Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Where is the Love?


It's at the Gallery Restaurant Lounge (1115 East West Highway, Silver Spring, MD) TOMORROW! Singles, jingle your way into a little romantic fun with District 51's "LOVE BELOW" Lock and Key party! Ladies, get a key to unlock the heart of a potential Holiday Honey.

Let's Sweeten things with a few facts:

District 51 have held two matching making events with 300 participants. 55 couples have been matched, two are engaged, two ladies are expecting, and 1 couple had walked the aisle in matrimony.

While you get ready for tomorrow's event, take a minute to dialogue with those who are coming on the topic below! ENJOY...and don't be shy!

It's been 10 years since Lorenz Tate and Nia Long brought the "Black Love" and poetry movement to the screen in "Love Jones." Where do we stand in 2007 with so many women outnumbering men in the D.C. area? Have we lost site of love and commitment in a region where options are more plentiful that choices on a buffet line? We want to hear your thoughts on the state of building quality relationships in the D Dot C Dot. Click on "Comments" and share your thoughts.

Join District 51 for a LOCK and KEY evening of love on December 19, 2007. For details, visit http://www.district51.net/.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Tell Your Story...

I WANTED TO BE JANET JACKSON in the eighties. Yes, my friends, let's go back to Rhythm Nation 1814. I remember practicing that chair routine in "Pleasure Principle." Don't tell my grandpa, but his kitchen chairs were my video props. No worries, nothing broke, not even my spirit, because when it was all said and done, I had the video down! What's your favorite dancing memory? Who did you pretend you were and practiced until you were their twin? Share your story. Click on Comment to respond.

All the best,
A. Brown Girl

Monday, August 27, 2007

Little Chair...Big Dreams.

by Saxton Mills (c) copyright 2007

DMX...Michael Vick...and me. The one thing we have in common is a dog fight. But mine...is the fight against the world. I'm sitting in a chair Ma and Pops bought for me when I was in pre-k. Here I am...21 sitting in the same seat on a laptop getting ready to be introduced to my last year of college hoping to make it beyond society's image of me. In my dog fight, I'm the most wanted, dangerous one in the ring. They'll be waiting to electrocute, hang, and condemn me to a fate that they prepared for me; but I'm sitting in my little chair with big dreams and staying away from the bars except to speak to my innocent client.

My dreams...never included street suicide---selling my soul to fast money, cars, and women. Shoot...my "man" ain't even a man by street standards. Instead, I keep him at bay 'cause the young lady I'm with, is keeping her virtue until we both amass enough knowledge and wealth to make love to make love in the image of both of us.

I guess you could call me fortunate or blessed or whatever you see fit to ascribe to a kid from the "hood" who saw parts of the country that some barely read about in the text books. Instead of just taking notes to pass a test...I am the test and I'm passing. It's left up to me to change the world. If it takes the rest of my life...so be it.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Introducing...

Get Cranked
By Saxton Mills © copyright
A Coffeedreamz Ink Exclusive

Crank. Crank. Crank. Crank. Crank.
Do you hear that?
It’s the sound of the city.
The inner city. Urban City. The ghetto if someone had to put a name to it.

There is reconstruction going on.
And I’m not talking about reconstruction after the Civil War.
The Reconstruction of modernity
Where the people who currently live here are going to be pushed out
Placed somewhere else
In an environment where they’ll have to start all over.
Starting over is not re-facing what’s already been defaced.
But replaced in a a property they won’t own
or living in even if they can’t afford it.

Do you hear that?
It’s the sound of the city.
It’s the sound of change.
The Chocolate City.
Can you dig it?
They did

And now there’s
An employment services building
Being erected honoring somebody's name you can’t pronounce.
And the line of people waiting to get in…
Well…they are taking your spot because
Their pride is not shot
And when their check is deposited, it’s to build a
Future for them to crank out for the next generation.

So get crunk if you choose and listen for the crank
In the distance.

Ding. Dong. Doors closing.

I Took Your Woman

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I Took Your Woman

Saxton Mills (c) 2007



I took your woman

When you were out all night

She kept her legs tight

She danced in her tears and danced in my light

And then you tried to slip in for a bite

But she said, “No thanks. I’m alright.”



I took your woman

Provided stability when you ran free

Fed her when she was hungry

Opened doors she could not see

When you brought diamonds that sparkled while on your knees

Asking her to open up with your “Please, baby baby please.”

She said no because her heart is with me



I took your woman

Holding her hand when she was alone

Waiting by the phone hoping you’d come home

Rocked her to sleep with my mellow tone

And when you finally called, she just looked at the phone



I took your woman

I put a smile on her face when you were away

Your boys thought it was cool because she let you play

All the while she thanks me

For the roof I help her maintain

Clothes on her back

A bank account that stays stacked

And your sporadic take out containers

Can’t hold a candle to the full course meal I

Prepare before her…in front of her enemies

In fact, your happy meal is no longer smiling



I took your woman

Some call me divine intervention

You…you can fall on your needs and call me Father

Because until you do right by the gift that I made out of you

Your nights may be filled with pleasures

But you will never inherit the kingdom of treasures

I’ll keep your woman in the palm of my hands

And make her the ruby of the land while you…

Just keep on dancing to your tune

The music will stop one day…and you’ll be on the

Floor alone…wondering…who will be there to see your last dance.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

I will always need my sister...


It has been said time and time again that your best girlfriends will have your back. This little ditty is dedicated to all my sisters and those very special women in my life who have, in some way, had the heart of my mother. This is especially dedicated to my mom who will have celebrated her birthday on August 11th. Continue to R.I.P. with the waters of the world and let the wind blow your essence into the souls of others. You are still tremendously missed.

And a very special birthday to my mom's bestfriend, S. "Candy" Givens. They were born just 24 hours a part! Thanks for being there Candy!

I was born of a woman whose strength I've always known
She's absent in body but her spirit is felt when the wind blows.
My daily memory of her lays curved in my hips
and when I'm down, I just have to curl my lips
There were days all my tears were caught in her hand's palm
Then she'd fold them in prayer and her heart would send up a Psalm

With only me as her reminder on earth
I pray daily to cry no more and maintain her strength

Along my journey, God sent me sisters who loved me like my mother
Cooking me food, mending my scars, holding my secrets, clutching my arm
When the going gets rough they tell me to pray and go on
"You have God on your side, how could you go wrong."

"Chile, let your hair down...actually hand me that comb
For each part I make, understand you're already made whole.
A little twist here, a braid right there
God never puts more on you than you can bare."

"What's up with all my gray hair," I'd wine at the reflection I see through a glass

"Girl, each strand lets you know you've become wiser than your last crash.
You've survived death that stared you in the face.
You've conquered sorrow when others met its fate
You've let God guide you when the money wasn't there
You've walked into and escaped heartache when others wouldn't dare
Hand me that grease...sistah, you have more of life to fight...
But before too long, you'll get it right."

