The one and only...Toni Morrison. It's well established that few understood or was in her artistic realm of the power of prose. I remember when I first read Beloved it actually took 4 attempts before I was in, but once I was in...I was alllll the way in. Her stories transported you in time and there was a starkness yet at the same poetry to the pain that vibrated off those pages. The Bluest Eye was a beautiful way to share the ugliest of realities that continue to be a part of the black American experience. She spoke of the frailties of love, religion, friendships, anger and the ego. Beloved opened my eyes to slavery in a way that was so simple yet horrifying. The choice that mother makes is not without love and strips the fantasies that permeate some of the stories of slavery. A kinder slave owner was still a slave owner. It brought humanity to the people by just declaring, of course that kind of insidious terror would drive anyone insane.  There is a gift and a curse to having a G*d given talent, to be able to touch people with your words and at the same time humble them with the intricacies of your construct. Toni Morrison was a goddess of the most everyday black girl. She loved pretty things, parties, gifts and being a mother.  Yet at the same time she had a talent that allowed her to travel the world where  her ideas encouraged a generation of minds that cut across language and race. She was all of these things and when you are given such complexity in one being it can be intimidating and at times probably a little isolating. One of my favorite images of her was when a friend shared she came out of her limo, with a baked ham in foil to Toni Cade Bambara's wake. She was AKA, she was groomed in blk excellence and as an editor at DoubleDay she supported the words of black excellence. She used her power and talent to nurture the voices of other black women and used her word to tell the stories of black people with honor, grace and empathy. She grounded herself in the lives of negrodian people and made it a masterpiece of storytelling. As Ntozoke Shange wrote in colored girls "..she loved us fiercely.." and we loved you right back my Sista. Before she was finally awarded her Nobel Prize, 48 black writers…again writers... wrote a petition,  asking why Toni Morrison had not received a Pulitzer. Ms. Morrison is part of the canon of American literature, she is among some of  the greats Faulkner, Hemingway, Poe, Salinger and Morrison but even more importantly, she is our fabulous, sensual, talented Black Sista! Enjoy the next leg of your journey Ms. Morrison!
#tarbaby #tonimorrison #beloved #blackgirlmagic #blackgirlsrock #jazz #blackexcellence #talent #blackjoy #blackwriters #blackwomenvoices #womenvoices 

​When I watched the premiere episode of "Being Mary Jane", I was already excited because it was about a black woman who I could relate to. Well, not financially, not physically but gosh darnit..we both had ambition and a love for the emotionally unavailable Brotha! It premiered in 2013 during the time of so much black girl magic on television, "Scandal" and "How to Get Away With Murder" I felt I had a bevy of television that spoke to me. While I had seen several films with Gabrielle Union, I wasn't particularly a fan, even though I would argue she is an underrated comedian. In Deliver Us from Eva, a typical rom-com but her monologue in the kitchen of the restaurant during a health code visit  I thought was real comedic brilliance. For me "Being Mary Jane" was a game changer and Gabrielle became my show heroine. This post is basically my love letter to Mari Brock Akil and the wonderfulness that was "Being Mary Jane" from 2013-2016. Once the show changed producers, it lost some of that magic for me. There are few shows where I find I almost living vicariously through the characters, with Mary Jane I related to the contradictions in her life. The challenge of having a family that has dysfunction and love which is the reality for most . It is the human complexity of Pauletta ( the character's name) that I appreciate the most. A mixture of confidence, sexual prowess, insecurity and substance dependency. What I valued about Mari Brock Akil is that she didn't offer us a "perfect person" but an actual woman. It was her frailties along with her ambition, that as a grown black woman I could identify and truly appreciate. In a just world, Being Mary Jane would have received more critical attention , politically and culturally I thought it was one of the best in that period. The issues that were woven in between, the suicide of successful blk men, the Psychology Today article re: the Ugly Blk Women, the discovery of love letters between slaves, the proliferation of fatherless blk children, addiction, the challenge of motherhood and career, mass incarceration,cultural identity and on and on. You had a show with 2 women of color as leads who were defined and not defined by their identity. SNC producer Kyra was a fascinating character, a fiercely ambitious woman, loyal to the work with SNC, a dedicated mother, a conflicted Latina and a sexually positive person. The scene where she had a breakdown about brownies for her children's class was real and vulnerable. The character of Marc, his coming out scene with his parents was so black but universal in it's unfolding. The complication of Niecy her rudderless niece, her agonizing lack of personal responsibility and the truth of who she is, would frustrate because of just the realness of it. I was blown away by Loretta Devine, who knew! That was the most interesting role I ever seen Devine play, the contradictions and specificity was exciting to watch. For me personally, when the Akil's left, that mixture of drama and political astuteness left with them. I was much less interested in the romance and rivalry that seem to seep in. The focus on male characters that came to forefront. This is my THANK YOU  to the Akil's and specifically Mari Brock Akil for creating the #theblackgirlmagic that was "Being Mary Jane" #gabrielleunion #maribrockakil #saleemakil #bet #blackgirlmagic #television #womenwriters #stories #cable #grownandsexy #love #richardroundtree #blacktelevision 

I was traveling last year from November 2017-May 2018 on the Dinosaur Time Trek. Since it was a non-union tour my job duty among setting up and breaking down was the laundry. I have been fortunate for the last several years to live in an apartment building with laundry, so the last time I needed to step into a public washing place was 2009. I have been blissfully unaware of that world until December of 2017.  What I have found is that laundromats are a incredible view of our nation. Laundromats cut across race, gender and sexual orientation. Class is different as for people who don't need to wash their own clothes, or a own a washer dryer don't have to know this life, per se. In each town I have experienced different scenarios, in D.C. it was like any hair salon on 125th st, there were mainly men selling everything they could whether, it was beauty products, undergarments, small electronics or my favorite. Yes, someone sold bacon in the bag and he only had 3 left by the time he got to us. In Pittsburgh, I suspected I was in a meth lab for the floor was uneven with the floor coming apart, it was completely empty when I entered and it was unclean. I felt too uncomfortable to sit down and at one moment I got into a mini argument with a male washer. I have found that Yelp is not reliable as for every laundry I have searched on that website. It is better to go the laundrymat before 3pm and bring cash. Pods work in every machine so far I have been too and always look for an attendant before washing. In Pittsburgh I lost some quarters in a dryer and there was no one there to help me. Laundry prices range from some of the cheapest in Concord NC and some of the most expensive in Cleveland. The experience of being in laundromats have made me appreciate how each is reflective of the socio-economic realities of their respective communities. The better maintained, usually the healthier the community. I am also surprised by the small wonders  you may see, I remember being in one laundromat where a very young, black father listened to 70's soul with his infant who was wrapped within an inch of their life. Clearly, he led a peaceful home because that child was as content as possible. He presented as a single parent with a solid routine. There was a mother who had several children, who appeared to have different fathers . Her children, ranged in ages but all seemed school age but for some reason were not in school that day. They seemed restless and she looked completely overwhelmed. While sitting there I felt I could write the rest of the story and really hoping I was incorrect in my assessment. One of the most unique laundromats was in Minneapolis where I encountered my first hipster laundromat. Complete with self-important attendants with t-shirts with  flippant political statements. It was one of the cleanest and well maintained places I visited while on tour. My last city was Columbus and while I was happy to never have to wash for this tour again, it was slightly bittersweet. I will miss being in so many different communities, experiencing a slice of life that you can only get at the local laundromat.