emphasis on&amp;nbsp;a minute...lol).&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m ok with who I am.&amp;nbsp; It was a journey but I realize&amp;nbsp;that I am fearfully and wonderfully made without hesitation or mistake.&amp;nbsp; I have a purpose and as long as I believe, trust and have faith in God nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;
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Will you walk with me today and be ok with you?&amp;nbsp; You have the victory so go out and walk in it!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Lovin&#39; you is easy,&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a another aspect of family that we sometimes forget&amp;nbsp;and that is the bond between friends.&amp;nbsp; We develop the connections sometime as early as &lt;span class=&quot;goog-spellcheck-word&quot;&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k.&amp;nbsp; We meet and decide that &quot;hey you are going to be my friend&quot; and sometimes those friendships last forever. I met my first close childhood friend Laura in &lt;span class=&quot;goog-spellcheck-word&quot;&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k. It feels weird calling her a friend after over 30 years because she is my sister. She has become so much more to me that calling her a friend just does not suit our bond.&amp;nbsp;The same for Sheree (aka &lt;span class=&quot;goog-spellcheck-word&quot;&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; love) and the short list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some people&amp;nbsp;may think that women have it easy bonding.&amp;nbsp; Some say since we are&amp;nbsp;emotional creatures it is easier for us&amp;nbsp;to make friends then men which is ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; Men can get out on the basketball &lt;span class=&quot;goog-spellcheck-word&quot;&gt;cou&lt;/span&gt;rt,&amp;nbsp;hammer away at each other, walk away slapping fives&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;become best buddies right there.&amp;nbsp; Women&amp;nbsp;if they are not a part of a sport don&#39;t seem to&amp;nbsp;have that same camaraderie.&amp;nbsp; We have the hang ups about our bodies, our hair and our faith that keep us more than an arms reach from one another. &lt;br /&gt;
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I sincerely thought when I moved to Georgia I would have that issue but boy was I wrong.&amp;nbsp; I have met some of the most phenomenal women in my life in Georgia.&amp;nbsp; There are several but one&amp;nbsp;of which has proven to me that the bond of sisterhood is more than a title but a matter of the heart&amp;nbsp;and her name is&amp;nbsp;Ur&lt;span class=&quot;goog-spellcheck-word&quot;&gt;sula&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My sister is&amp;nbsp;one woman that has continuously empowered, encouraged and most importantly has kept me in her prayers throughout my trek to Georgia.&amp;nbsp; She is there whenever I call and I&#39;m not a good sleeper so you know I pester her in the middle of the night but&amp;nbsp;she will still give me a word that will keep me encouraged.&amp;nbsp; Her awesome gift for allowing the spirit to move her and carefully guide her words of wisdom is a gift and a treasure that we all need as part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our families are limitless and not confined by the titles the dictionary has given them.&amp;nbsp; People come into and out of our lives but family members never depart.&amp;nbsp; Be encouraged today by your extended family.&amp;nbsp; Those that impact your day, fulfill your life and most importantly empower your spirit.&amp;nbsp;Call them and tell them you love them.&amp;nbsp;I have a shortlist of those extended family members but none the less they chose me and I choose them.&lt;br /&gt;
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J</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5413271381080995121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-is-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/5413271381080995121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/5413271381080995121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-is-family.html' title='What is family?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234971863605340595.post-2270541712260443701</id><published>2010-03-30T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:51:23.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-expression</title><content type='html'>Today was a lazy morning.&amp;nbsp; The kids are on spring break so I did not have the normal hustle and bustle to get them up and off the school. So&amp;nbsp;I slowly got myself ready for work but I really took it easy. I had a nice cup of tea and watch Kimora.&amp;nbsp; She is hysterical.&amp;nbsp; This was a two part episode one with her moving and the other one of her giving birth to her new baby boy. She really puts on a show but what I find interesting about her is that although she is this former top model, now busines mogul she is not afraid of showing her&amp;nbsp;softer side.&amp;nbsp; She is a busy working Mom running her own business, and running it well but keeping the focus on the needs and desires of her family first and thats what I dig about her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Outside of my once in a while viewing of Kimora, I really don&#39;t watch very much tv and if&amp;nbsp;I am watching it&#39;s usually a home improvement show and it drives the family crazy.&amp;nbsp; The great thing about it though is it has&amp;nbsp;sparked the artistic bone with my girls.&amp;nbsp; They are very&amp;nbsp;unique and expressive.&amp;nbsp; They will at times sit down and watch a show with me and make suggestions about how they either like or dislike&amp;nbsp;the color scheme&amp;nbsp;or how they would have made the kitchen more grand.&amp;nbsp; Definitely ladies after my own heart.&amp;nbsp; Visionaries in the making.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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As parents I think&amp;nbsp;that&#39;s what its all about, providing and allowing different views from all aspects of life to filter into our childrens lives.&amp;nbsp; They should be able to see things and express their ideas freely and openly.&amp;nbsp; Our job is to provide the whiteboard and some direction but to then allow them to express the vision of their minds eye as uniquely and as captivating as they can be.&amp;nbsp; My oldest daughter&amp;nbsp;is a writer and the youngest a dancer.&amp;nbsp; Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;