I humble myself before the Lord and thank him for the court of women in my life
Thank you to all, single with or without children and those who are great model wives.

In honor of my mother, I thank you!

All of my love,
Yolonda D. Coleman

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Monday, July 30, 2007

Give Your Singles to Your Wife...


This is in response to an article written in Essence (February 2007).
DISCLAIMER: I am in no way discouraging anyone's guilty pleasures at the strip club. No judgment. I indulge in baked goods A LOT.

BACKGROUND: A married man secretly goes to strip clubs for "A little live entertainment" mostly for diversity and to be tantalized by physically fit, beautiful women...only to go home and have sex with his wife. "I'll be so aroused I'll go home and have sex with her on a night when I might not have otherwise. After you've been married 18 years, sometimes you need a little extra spice. I don't see how that's a bad thing," he said. He goes on to say that he sometimes just tells his wife he's been out at Red Lobster with the fellaz...HUH ???

Here's my reply: Feel free to comment.

GIVE YOUR SINGLES TO YOUR WIFE by A. Brown Girl (c) 2007

Insomnia got the best of me and I thought I'd catch up on past issues of Essence. I couldn't help but peruse the article "My Secret Affair With Strip Clubs (February 2007)." I later recalled a chat I had with a male cousin (#cousinsareforever). He gave me the 411 on men and their visits to strip clubs. He even admitted, as did the anonymous writer in "My Secret...", that he built a friendship with one of the strippers. 

"She actually listens to what I have to say. We ask each other about our days," he shared.

His transparency tickled me, but he was also single at the time. Rock with it. Roll with it. Thank goodness, he has found the love of his life where he no longer needs to hang out with Stripper Angie for conversation.

My concern with the anonymous author's need to go to strip clubs as a married man is that he lies to his wife. It's really the lying for me. Hell, I've been to a strip club as a single woman before; the wings were amazing! It was hard to get aroused because I wasn't taking any of those men home. I was there to celebrate my girl's birthday and go home. Spending money on lap dances only to return home to get the release from someone who didn't author those sensations seems...well counterproductive. I'm calling out names, baby! 'Cause the way my greed is set up...Anyway...

Why start something you can't finish especially if makes you tick dance like Usher. It's like going to the grocery store, buying a steak, and leaving it on the counter saying, "I bet that steak tastes good. I'll just go home and have a spaghetti." Nope.com .org .edu. I am in no way demeaning the session he'd have with his wife, but I bet if he took as much energy into curing his steak at home, he might be able to maximize his pleasure with someone he love. OOPS...well, maybe there was no love there. Shoot...Let me mind my business. 

Aside from encouraging wives to be more exploratory in their marriages where the bed is undefiled (ladies let's get it together in that area--me preaching to the choir when I decide to commit to someone again), I presented the problem, and now I offer the a few solutions:

1. Tell your wife your need for variety and then give her the money you would spend on lap dances to purchase wigs or Cosplay fits. If her bedroom attire is lacking, those singles you placed in the panties of a stranger can now be put to use on the panties you can nibble off in your own bedroom.

2. Suggest to your wife the need to increase your sexual experience by going to the gym together. If you like the toned legs and tight rear ends, there's nothing better than watching them work on the treadmill to your liking. The work out might help with your "Sexual Healing."

3. Make a playlist with your favorite songs that turn you on and create your own strip club. Get some multi-colored lights and then get to the action.

4. LAST RESORT: Take your wife with you and point out the moves you enjoy watching so she can try them at home.

There might not be consequences to going to a strip club, but I ask the author, how would he feel knowing some other man's penis was six inches from the lips you kiss at night. Lap dances might not tell, but another's sweaty body just might smell like the boiling pot at that Red Lobster you pretended to eat. Eww...

Here's wishing you the very best in and outside of your bedrooms. 

A. Brown Girl


Friday, July 27, 2007

My Taxi Cab Confessions...NYC


This City Girl with Southern Roots finally took to the BIG APPLE…and boy did it bite me in the aspirin. Aside from the great food, fun times, and wisdom I learned along the way (more later), I had some hard knock lessons in taking cabs.

Let’s see, I was thrown out of one cab at the direction of “You can go now.” On a return trip to my hotel I was told to “Gimme the money,” rudely by a cabbie. I was later yelled at by another one after I asked, “sir, what’s the $2.50 for?” “You pay! It’s the law!” I’m like---in my head---what law? I really don’t understand.” So I kindly point out to him that I’m from out of town, and I don’t understand the way cab fare works. After a few huffs, he then says, “You have to pay it!” I decided to then put my R.I.F. skills in motion and look for something written that explains it. Ah! On the back of his seat it reads, “An initial fee of $2.50 plus $0.40 per mile makes up your fare.” Okay. I’m fine by that, I just wanted to know.

Next, my money wasn’t any good in another, “You have bills? I don’t want this,” the cabbie said in response to my dollar coins I used for fare. It was all I had, so that’s what I used. What did I do to deserve this treatment? Nothing but be polite, saying thanking and asking for further knowledge. It was after all this madness I just decided to look into the eyes of the drivers lined up near the hotel and decide which I would get into. Once inside, I would say nothing and hand my portion of the cab fare as I have been sharing with some colleagues of mine during a conference. This worked out well.

As the universe would have it, the conference leaders gave me a platform to publicly discuss my disgust with the New York City cab drivers and I was told, finally, that riders had rights. You wouldn’t know it by the rude behavior displayed by my drivers. I was instructed to inform the drivers I could take down their numbers and report them. So, I put this theory into practice.

My conference day ended. It was time to catch, yet another cab. My colleagues and I get one. He shouts to us with a frowned brow. “Where you go?” We tried to tell him while getting in the cab. He shouts something else and pulls off with my colleague hanging on to the handle of the cab door. Another one comes and he says he’ll take us where we need to go.

”We have two stops. Drop her off at 53rd and 6th and us at Macy’s,” my co-worker instructed.

“Okay. I’ll drop you off at Macy’s and take her last,” the cabbie said.

“No that’s not what we said. We…blah! Blah! Blah! We can take down your number sir. Blah! Blah! Blah!” she responded.

“For what? What you gonna take down my number for.”

