I have a new attitude to start the week. A new determination if you will. A new goal. Sometimes, we need to reset our own programs just so we can get things right.
I saw Top Gun: Maverick this weekend, and I really want to talk about it, but I feel like I need to watch it again to fully digest it and get my thoughts together.
Coincidentally, I just joined AMC’s A-List Stubs program, so I get three free movies a week. This worked out.
Today I called my mom to ask her a question, and she told me that she was really sad today. I asked her why, and she said the news about the Buffalo shooting had really upset her.
“All those women were older Black women just going for groceries in a store they fought to have in their neighborhood,” she said, her voice cracking.
I tried to soothe her, but what can you say, really?I know it hit home for her because she’s in her 70s. I know the thought occurred to her that it could easily be her in a store one day.
The people in that store were targeted because they were Black. That is horrifying to think about, but it is definitely our American reality.
I’m scared for all of us. You never know where one of these people may show up and decide to pull something like this.
I listened to my mother sob today, the fear in her voice, and there was really nothing I could say to make her feel better.
I told her not to spend her entire day feeling sad, but how do you prevent that when we live in this country
A country where they won’t legislate guns, but they will legislate the private decisions women make with their bodies.I just wanted to give her a hug and tell her it was going to be all right. But we all know that’s a lie. It’s going to get worse.Love your people and hold on to them tight.
Remember kids, you can’t be “a part” of something if you are “apart” from it.
These mean two different things, and they aren’t interchangeable.
“A part” is inclusive. “Apart” is exclusive.
I hope this helps.
I had a Petco bag with Lady’s old leash and harness in it (I bought her new ones) as well as some new bully sticks for later. I left it on the side of my ottoman when we came in.
Tell me why this little heffa sniffed out the bully sticks, went in the bag and got one, took it to her bed, peeled off the label herself (!!!!!) and is currently enjoying it as I type this?
She is very pleased with herself, and I’m just like “She’s too smart for her own good.”
Today, a friend informed me that I am quoted in a book they are currently reading called What We Don’t Talk About When We Talk About Fat, by Aubrey Gordon. She cited my article I wrote Quantasia Sharpton, the woman who sued Usher for giving her herpes. When her lawsuit was originally reported, people laughed it off and said there was no way Usher would sleep with a fat woman like that. I disagreed.
Bring back personal blogging.