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Lovin&#39; you is easy,&lt;br /&gt;
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J</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/2270541712260443701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2010/03/self-expression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/2270541712260443701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/2270541712260443701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2010/03/self-expression.html' title='Self-expression'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234971863605340595.post-8495209717614724961</id><published>2010-02-26T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T08:43:00.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Just sitting here thinking about my plans for the weekend.&amp;nbsp; It never seems like there are enough hours in the day to get things done.&amp;nbsp; With a husband and 4 children (3 of which live at home)&amp;nbsp;the day goes by faster than I can blink my eye.&amp;nbsp; I sometime sit at the end of the day, (well the end of the normal day should be about 9pm but mind strings along to well after midnight) and wonder what I got accomplished today?&amp;nbsp; Did I complete all or some of the tasks on my to do list? Did I spend some quality time with my maker?&amp;nbsp;Did I make someone smile?&amp;nbsp;Did I laugh?&amp;nbsp; I added those last two things because they are a must for me everyday.&amp;nbsp; I have to make someone smile and I MUST laugh at least once.&amp;nbsp; That is the only way I keep my balance then if I didn&#39;t complete everything on the list at least I know someone was happy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8495209717614724961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2010/02/smiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/8495209717614724961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/8495209717614724961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2010/02/smiles.html' title='Smiles'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234971863605340595.post-1184151514468923265</id><published>2010-01-29T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T08:15:47.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day late and a dollar short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all know that phrase. But do we realize how true it is? We do things and don&#39;t even take notice that we were setting a bad example to the little ones that watch out every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby (9) had to be in school this morning early because she was auditioning for a little event they will be having at school. She is my early bird. She gets up and gently kisses me on the cheek at 6:30 am every Saturday morning. With crust in my eyes I smile and try to ask without assaulting her with morning breath, did you eat breakfast? and she gently says, &quot;no, I&#39;m waiting for you&quot; (too sweet). So anyway, she told me yesterday about her event this morning and I told her remind me in the morning so we are not late. It wasn&#39;t until we were in the car on the way to school that I realized, we were just on time. I looked into her big beautiful eyes and understood why she had that little sad face on and I vowed, from that minute I will take heed to the message, a day late and a dollar short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself and that sweet little one that I am now challenged with respecting not only my time but the time of others. I will make a difference with my dollar by supporting someone in need instead of buying that snicker bar that I seem to crave about 2&#39;oclock in the afternoon (pray for me on that one). I will stick to my dreams and plans because of their importance to me and I will not let the naysayers influence my purpose driven path. These are yet the small things that I have vowed for my life this year. I have made affirmations to change the things about me that I don&#39;t like and to let the things about me I love shine. Being late, overcommitting and frivilous with my spending are my issues, what are yours? No resolutions this year only affirmations that will change my life and influence the lives of those I surround myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to a commitment of change. Make a commitment this year to value yourself and others. Be true to you and being true to others will come naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin&#39; you is easy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:lucida grande;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1184151514468923265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-late-and-dollar-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/1184151514468923265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/1184151514468923265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-late-and-dollar-short.html' title='Day late and a dollar short'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234971863605340595.post-5692558644027136251</id><published>2009-12-28T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:35:52.