There was a lot of back and forth, but I remained calm and made a silent decision. God gave us choices and with hundreds of other cabs running along Broadway, we can find one who will appreciate our business. One of my pet peeves is when people don’t listen.
I wrote on my newspaper, “We can get out, ” and shared it with my colleagues. They agreed. And I politely said, “Sir, you can let us out on the corner there, thank you.” He seemed a little startled but obliged. $3.90 was the fare and we hopped out, but not before I wrote down his number. Less than 60 seconds later, we hopped in another one.
We remained quiet for a minute---literally and then commenced to speak among ourselves. The ice breaker for the entire cab was a celebrity citing. My co-worker was so excited that the cab driver began to give us a little history on the folks he’d seen and the day, he almost remembers exactly, when Spike Lee hopped in for a ride. I knew his spirit was genuine when he said, “You know, we are all equal.” He also talked about God and how he made sure his daughter, now in her 3rd year of medical school at the age of 19, was brought up to always know she was “somebody.”
“Where are you from?” I asked.
“Haiti.”
“Cool.” I sat back in comfort in understanding that God has His way with the world when he sees fit.
The last forum discussed in my conference was about breaking barriers of cultural differences. In the grand scheme of things, we are all truly the same. Rich. Poor. Haitian. American. “We are all born and we all die,” the cabbie said. He also professed that no matter how much money you have, you can still be empty. He lost his wife some 8 years prior but he never forgot the time he lost his job and she laughed when he came home. She was happy because he was working so hard…and now he had a moment to relax. How about that…really…?
When it is our time to go, will we be most concerned that our dollar that wasn’t in paper? Or that we don’t know why we pay certain fees? Or that we really want somebody out of our space? Doubt it. I hope in that moment when the spotlight is on each of us, we will have given advice to someone that changed their life for the better. Initially, I included that cabbie’s number that I wrote down in this article. Just 10 seconds before writing this line, I highlighted it and hit delete. Now…I’m tossing the newspaper where it was written. It is not my place to judge. It is my place, however, to encourage each of you to enjoy your cab ride of life, slow down and continue to respect people even when they disrespect you. In the end, it will count.

In the words of the first woman I met in New York who’s camera was like mine…“Gotta Run!”

A. Brown Girl

Monday, July 09, 2007


A Star of a Time (c) copyright 2007
by Yolonda D. Coleman

How many people can actually claim to have been the first person to eat off a plate, drink out of a glass and sleep in the bed of a five star resort? I was one of the elite for 5 days and 4 nights at the Iberostar Rose Hall Resort. Having just opened on May 24, 2007, I was one of few who christened the second of three towers built in Montego Bay, Jamaica.

"The ambiance is beautiful," tourist Dane B. Jackson of GA admitted while drinking his made to order beverage from the bar. Iberostar provides all inclusive amenties to their guests. Set along blue, caribbean waters, Iberostar offers its temporary residents the comfort of majesty with West Indian Spanish influence with its stucco buildings surrounded by tropical landscapes.

Calypso and reggae music are played while you take your daily swim or simply sit on your patio just outside your resort room. Children play water sports and splash their brothers and sisters while parents drink rum punch at the swim up bar or engage in water aerobics with one of the resort instructors. For the little islanders who don't want to swim in the pool, Iberostar offers a separate children's play place with staffers to show the little ones a great time with games and other activities.

If the beachside activities aren't enough for you, Iberostar has an on staff booking agent to set up tours to see Bob Marley's beginnigs and final resting place, excursion trips to Dunn Waterfalls or other attractions in Montego Bay, Negril, or Kingston, Jamaica. If you're really in need of rest and relaxation, you can take advantage of the nail spa. However, your pampering isn't inside of a posh salon with lights, tea and crumpets. Your personal technician will be waiting to serve you in your room as you overlook the resort on your balcony.

When you've exerted all your energy, you can fuel up with a number of dining options. Iberostar offers food around the clock. Breakfast, lunch and dinner are served daily. *Room service is part of your package and when you're not feeling the buffet menu, you have an opportunity to make reservations at one of three onsite restaurants: Japenese cuisine at Samurai, steaks at Uncle Tony's, and cajun style food at Jambalaya. Don't be fooled that Jamaicans are dressed in Japanese chef attire or looking like they just came from a Mardi Gras event, they do the cuisine justice.

Iberostar doesn't skimp on the entertainment. You might run into what might look like some of your favorite celebrities such as Cher, Michael Jackson or hear tunes from movies like "The Titanic" or "The Dukes of Hazard" in the lounge and theater. The Iberostar staff performs Vegas style shows, tickle your funny bone with some comedy sketches. Be careful, you might be pulled on stage for a little audience participation to learn line dances or compete with your loved ones in a Star Friends game show. For the more relaxed player, enjoy a little billiards in the library, test out your strategy with chess and checkers in the game room or kick up your heels and have a smoke in the cigar lounge. When all the family fun is over, there is a night club and bar just a coconut throw away.

Whatever your vacation needs are, Iberostar should have something to satisfy your island taste buds. It will be "no problem, Mon," to see that your time at the resort is an enjoyable one.

For more information on Iberostar resorts around the world, log on to http://www.iberostar.com/.

Photo by Yolonda D. Coleman from her room.
*The number of restaurant reservations a guest can make is based on the number of days stayed at the resort. The buffet is available for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snack. Room service is available from 11am-11pm.

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Jamaica Funk---the 2007 Remix

So...what does a teacher do after school is out for the summer? She hops in her car and head south starting on 301 to I95 to I85 and then hops on a plane to Jamaica. What a ride!

RESORT NAME: Iberostar in Montego Bay, Jamaica
Opened May 2007...

I haven't done lists in a while...so I thought I'd give you some A. Brown Girl Moments...'cause it only happens to me....
DISCLAIMER: I really had a great time relaxing...these are just my unfiltered thoughts. The write up is on www.coffeedreamzink.blogspot.com.

TOP THREE REASONS YOU SHOULD STAY AT A RESORT WHILE IT'S BEING BUILT:

3. You will be the first to eat off the plates and use the eating utensils fresh out of the wrapper.
2. You'll be the first to break in the bed (alone or with company...whatever your pleasure---You're grown! Ha! Ha!)
1. You'll be the first one to sit on the toilet seat

The Top 10 Draw backs to staying at a resort while it's being built:

10. You might as well be on pay roll trying to show yourself around---staff figured things out with us.
9. Your room might not be ready 'cause it's still being put together
8. The cable will go out...because they are still working on the wiring system
7. The lights will go out while you're taking a shower (refer to #8 for the reason)
6. The Habachi chef is still learning not to burn the eggs while preparing it in front of you (CAN WE SAY EXTRA OIL PLEASE?)
5. They are still working on keeping the seacreatures out of the beach area...that jelly fish stung the mess outta my knee! OUCH!
4. The tile from the bottom of the pool may be your catch of the day...(UM...let the glue dry before filling the pool with water and allowing guest to come in)
3. The bar tender is still working on that all inclusive fruit punch drink...(Um, pineapple juice and strawberry syrup IS NOT FRUIT PUNCH).
2. The staff has to learn how to give great service so they won't say, "UH, I don't think you know how tipping works around here..." This is after you've given them a decent tip...let's not be greedy.
1. The door to your room might not be secure if housekeeping can open the door with her all her might and break the chain.

Feeling Irie,
A. Brown Girl

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Going Beyond the Dream Part II

by Yolonda D. Coleman
May 10, 2007

Motto for this entry: Crack open the sky to give your Coffeedreamz mobility." -YDC www.coffeedreamz.com
The Black Enterprise Entrepreneurs Conference (BEC) workshop, "How to be Your Own Boss," allowed business owners to hear personal testimonies and success stories of those who made much with little.

