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If It’s Magic

Photo Courtesy of L.A. Screenwriter

Photo Courtesy of L.A. Screenwriter

“If It’s Magic”

If it’s magic…
Then why can’t it be everlasting
Like the sun that always shines
Like the poets in this rhyme
Like the galaxies in timeIf it’s pleasing…
Then why can’t it be never leaving
Like the day that never fails
Like on seashores there are shells
Like the time that always tells

It holds the key to every heart
Throughout the universe
It fills you up without a bite
And quenches every thirst

If it’s special
Then with it why aren’t we as careful
As making sure we dress in style
Posing pictures with a smile
Keeping danger from a child

It holds the key to every heart
Throughout the universe
It fills you up without a bite
And quenches every thirst

If it’s magic…
Why can’t we make it everlasting
Like the lifetime of the sun
It will leave no heart undone
For there’s enough for everyone

Stevie Wonder

Sometimes, It’s Just This


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Reach out to someone this week and just listen to them…you never know what they may be going through.  Sending you all love and peace,




Hold On



Hold on for the ride.

Hold on for the ride.


Eminem the philosopher.  I think he got it right. Life is really unpredictable, isn’t it?  That may qualify as an understatement, at least for me. Growing up I took so much for granted and I did not give much attention to the “how’s,” “what’s” and “why’s” of life. I see this in my grown children and it really drives me crazy.  I often have to remind myself that they are no different than I was, so don’t judge too harshly.  However, that’s the thing – I want them to be better than I was.  I want their pathways to be smoother and their tough pills to swallow, a little more palatable than mine were.  I’m a mom, that’s what I do.

I give advice and sometimes they take it and sometimes (usually) they don’t.  They have to make their own decisions and live with the results – good or bad.  Now, looking back, I can appreciate that, but then, not so much.  I see them struggling.  They prefer the security of home, but are itching to be on their own.  They are hesitant and yes, a bit scared.  I totally get it because I was once in their shoes. Headstrong, adventurous, curious and hopelessly optimistic…that was me then.  I’m still headstrong and curious, but a bit less adventurous and optimistic.  I think the word that I would now choose instead is “realistic”.  I’ve learned a lot from my past and I wouldn’t trade my life for anything even with the bumps and bruises.

Recently I’ve seen this meme on Facebook:

Photo Credit: Pinterest

Photo Credit: Pinterest


Hold on.  Those would be the two words that I would have written in that note to myself.  They are also the two words that I tell to my older children.

When the world is your playground and your opportunities are plentiful, hold on;

When the lights seem to dim and your options are few, hold on;

When you can’t sleep at night because the butterflies of young love flutter in your heart, hold on;

When you can’t sleep because you are heart-broken and alone, hold on;

When the blessings are bountiful be grateful and hold on;

When your blessings are few and you are sure that God has forgotten you, hold on;

When you want to high-five yourself because you scored a great deal on a used car, hold on;

When you realize that there’s not enough money to go around and maybe you should have stuck with public transportation instead of buying that used car, hold on;

When you find “The One”  – that perfect person that you want to spend your life with, hold on;

When the inevitable ups and downs of marriage cause you to question your sanity, hold on;

When your first child is born – the most perfect baby in the world –  and you are consumed with a love that is greater than anything that you have ever known, hold on;

When only two years later that perfect baby is a not so perfect child that tearfully screams “I HATE YOU!”, hold on

When you finally save enough money to purchase a new house, hold on;

When your new house becomes an old, drafty, worn down money pit, hold on; and

When life takes you on this wonderful, heart stopping, amazing and even sometimes terrifying ride, hold on.

Admittedly, not every moment of this life, my life, has been good.  In fact, some of it has been downright horrible.  I think most of us can agree with that to some degree.  There have been moments when I’ve been tempted to let go, throw in the towel and be done with it all.  Those were my lowest points and thankfully it wasn’t the norm.  However, I had no idea those days would come and if given the chance, I would alert my younger self to that fact. I would tell her that there are going to be a lot more sweet spots than dark days and sometimes you are going to have to look for them.  Just. Hold. On.


*This post was written in response to a blog prompt “If you could write a note to your younger self…” given by Cynthia at Centering Down.  If you would like to read other posts by my fellow bloggers, please click here.






