Speak Sister Speak

I've often wondered what love would sound like if it had a sound. Throughout my life I often believed that it would sound like a Stevie Wonder love song. Oh but how wrong I was. Tonight while listening to Michelle Obama speak so candidly about her love for the man she fell in love with nineteen years ago, I truly found out what love sounds like.

As I watched this woman, this remarkably regal woman, stand there and speak with a passion and conviction strong enough to move a mountain I was moved to tears. Listening to this beautiful, statuesque SISTER stand there and talk about her daughters, whom she referred to as "the heart of her heart" I was touched. I shuddered hearing her speak those words. At that point I realized that she is just like me, a woman who lives for her children; and it was then that I knew that a change really is about to come.

Her words most certainly did not fall on deaf ears. It did not go unnoticed that the words grace and blessed fell from her lips as she spoke on the compassion of "her husband". I always knew where they stood as it relates to spirituality but she made sure that EVERYONE knew that her and her husband have a strong rooted love in God and that is why they are walking this fight humbly but with a sense of nobility and pride.

This prolific woman who could easily be our sister, cousin, aunt, first lady or friend exudes a warmth that is unparalleled. Even through the television let our military families know that she realizes that every night when they say grace there is an empty spot at the table and she empathizes with them and believes that the change that her husband will bring will be a comfort to them. SPEAK SISTER SPEAK

Although she could not allow all her passion to roll down her cheeks it was there with every word of praise and every reflection of their life. There are no words to define all the emotions and feelings that ran through my body during the course of this speech; but seeing all the different women in the audience moved to tears, like myself, spoke volumes and made me realize that this speech had transcended color and economic means and spoke to the HEARTS of the people. SPEAK SISTER SPEAK

For those of you who watched did you notice that she failed to look at the teleprompter? Why, because this strong woman came from her heart and she didn't need any help to speak about the heart of the man that she loves with every fiber of her being. Being the proud American that she is she reminded us that this week marks the 88th anniversary of women winning the right to vote and the 45th anniversary of Dr King’s, I have a Dream speech. How appropriate. SPEAK SISTER SPEAK

As she finished off with an amazing quote that we should all teach our children, "The only limit to the height of our achievements is the limit of our dreams and a willingness to achieve them." I realized that this truly is what love sounds like and ironically the song that marked the end of her speech was, Isn't She Lovely. A STEVIE WONDER LOVE SONG.

SPEAK SISTER SPEAK

Mother Daughter Time

For the first time since my daughter has been born I took a day off from work to spend time with her. It was probably one of the best days of my life and I'm so glad I did it. Generally, I give my daughter my Saturdays and of course Sundays are family days.

For all of you who have little ones I believe you are probably QUITE familiar with The Backyardigans. Well if you didn't know they are on tour. Everytime they come on my baby sings along and dances with them and just totally stops everything she's doing. Well one night I went to Nickelodeon's website and found out that they were going to Waco. Waco, is about 2 hours from me but I decided I'd get up early that morning and take the drive so my baby could see The Backyardigans. God, that was one of the best choices I made in my life. When we got there Jordy could not stop smiling and laughing. She was beside herself with joy. Afterwards we went and ate (at Mickey D's) and played in the jungleyard. When we got back we went and got our hair done. Well I got my hair done and my hairdresser put some oil in her scalp and ran the blowdryer on cool and blew it over her body. LOL Later on we got our toes done with pink and white flowers. You know what, Jordy wasn't the only person that was excited that day.

I posted this to say that I know when you are a career mom that it's really hard to balance work and life but somehow we have to find the time to do it all. As we climb up that corporate ladder we have to remember that we have to climb in the sandbox from time to time and play Barbie and Dora with our little princesses.

So in closing ladies pull our your dayplanners and pda's right now and schedule AT LEAST four MD (mommy daughter days) for you and your little one. Remember she will only be this age for a year.

Love and Harmony!

Okay, I love my sisters in spirit but sometimes, like today, I really apreciate the fact that I am an only child. I just recently wrapped up a play that I've been doing. The producers are looking for sponsors so they decided to film it. During one of our breaks we got into a heated debate/discussion regarding the "n" word. As I've stated before that's not one of my favorite words. I don't like it. I don't care in what context it's used the bottom line is that I'm offended by it. You could be as white as snow or black as tar, no one has the right to use that word.

Now I know that Whoopie Goldberg told America on the view the other week that "we" own that word and therefore can use it. But she's a lie and anyway who is going to listen to an African American named "Goldberg". She is the last person we need to represent us. Whoopie please! During a heated debate with Elizabeth, Whoopie kept saying the N word to further press the point that she was entitled to use the word but her non African American counterparts weren't. Barbara Walters should have fired her tail on the spot. But what would have been wild is that if that would have happened Whoopie would have probably claimed that she was being discriminated against. Hmmm......I wonder if she felt that way when she and her ex, Ted Danson, decided to go out in blackface and do a vaudeville. Oh.......but that's a whole nother conversation.

Anyway as I was stressing in a room full of black people how wrong it is for anyone to use the word. I was in the minority. I found it so amazing. This was a very diverse room of people. There were people in their with J.D's all the way down to GED's. But nonetheless I was in the minority. To each his own. As long as we can respect one another we are all entitled to our opinions. Then one sister decides to say that "she thinks she's white". WOW me I think I'm white. Now mind you this is a sister who was wearing a shade of makeup that was Michael Jackson #5, with Cabbage Patch cornsilk weave, and a pair of blue contacts who has admittedly had work done and the icing on the cake is that her spouse is WHITE....... but I THINK I'M WHITE. Yeah okay.


Her argument is that you can use the word with an A on the end and it gives it another meaning. Whatever....I hate when people justify the word with that old stupid azz double meaning mess. But back to me being white. Please. You know I really feel like this. I try hard not to call anyone something that I wouldn't want another person to call my child. When I raised that point during this "very interesting" debate my comments were noted but didn't change the tone or point of opinion. But that's never my goal. My goal is to always engage in heated but respectful debates.

Maybe tomorrow I can talk about black girls who wear contact lenses and blonde weaves. Wonder who I'll interview!