"My problem was that entrepreneurs in my community were non-existent. The funeral and barbershop owners---those people started to disappear as I got older. I had to travel too far to spend quality time with my daughter. I needed a place that would make me feel comfortable as a woman and a place for church women to go," Sharon Joseph, founder of Harlem, Lanes said.

Joseph continued to stress to business owners that they should find a way to solve a community problem. Her solution was establishing Harlem Lanes, the first African American female built and owned 24 lane bowling and entertainment facility. This was made possible as she partnered with her aunt Gail Richards and introduced bowling back into the Harlem community after 30 years.

"I fasted and prayed and wrote down the business plan---friends said it was stupid. The only cheerleaders I had were myself and my God," Joseph said. Joseph declared that she asked God if he wanted her to keep pursuing her venture, to keep blessing her. And that God did. It took Joseph 4 years to raise 5 million dollars to open Harlem Lanes. 2007 marked the one year anniversary of Harlem Lanes.

A native New Yorker, Joseph continues to invest in her community as an executive board member with the Women's Alliance of Harlem and a member of President Clinton's Urban Initiative Program.

Just a coin toss from Sharon Joseph sat Ken Brown who tells people, "I never worked a job a day in my life." Ken Brown encourages entrepreneurs to get paid internships. "They had something I needed. It's a temporary assignment," Brown explained. He wanted to create a future for himself so when it was time for him to move on to the next assignment, he did so leaving them having been served well while he worked there.

Ken Brown now operates two of the most successful McDonald's restaurants in the system. He wrote the vision and mission before he started and is able to profit simply from knowing that above and beyond anything else, his restaurants serve more than food. "People work hard for their money," Brown said. He explained that people are happy to patronize when they are satisfied.

Born of teen parents, 13 and 14 years old respectively, Brown credits the success of his McDonald's restaurants to serving customer satisfaction. "Service is the debt we pay for the space that we occupy in the business community. Customer service is your currency," Brown said.

Brown is currently diving into the hotel management industry. "The basic needs of a human is food, water and shelter. Now, I will be able to sell them all three," Brown said.

The "How to be Your Own Boss" kept business owners at the edge of their seats. At the seminars conclusion Sharon Joseph encouraged attendees to raise money and build their dreams one step at a time. Joseph said, "Think of the numbers in small chunks. It’s easier to ask for large sums of money from private institutions. And if you want to write a 300 page book, write one page a day."


Clips of motivational seminars presented by Ken Brown can be viewed on https://www.kenbrowninternational.com/about/. In the meant time. Dream, sip and create your dreams and make them come true.


Yolonda D. Coleman

www.coffeedreamz.com

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Going Beyond the Dream Part I

by Yolonda D. Coleman
May 9, 2007

What could be better than a kicking back at a beach side reception in sunny Orlando, Florida? I couldn't think of another way to spend the 2nd Wednesday in May as General Motors helped Black Enterprise Magazine welcome attendees with a tropical feast to the 4th Annual Black Enterprise Entrepreneurs Conference and Expo at the Walt Disney World Swan and Dolphin Resort.

My sponsors, Ken and Sheila Johnson of Eagle Enterprises, spoke for months of my necessity to attend. "Yolonda, you'll love it. It's a perfect venue for you!" Ken remarked.


Teaching full-time, I didn't think it would be a great idea for me to leave my students for three days at the end of the school year. However, when I realized my "Follow your dream" speech was getting stale as it has been two years since I aggressively pursued mine, I figured it was about time to jump back on the saddle. And away I galloped!

Aside from the delicious spread at the welcome reception, I was delighted to see some familiar faces: Robert Freeman of Freeman's Barber Shop (http://www.freemansbarbershop.com/). This was a pleasant surprise as Mr. Freeman was the first to invest in the Coffeedreamz mission to spread love. I had my first book signing in his barbershop and this opened the door for future opportunities.

Next, Tyese Dantzler of UBS sent me a text message as I nibbled on a crab cake. "Are you in Florida?" I called her back immediately to hear her say, I'm looking at you right now. My Delta line sister of 10 years rushed toward me as I had my arms extended liked a giraffe's neck. I was home.

Fresh rain began to pour on the participants, but it did not dampen our spirits. Fitness instructor Michelle Bernard and her Mom, Ms. Carol joined me, Lisa and Rod under the beach umbrella as we spoke of our futures as entrepreneurs. Laughter ensued and just as the sparkles gleamed in our eyes, the rain stopped but our dreams of being the next BE 100, didn't.

Tyese called and asked for a ride back to her hotel. Without haste, I obliged to assist my sorority sister. While promoting A Sip of Coffeedreamz radio show and my book, Sugar Rush: Love's Liberation in the lobby of the Dolphin resort, I was tapped on the shoulder and asked, "Where'd you get your conference bag?" I turned like an oscillating fan and I checked with my memory to be sure my eyes didn't deceive me. The first thing that came to mind was, "Watch out deh now!" It was J. Anthony Brown (double click to enlarge the picture above).

I had a moment to think of something clever to cover up the "OH MY GOSH," energy inside. He's been one of my favorite comedians introduced to me by Mom. I came up with, "Well, you have to be on the A list of the Black Enterprise Conference to receive one of these," I responded in my best British accent and chuckle. The ice was broken and as fans do, we asked for a few photos and J. Anthony was kind enough to honor our requests. This was a great way to end the night. Even with all the fan fair, elbow rubbing and conference workshop anticipation, the greatest moment of that evening was a phone call from My Pharoah (See the entry for "Having My Cake...).

"I have a surprise for you,"
"What is it honey?"
"I read your book from cover to cover."
"And?"
"And I'm very impressed. You have skills."

If I wasn't confident in my walk as a future best selling author, he pushed me to the waters edge. The most macho of macho men loved my tale of ambition, romance and the freedom to love. Say Word! May 10, 2007 was the day I would jump off and let the wings of God carry me. I had a choice to sink or swim? Since I was tired of living at the bottom, it was time I flap my fins and act as a dolphin and be graceful like a swan. Are you ready for Coffeedreamz? Check out Day 2 to find out.
A. Brown Girl
For more pictures from the Black Enterprise Conference, visit the link below.

Friday, March 23, 2007

A Decade of Memories...

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To Those Devastating Divas of the Spring 1997 line of the Gamma Iota Chapter

I call You Friend. I call You A Blessing! I call you SOROR! copyright (c) 2007

by Yolonda "Einstein" Coleman
#38 Gamma Iota Spring '97

Dreams of Crimson and Cream were at the forefront of our minds
From Stacy to Courtney we learned how to bind a line in time.

Staying clear of "Peanuts," "Walnuts," "Cashews," and other issues that signals for tissue
We became Gray's Anatomy making sure each sister ate right
if her stomach went bump in the night.

They said it couldn't be done and we have proven time and time again
that there is strength in numbers
And together we'd win.

