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There, I said it, but I probably don’t mean what you think I mean. I never want to see another talk show cover the “single woman epidemic”… EVER! During the “Black women ain’t got no man” public lamentation tour earlier this spring, I refrained from writing a blog on the so-called man shortage, or on my alleged inability [...] I never thought I’d want to get married until I lost my mother. Be patient, readers, because I’m taking the long way around on this one. My Mom was Better Than Your Mom As the saying goes, you don’t know what you’ve got ’til its gone, but I definitely knew what I had with my mother. Her name [...] If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you know of the Adventures of Friend Boy. If you’ve never read this blog before, let me sum it up for you so you don’t get confused. There’s a guy that I like and, as though I’m in seventh grade instead of a 38-year-old woman who should know [...] While riding the subway one day, a woman got into the car carrying a 176-count box of Pampers. According to the carton, it was their largest “everday” size. Apparently there exists another, larger “special occasion” box for some sad mother to lug through a retail outlet, then wedge into a car or maneuver onto a public [...] I feel a little homeless during the holidays, fighting competing urges to be super-festive and to seclude myself at an ashram in India until the Rockefeller Center tree has been taken down. You’ll note that there’s no happy medium between these options. Such is my life. [...] The Winter holiday season is upon us, the end of yet another year of….whatever it was you did this year. You’re probably headlong into Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or Ramadan shopping with last Thursday’s poultry but a distant memory. But I’m prone to reflection and I’d like to shed a little light on the meaning of Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving [...] Oh, there’s no place like home for the holidays, or so the song says. But where is home, exactly? I live with my Aunt E, in what I consider her home. She’s lived in this apartment for about 20 years, in this town for over 40 years, and raised 2 children here. Her church is here, as [...] Even at my age, if someone wanted to gather together a group of my peers and engage us in some age-appropriate activities I’d be on it like a Westside whore on a New Jersey businessman. [...] Norwegian Sky: Its no Love Boat Any child of the 1970s who has been aboard a cruise will likely have the same reaction. Why isn’t this ship like the one from The Love Boat? And why couldn’t you just skip the Pacific Princess and drive to Puerta Vallarta from LA? That last part is probably [...] |
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