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is over!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey everybody...Christmas 2009 is over! How many of you are overjoyed? I know I am. Put your hands up and give a big Ho, Ho, Ho!!!! Now don&#39;t get me wrong, I love the Christmas season. I love hearing sermons about Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, sharing gifts with loved ones and watching the children scramble with bated breath to see if they got what they asked for. This year I have to give shout out to Half.com (for the dvd collection) and Game Stop (for the DS collection). My two Divas wrote their short lists early and were able to receive just about everything on it. But I&#39;m glad it&#39;s over. With it comes too much stress. What to get the mother who has everything or the son who wants nothing (gotta love &#39;em - go Les). It was a hard task as it is every year but I must bid it adieu! Au Revoir, Christmas 09&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vow this year to start and finish my Christmas shopping before the end of June. I mean it. I&#39;m not going to wait until the last minute to buy my gifts and I will be done long before anyone I know. Come on now.....you know although Sistas get the job done, we are known for taking our time with just about everything. But not me, not this year. A new year a new me. Pray for me yall!! SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas and I will post again to wish you a special New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovin&#39; You is easy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5692558644027136251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/5692558644027136251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/5692558644027136251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-over.html' title='Christmas is over!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234971863605340595.post-8902707386094918552</id><published>2009-12-15T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:00:15.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who cares?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;Tiger Woods...need I say more...we have been inundated with the story about his transgressions and I hope your with me when I say, WHO CARES? Who cares if he had alleged affairs with white women instead of black women? Would the offense be any less painful and would the press about it be the same? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;The point is he had these alleged affairs and the women happened to be white. Black woman don&#39;t carry the torch nor do we care that black men with money consistently choose to marry white woman. I believe we have grown to love ourselves enough to know he is missing out on a confident (Oprah Winfrey), intelligent (Michelle Obama), dynamic (&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Alfre&lt;/span&gt; Woodard), funny (&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Mo&#39;Nique&lt;/span&gt;), a mentor (Valerie Jarrett), determined (Tina Turner), proud (Maya &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Angelou&lt;/span&gt;), grace (Diahnn &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Carroll&lt;/span&gt;), beautiful (Gabriel Union), and fierce (&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;). Gone are the days when we cut our eyes at black men when they have a white woman on their arm. Frankly its their choice and who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Lovin&lt;/span&gt;&#39; you is easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8902707386094918552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-cares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/8902707386094918552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6234971863605340595/posts/default/8902707386094918552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaminute.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-cares.html' title='Who cares?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6234971863605340595.post-2880603517911996641</id><published>2009-10-08T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:59:17.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rediscovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I recently spoke with a friend who had much like everyone been hit by financial challenges.&amp;nbsp; She was&amp;nbsp;amazingly calm and collective about her situation and she remained prayerful for change. The thing I admire most about her is that she never loses faith.&amp;nbsp; She said I&#39;m just going to keep on living right and I know things will change.&amp;nbsp; Sure enough she went back to her dream of her own consulting firm and she got a client who is offering her an opportunity she can&#39;t pass up.&amp;nbsp; Wouldn&#39;t it be great if we all lived in the now?&amp;nbsp; We can&#39;t change the mistakes we made but we can learn from them and continue to grow.&amp;nbsp; Understanding that there will be challenges in our lives but reconizing that they are not much more than a bump in the road to our rediscovery of self.&amp;nbsp; I challenge you to move&amp;nbsp;forward and don&#39;t look back.&amp;nbsp; Live right and watch&amp;nbsp;the world around you change.&amp;nbsp; Make the commit to yourself whether it be to go back to school, change careers or become an entrepreneur and live in that decision.&amp;nbsp; You will be glad you did!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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