The days of justification are over
Let us put things on the line
We are women of resilience
And get better like fine wine.

We've prayed through Doctors galore
Doctors of Medicine
Doctors of Law
Doctors of Dentistry
but wait there's more

Our sisters stand in court rooms
Publishing books and poems
Make television debuts

And Sorors making the news
In Jet, in Ebony pick an online source
Managing and Directing companies

It's as simple as googling one of us
There's so much to our story, Sorors
I cannot tell it all,
but here's a little repetition
Of what we already know:

We're some soul stepping Sorors
Opening acts for music group Sorors
Singing with Vickie Winans Sorors
Coaching College Teams Sorors
Masters Degree Sorors
Teaching America Sorors
Taking Care of Home Sorors
Retired Early Sorors
Traveling around the World Sorors
We've seen the likes of France and Austrailia, Sorors
We personifying Violets, Sorors
With one of our very own who spent time in "Afrika! Afrika! Mother Afrika!"

Seeing dreams into Reality Sorors
And I'm glad you're on my team Sorors

Whew! Even an elephant can't walk a mile in our shoes.
They are just too big to fill.
Sky miles might distance us
Toll roads make keep us apart
But 10 years have been good to us
As we promised from the start
To know one another, truly
not because someone told us too
but because of our bond in Delta
continues to bring us through

When this day passes us by
And we look back on our days
Know that no matter what happens
Our love will always remain.

Take out your pictures, ladies
Look at all our smiles
Today is our day to celebrate
Our Delta Initiation with Pride.

I love you and Happy 10th Anniversary, Ladies of Dangerous Minds!

OOOO-OOOOP!

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

It Really was a Mane Attraction!






(New York, New York---March 16, 2007) FOR GET WHAT YOU HEARD! New Yorkers rank on my top list of people who are more welcoming than the media portrays. I said the same about folks in Detroit and I mirror it with New Yorkers, "Thank you for being so kind to A. Brown Girl."

I was able to convince the greatest assistant of all times, Marty Ma, to make the trip at 4:49am in the morning. We were headed to Coney Island to celebrate Women's History Month at PS288 Shirley Tanyhill. Now, prior to the departure, Marty Ma gave me a forecast of ice and snow falling over the Big Apple. I had a decision to cancel plans or continue knowing that God would take care of all troubles before me. I chose the latter.

By the time we hit the exit for the Verrazzano bridge, it was pouring ice like a Slush Puppy...vanilla flavored. No matter, "We've come to far to turn back now." If you know my driving, lol, I got lost. Thanks to Brian, one of the chefs at PS288, I was able to arrive at the school safely. Is there another word for excited? If so, that's how I was feeling and singing with joy...in my best Soprano voice (had to sneak that in there re: the Verrazano ... lol).

When I started the Sugar Rush: Love's Liberation book tour, I was asked when I was coming to New York. I didn't want to rush God's plan. I did know that when when it was time for me to head north, I had to respond immediately. With so many obstacles in my way, I knew, come rain, sleet or snow, there was a blessing waiting for me. In fact, when I arrived, there were a few hundred blessings waiting my arrival.

The eyes of the little children was the prize. "Dream! Dream On!" we shouted in unison after each child talked about their dreamz. "You can do anything! Even in the face of death, follow your dreamz!" They were amped! They were smiling. They were so energized when I gave them the cue to draw out their wildest dreamz.

We had several teachers (Oh My!), a student who plans to rescue lost animals from the street (My God!), doctors and lawyers (Yes, sir! They're planning now), and even a little darling who plans to be a "Real Ice Cream" bar some day. "Dream! Dream On!" Sounds impossible? Let's see what happens in a few years when there's a chocolate ice cream bar with her name on it! I'm excited.

I received hug after hug from 1st, 2nd and 3rd graders. The middle school students showered me with their positive energy. Instead of drawing pictures of their dreamz, I gave them a writing assignment after my pep talk about following dreamz even when the people closets to you tell you that "You can't do that!" They were shown random pictures and were asked to write stories based on what they saw. Story after story depicted a moral. "Bobby swam anyway even though his friend told him he couldn't," a milddle school wrote in reference to a picture with two boys at the water's edge. POWERFUL! The beauty in this story, I never gave them guidelines, I simply asked them to be open to the picture and write the untold stories. They met the challenged and exceeded their own expectations. "Dream! Dream on!"

Despite the ice falling over the New York asphal along Neptune and 25th, I was warmed with the spirit of children and their dreamz. Since the weather was inclimate, I was unable to meet with a book store owner. But God! Whew! Photographer and head chef at PS288 made a call to his stylist and invited me to meet her and the rest of the staff! Though I have a driving IEP (for the educators out there), I found a parking space near the Mane Attraction. Four women with accents were there to greet me along with Larry. I remembered the text I received earlier from my favorite Alpha Pharoah. He said my conversation should be based on "insight and discernment. Your credibility is your character..." I took his advice to the hill, and pretty...gave them me.

The secret to New Yorkers or anyone for that matter is simply, be yourself. It gets no clearer than that. That's the best way to earn the respect of anyone. Me was enough for the ladies at Mane Attraction. They blessed me and I climbed into my car three books lighter.

Mane Attraction, thank you for welcoming me with open arms. PS288, thank you for helping me reach my dreamz. To all of you, I only ask of you to DREAM! DREAM ON! and make all your heart's desires come true.
I did leave with a challenge, someone asked if I wrote children's books. Sister Michelle (see caption and pic) and both responded "not yet." I guess I'd better get to work. New York put out the call for me to do so and so, I too must DREAM! DREAM ON!

I love New York!

A. Brown Girl

Picture A Caption: Sister Yvette and Sister(c) Michelle (r) take a Coffeedreamz Break with me.

Picture B Caption: Owner Shellie pose with me and the rest of the very cool staff of Mane Attraction in Coney Island. Stop by to get your coif done. Mane Attraction is located at 2408 Mermaid AveBrooklyn, NY 11224 (718) 373-9795.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Life is truly Better at 30...


Dear Coffeedreamz Family,

Last year, I celebrated new life for my 30th. This year, I'm celebrating new love. I declared 2007 as a By Any Means Necessary and Take Out the Trash Year. So far, my two favorite highlights involve dreamz I have: I asked God to see the dreamz of my outreach ministry of love through and I asked God to prepare me to receive love. God gve me a glimpse of both. Jumping out on Faith while praying for Grace and Mercy...is a wonderful thing. To those who don't believe in the power of prayer...for those who don't believe in love...for those who don't believe in God...Look in my eyes. Look at my smile. You'll see all of them at once.

NEW YORK welcomed me with open arms as I conducted two workshops in Coney Island (Brooklyn is the best!). I was able to foster the beginnig of dreamz with elementary and middle school children at PS288 Shirley Taneyhill (thanks for the referral). My favorite moment: I told the students to dream and dream big. "Dream! Dream On!" No matter what anyone says, all dreams are possible. One of the babies said she wants to be ice cream. Since nothing is impossible, I encouraged her to have an ice cream bar made in her image and GO FOR IT!