Love by Toni Morrison

Love by Toni Morrison

I think that I should tell you that I probably will never be able to NOT include a book by Toni Morrison in the Black History Month Book Parade.  Ms. Morrison is a masterful storyteller – really, an artist with words.  She is one of, if not my most favorite author and here she is again with this year’s selection, Love.

Love tells the story of the life and loves of Bill Cosey, the wealthy owner of the famous Cosey’s Hotel and Resort, “the best and best-known vacation spot for coloured folk on the East Coast”.  Founded during the depression, Cosey’s was a successful business, but after integration it fell by the wayside as more and more Blacks opted for other options such as Hilton’s, Hyatt’s and cruises for their vacation plans. Cosey, a driven and complicated man, is the center of the lives of five women as father, husband, lover, guardian and friend.  The novel explores the relationships not only between the women and Cosey, but also the resulting relationships between the women themselves, in some cases, almost forty years after his death. It delves into the reasons why we love, who we love and when love turns to hate.  Morrison’s narrative weaves story lines that span time and intricately intertwine characters throughout the novel.  This book is intended for high school to adult audiences.

Finding My Christmas Spirit


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I’ve been having a hard time with the holidays this year.  Thanksgiving was nice but, very low-key. All of the food was there, but not nearly the same amount of enthusiasm on my part.  Now it’s on to Christmas and I’ve been feeling pretty much the same way in anticipation.  There are a couple of snowmen lying about, but no tree, no twinkling lights and no, no presents.  Don’t worry, I’ll get there, hopefully before Christmas Eve.  I guess the best way to describe how I’ve been feeling is like I’m disconnected from Christmas.  Like I’ve lost my focus. There is no joy in the anticipation of the next stress filled weeks trying to get packages sent, cookies made and hoping that I have picked out the perfect gift. I am not looking forward to hunting down that elusive “Beauty House” that Thing 2 wants. Does anyone out there even know what that is? Please, help me.

I don’t blog much about religion, yet I think that I have made no secret that I’m a Christian.  For those of you that aren’t, I can respect that, but I’m going to ask you to indulge me for a few moments.  I need to tell you about a conversation that I had with my two young daughters that had a profound impact on my bad case of Christmas Blues. And, it’s not just about the celebration of Christ’s birth, but also about how we, Christians, need to respond to others.

After school, Thing 1 told me about a friend of hers who believes in God, but not Jesus.  “Mom, he said that there is a God, but not Jesus.  Is that true?”

“No, that’s not true,” I responded.

“Then why would he say that?”

“Because some people have different beliefs and different religions.”


Why? Usually, I don’t like that question because it’s never-ending. However, this time I welcomed a deeper conversation because it gave me a chance to not only educate my children, but to sow seeds of love.  Notice I didn’t say to sow seeds of “tolerance”?  I don’t care for that whole “tolerance” campaign, but that’s another blog post for another time. Anyway, it was about that time when Thing 2 piped up and said that she has a friend whose mommy doesn’t love God.  “Yes,” I said “There are people who don’t believe in anything.  Not God and not Jesus. How do you feel about that?”

They thought for a moment then Thing 1 said “Sad. Like they’re missing something”

“Well, they may feel the same way about you. How did you respond to your friend?”

“Oh, I told him to read his Bible and it would tell him all about Jesus, but he didn’t even know what a Bible was. So, I told him that I’d bring mine tomorrow and read to him about Jesus.”

“Was he cool with that?”

“Yes.  Then we went and played on the monkey bars.”

They played together.  I’m fairly sure that if that had been an equivalent conversation between adults of different religions, it would not have ended with them playing together on the monkey bars.  I love the fact that she is confident enough in what she believes that she didn’t feel threatened or get defensive and she wanted to share it with someone else.

Just before bed I asked my girls if they thought it was okay to be friends with people of different religions and even people who don’t believe in God at all.  Thing 2 looked at me like I had three heads and said “Of course it is!  God is about love!  He loves everybody! So how can you love God and not play with everybody?!”  It’s amazing to me how children can see things so clearly that adults get screwed up all of the time.  No need for separation and isolation.  No denouncing or demonizing.  Just go forth respectfully and show some love.  I think I’m ready for Christmas now.