While I was in Coney Island, I was able to sell 15 books, making that the most books sold at one time this year...now get this...IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ICE STORM. My love to PS288 and Mane Attraction Hair Salon. Thank you for making me successful during my first NYC tour.

While scooting our way along icy roads, my sister, Matice and I, prayed for a safe journey. Things were getting rough. If you know my driving, it was best that we get off the road. We found a Holiday Inn off the Turnpike (exit 8, I believe). While on this trip, I was comforted with text messages and phone calls from the one who claims my heart's desire. With God's grace, I heard the message in the storm.

Prayer and speaking things as though they were not...WHEW! actually works. The trick is, being ready when God presents it to you.

Anywho, on a sunny Saturday, I met a gentlemen who spoke to me about the Lord and every conversation thereafter we acknowledge Him. Following the candid converstations about WHATEVER were nightly prayers together, daily emails, daily text messges, daily pictures and confirmation of thoughts flowing from his lips without me ever saying a word to him. Be equally yoked is nothing to play with. It is not just a saying, it is a lifestyle.

Ordinarily, I'd include this in a private journal. However, I am noble and for the first time EVER, I wear my heart online and give God the Glory for Love's Renaiassance. It has to start somewhere, so, I am starting here and now. May God richly bless you all in love and life. This is the beginning of a non-fiction love story. "

To the one who keeps me smiling daily...
A . Brown Girl Exclusive
by Yolonda D. Coleman

You are my Romeo, my black knight, my Tea Cake
As my eyes were watching God, you captured me from the enemy,
you love me without fearing death
And in doing so,
The Son shines brightly on us whispering untold stories
of what our love will become...

The earth is our stage
and we stand in the spotlight of the stars
as God reveals to us each moment
where we'll stand at curtain's call.

We've spent many years rehearsing with actors
preparing for dress rehearsals and making sure our
lines were flawless...
When it's time to take center stage, will we remember
all that we've learned?
Or
Will we write a new script tailored just for our moment
with no cuts, no do overs, no understudies to take our place
no set
Just the bareness of our souls meeting for the first time
speaking only truth of what we've always known but never
had a chance to realize?

You are my Romeo, my black knight, my Tea Cake As my eyes were watching God, you captured me from the enemy, you love me without fearing death
And in doing so, The Son shines brightly on us whispering untold stories of what our love will become...
I am a City Girl with Southern Roots. I am waiting in God's hand while you prepare to bring me home...it gets no deeper south than you.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Cupid's Day...






I was so surprised to hear so many people throwing darts at Cupid. With just a cloth to cover his bottom, it had turned as red as an apple because of the many spankings he received for trying to spread love.

Instead of being bitter and giving off the energy of Scrooge because I don't have an earthly love to call my own, I've realized that if you're not happy within yourself, no amount of love from someone else will bring you the joy of those you see in public holding hands with a glow in their eyes. Though I am not in a relationship, I want to solute my forever Valentine's today!

Grandma, when I entered the world, you all but killed the nurse (smile). No one was ready for my arrival. Seemingly, Mom was the only one who knew before March 31st. Nevertheless, you reared me and took care of me while you allowed her to finish school. We had some very special moments. I can't comb my hair without thinking of your red, hard plastic comb. OUCH! Now that was love...Thank you for always getting on me when I don't call like I'm supposed to. If for no other reason, you let me know that I'm cared about even when I can't slow down. I love you.

My cousin, Kevin - You always show me what I should expect from my mate. Though we are family, you give me the same courtesy as the woman you will one day call wife. You are concerned about my general well being, surprise me with uplifting words and always remember that with joy comes pain---not a bad way to segue into sharing your Frankie Beverly and Maze tickets. Can't wait to jam with you in Jacksonville!

All of my aunts and Candy too - If there is a plate to be eaten, you share it with me. If there is a relationship topic I need an answer to, you are their to give me advice. If there are clothes to be worn, you give me the shoes to match. I am glad Mommy left me in your care! From Connecticut to Maryland, you ladies are the bestest!

All my uncles - You are the most amazing men in my life! You are a looking glass for high expectations. If I expect too much from my mate, it's because I'm used to being treated well by you. How could I expect any less?

Cousins Rita and Greg - Even when I'm not looking, you're supporting me. You believe in my work in such a way that your stamp of approval is like God saying, "Okay, my child, commence to be successful." Thanks for being a part of my life. I love you guys!

My girls for life: I didn't have to ask, Leslie, Kisha and Tracy, ladies you just showed up in Orlando on April 5, 2005 to simply stand as we celebrated my favorite lady. Khalilah, next to Kevin, you're about the only person I could live with in this world. You understand me more than I understand myself. I am excited to know that we still have many more years of roomy tales to share. Ronnie, I'm still choked up on my bridesmaide gift. Please know that was, by far, my most favorite present ever from a bride. Mama Respass, you're my #1 visitor in the big "W." I borrowed you from another friend and I proudly call you sister. I'm on top of things when it comes to matters of the heart, because of your great advice. Hey, you got what you wanted, so I'm hanging on to every one of the words you say. Ladies, you're friends for life. Tara, when all I had was a car and the things in it, you opened your door for me to live until I got myself together. You have no idea how much that meant to me. Rebecca, you have been my Yoda since day 1. The bond we have and left in Florida and the Bahamas was nothing buy God sent. I'm glad I had my first cruise and girl trip with you. What a time we had with...what's their names...lol. Rhonda and Je'Ree, it's both your fault I've advanced my technology beyond email. And I am glad (whew). You've both been in my corner and accepting of my crazy ways, Thanks for letting me be me. The JuJu and The Tindle, though space has separated us, let's continue to keep the dream of one day having sanity alive. Jeanty, you're among my newest of friends. Girl, you keep me laughing. I guess that makes you my funny Valentine. I love you girls.

My Coffeedreamz Children and Little Sister - I don't care what's going on in my day, seeing you, hugging you, hearing your voices takes me into a world of unbreakable peace. The world is better because you are in it. Expect tears this graduation day. They will be tears of joy!

Nathan Wesley Jones - Our history goes back to John's Creek at Hampton University (1995). But one night in particular you held my hand through a time most people would have taken advantage of...It was the night of my first drink. Head swimming and stomach dancing, you took me up to the top deck of the ship that sailed the rivers of Norfolk. Your only concern---my personal safety. Lastly, nothing tops that New Edition video medley you put together. I cherish it. That DVD kept my party going. Thank you for all your efforts over the years. Thank you for concentrating on me (smile).

Tilea, you are as sweet as they come in sports. On and off the courts, you are a star. I look to your success to remind me that I have a destiny to follow. We'll forever share the same Norwegian slippers together (lol). I love you, cuz!

Welcome to 21, cousin Los. Here's to many more. Thank you for always being a reasonable ear when I need it. I hold on to YOUR words, Unfortunately, a lot of guys asre going to miss out on a great woman." You inspire me to greatness. In the end, someone will be proud to take me off your hands...and hold me in theirs.

Cedric, I know how much your Myspace page means to you, but thanks for always seeing me to my care after my visits at the crib. We still have the Lincoln Memorial to see.

Tiara and Centae, you give me reason to be on the straight and narrow. I know that you're coming up as young ladies and I have to be an example to follow. So, when I pose nude for Dove soap, know that it's art (smile).

Malik, I love your innocence. Thanks for always making me feel welcomed at the Jackson house.

My BAB Alumni - "We are a family like a giant tree...Okay, was I the only one in Dream Girls standing up and singing. Brought back so many memories. I tell you...I look at students today and their measurement for excellence is, "Shoot, I got a D. I passed." We were each other's roll models...seeking to be #1 in all we did. A C...shoot, a B for that matter, was NEVER good enough for us. LOL We even competed to see who could get the most community service hours. People will continue to talk about us and the wonderful program that made us who we are today. Is anyone doing poorly? Think about that and be proud of the legacy we followed and left behind. I am because you challenged me to be a better student and person. I owe the success of my writing career now and in the future to three people, Candice Bobo, Kenji Jasper and Mark Jennings. You were my first favorite contemporary writers.

Lance, thank you for helping me to always believe in love...in part because you always show me.

Tony, what would a year be without our annual dinner. No matter what happens in our lives, let's keep that tradition going.

Hampton Alumni - The person who is credited for saying "At Hampton you make friends for life," never lied. Every networking opportunity I have had since graduation involved a Hampton grad some how. I don't care who is "The Real HU," I just know Hampton is the most progressive HU. Does it get any better than a pirate? Here's the thing, if you won't give us an opportunity, we take it and make it "Do what it do, baby!" EYE! EYE! Captains! In the words of our wonderful president, "Let's Get On With It!"

Gamma Iota with a special shout to those Divas of Spring '97, I love your for all of your hand holding, head perming when the kithen was rough, pats on the back, dinner company, just because you're my sister selves. I went from an only child to...I ran out of fingers to count how many sisters I have. Continue the legacy. Mawiyah, I still have the plates you gave me. Using them on this snowy day to eat WAFFLES! Sherri, if you hadn't written that letter...well, I'd still be able to call you sister but...well you know...No Delta (smile).

Papa Ron - You are the reason I can call myself an Alumna of Hampton...the reason I can call myself an initiate of the Gamma Iota Chapter of Delta Sigma Theta...the reason I was able to build upon my communication skills. You are the reason when I look at my wardrobe and I only see black that I quickly make a note to self that I have to get some color in my closet. "Black people look great in color," I remember you saying on the set of "Teen Summit," I never forgot that. I love you and thank you for being my first mentor.

Todd B - Did you know you were the first person to interview me as an adult? It was regarding my poem, "Peach Tree." For the life of me, I can't find the cassette the poem is on. Just know, even without the evidence, I never forgot. Thanks for always giving me love. I will continue being a devoted listener.

Sistahs Keyona, Postell and Darlene, you keep me grounded. If ever the three of us are in the same space, people will honestly think we have the same parents. You are my voices of reason. I admire the women you are. Thank you for being in my life.

One Luv and the Luv Lounge Family, you spread love each week with me. Thanks for allowing me to share your rib! Uh...Dwayne...I'm over due for my appointment (smile).

Russell Padgett - What more could a little sister ask for? You are the bomb! What was supposed to be an initial real estate visit turned out to be a family reunion. Thank you for all you are to me. You stuck with me from close to Florida to book signing to close again...and like Puffy, we ain't gonna stop!

Russell West - One stage brought us closer, but past experiences keep us friends. I still have my birthday card from last year. I remember opening it in my car. You might as well say that was the beginning of the NE concert for me...I can't wait to celebrate your wedding this year. Rachel is blessed to have you.

Pernell, when haven't you made me feel like a lady? I'll never forget my first time entering the walls of Collegiate and my first meeting. You greeted me with a camera. And during the ice breaker your life's goal was to become a great husband and father. You set a trend for me to hear those words from the one I will call husband some day.

Larvacious One - You taught me how to rediscover my city. For that, I am greatful. Even when we argue, we're still friends. I love you, man.

Derrick, man it's been over 20 years since I've known you. You're stuck with me now (smile). Thank you for always calling me, "Lady" and making me feel like one.

Milah, let's face it, we really are sisters. There isn't enough space on here to go down memory lane. Let's just say, I'm glad our friendship has survived it all (smile).

Papa Kaggwa - You believe in me when I need that extra push in my craft. You make me want to be a better writer. For that, I am extremely indebted to you. Thank you.

GOING WAY BACK NOW: Ramp - I want to go on record and give your wife a compliment: She is the luckiest girl in all of Hawaii. I admire the love you have for Sky. Your happiness shines through in your wedding pictures. I remember the beginning of your relationship and was glad to know that through it has lasted. You still make it work. Thank you both for showing me how love can stand the test of time.

Ntu - It doesn't matter what I need, you are the Director of Things I Cannot Do. You helped me reach a group of students who, on any given day, fought me. I couldn't be more proud of their progress. A large part of who they became is because of you. Of above and beyond any success I might achieve this school year, your visits helped me achieve the impossible.

Danzell - You are a gentleman's gentleman! Your mom and dad did something spectacular when they made you. I'll never forget one afternoon we stepped out for lunch. It was raining and you shared your hat with me. That single, simple gesture meant so much to me. You are, without a doubt, a super Kappa. You think of others first without even knowing it.

Foster, the world is really small when we're in it together. As you following your "Regular Dude" dreamz, I will continue to support you in your endeavors. See them through, men. When all you desire is accomplished, I’ll be the Goofy Sweet cheerleader with a bow in her hair clapping for you. Thanks for reintering my life.

Pegues - From the first moment we met, you were more than a star! Thanks sharing a smile even when it hurts to do so.

Phillip - As much as I am a mentor to you, you have certainly been of great help to me. Thank you for stepping in when most people are afraid to do what's right. You're well on your way to gaining back all that you lost. I appreciate you.

Bailey - You always make me step up to the plate in the fashion industry. You set trends and send me to the store. Thanks for helping me bring "Sexy Back," and redefining my inner me.

Richardson - Of all the people who came to my house warming party, I was particularly glad to see you. You have know idea how warm you made my heart. You have been so supportive of my endeavors. I couldn't ask for a better supervisor.

Mark - Do you remember our first conversation? I was but 15 and you were still 14. It was a three-way conversation. I never knew that 15 plus years would make up our friendship. Regardless of where we are in the world, your ear and your heart are always opened to me. I honor the friend you are to me. Your babies are blessed to have you as a father!

My favorite couple: The Strains. I could go on and on about you...but others would be jealous. Continue to be a blessing. Though the road gets rough sometime, remember that you can NEVER separate! You're like Celie and Nettie (smile) "You and Me Us Neva Part..." Thanks for the advice and leading me in a direction that is a blessing. I love you guys!

JB, the word love was best seen in the eyes of Mommy. I'm glad we've become better friends and father and daughter over the past 2 years. I appreciate you and love you. Regardless of how long it took us to get here...we're here and there is no time greater than the present. Your advice is invaluable. You're still hear, like you said, to make sure I'm okay...but I don't want to be selfish, there are others who are better because of you. Never forget that!

Since there are so many people I have not named, this space if reserved for you: (There are so many I have not named...this is for: Thank you for supporting me with Sugar Rush: Love's Liberation (From Freeman's Barbershop, to Judine, to my favorite Portsmouth Book Club, to the Butler/Warren family, shoot...everone who helped me to make the movement for love real). It's a fight writing what's right. I refuse to give up. From Friendship Collegiate (DC) to Discovery Academy at Lake Alfred (FL).

Super Star Ladies in the House of F.A.M.E. (Teri, Hazel, Whiting, Fergie), keep on loving what you do. I'm in the audience cheering you on to stardom!

To My House members (2003-2004) - We're like Atlantis, there will only be tales of our existence but few will remember the truth. There is no one like you. Thank you for great years! Pickett, Frazier, Fergie, Tanya, Mireille and Lynne.

Emerald Forest, I miss you guys. Give me a few years, I'll be back on the block looking like my mom. Don't be scared, it's just her face I borrowed...(smile).

Ken, Sheila, Brian and Anita, thank for you adopting me into your family. We're at the beginning stages, but there is a long road ahead of us. To the TOP, I say! TO THE TOP!

To the first man I ever loved and love to no end this day: (drum roll)
My Grandpa! I love you for all you are to me. We both lost the only person we shared in common, but through her spirit our love continues to be unbreakable. There is only one whose love compares to yours...God.

To Those Who are Gone but not forgotten: The seed who planted me, the womb that carried me, the man whose life was a testimony even while policing the city and the girl whose life changed mine...thank you for being the angels who look out for me.

Happy Valentine's Day to you all! If you were not listed, please charge it to my head and not my heart. I'm blessed.

Love always,
Your Favorite Brown Girl

Saturday, February 03, 2007

MY FIRST PAIR OF JEANS IN 12 YEARS: This one is personal



copyright (c) 2007

It was September 1995, I was shopping for a new outfit to wear to a birthday party. Until then, I thought I had quite a bit of style and considered myself somewhat "hot," for a 19 year old with curves. In my best attempts to look "fly," along the way, I was told I was "big." Little did I know that year and the 11 years following I would begin to conceal all that God gave me behind the color black, dark blues and any shade that would hide...well, me.

In my mid twenties, I was again falling into an abyss of the fashion world down under. My wardrobe was shot to hell. Life seemed to be plummeting and so did my esteem. Even an attorney I befriended said, "You're too fine to dress like an old lady." Every so often, I'd get out of my oversized shirts, long skirts and penny loafers to wear something more fitting...it was black of course.

When I lived in Florida, I had no choice but to wear shorts---mostly 'cause it was hot. I'd leave the house, however, as the sun was setting. I was a mirage walking Downtown Disney. I met someone who found me attractive, but my hair was not dark enough to keep his attention. My curves were just right for hugging, but my soul, was too indigo blue to keep him interested.

From the neck up, I was confident. Any thing below the baby lump of my Adam's apple was questionable---in my head. It's funny, that for someone who has so much to be thankful for, I lusted after a body that was made for TV and not be content with the body that was made for me.

THREE MOMENTS IN RECENT HISTORY THAT CHANGED MY LIFE:

1. "Ma'am, are you pregnant?" The Wal*Mart clerk asked in an effort to get me some assistance with my bags. I looked down at my belly in disgust. I smiled at her because she didn't know I was eating myself into my second tri-mester. What she saw was probably some fast food that gave me fast gain aeound my mid-section.

2. Upon my return from Florida, God blessed me with the opportunity to get my job back. One of my mentees was so very excited to see me. The first thing she wanted to know was, "OOH, what are you having." My heart dropped. I replied, "I'm not pregnant." She said, "No, seriously, what are you having." To her disappoint, I replied the same. "Well, don't wear that shirt anymore." It has been put away since.

3. My womb was in jeopardy. I had to seek medical attention. For me not to be pregnant, I sure had a lot of pain in my pelvic area. Fibroids. Cysts. Possible Endometriosis. The Dr. touched my belly and it felt like there was a placenta in it.
"What did you eat today," he'd ask with each visit. My response usually included something with cheese. "I can tell. It's still in you." By the the third visit, we had both had enough. NO MORE CHEESE!

Since January 4, 2007---I have been cheese, chocolate, coffee and Coka Cola Free...apparently, these have been the sources I turned to during my depressive moments when I wasn't so confident in myself. These 4 Cs understood me when mere words kept me from holding my head up high when the only thing a man was feeling my thighs. These 4 Cs comforted me when I looked at cable and desired fame so that I could look just like the TV girls with plastic surgery or some expensive trainer. These four Cs were my heroin that I had to let go, because there is an impossible love I wanted to share with my unborn seeds. I had to let go of the Cs that would ultimately kill me and my babies to be. I had to let go for me.

Since 30 is the new 20, I've reclaimed those 12 years of being ashamed of my body and added one year for good measure. I made some lifestyle changes more befitting of my style. I am beautifully and wonderfully made to be me in jeans, sun dresses or simply nothing at all. As Valentine's Day approaches, I am going to celebrate every woman who has ever felt ashamed of their body because of standards the entertainment industry has set, they didn't meet the standards of the man they cared about who made them feel inferior to those industry standards or simply never took the time to just appreciate the skin they live in.

Raise your belts, ladies: Here's to good genes: Thicke or Thin. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!

What's next for this Brown Girl? Cardio, I have to work on my heart. I want to be ready for the one God has planned for me so we can beat as one. I love my genes and I hope to have a pair to share with him.

All of my love,
A. Brown Girl

Wanna Know What Blessed Looks Like?






Days before this picture was taken, it was filled with three tubs of butter, a peanut butter and jelly combo in a jar, some bread and eggs that were probably about to hatch into chicken. Then, love stepped in.

The love of family and friends came to the aid of this hungy refrigerator after a potluck Christmas. All the time and preparation was worth the final result. The hosue was filled with laughter, joy and love. There was more food and fellowship one person could handle and an adage reminds us to pay it forward. The blessing of love and good spirits fed a total of 29 people over a period of three days. And you know what, there was still more to share.

The full refrigerator is a symbol of sowing seeds to reap a harvest. I truly understand what it means for a cup to run over. Some of its contents will spill over...and you won't have enough paper towels to catch it.

Be blessed in 2007.

A. Blessed Brown Girl