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I’m a Bibliophile

I’m just gonna say it. Ebooks are not the same! Yes, they are convenient and are getting me through right now… english titles are hard to come by here in Cahuita, Costa Rica.

The current book I’m reading and I’m thankful, even though it’s on my screen.

There’s something about turning a physical page, the weight of the book in my hands, pretty bookmarks and the smell of books that I crave…

I think, as people begin to visit, that will be the toll: books!

Do you have a preference? Ebook or physical book and why?

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Posted by on April 17, 2022 in Reflection, writing


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The Water’s Fine!

I’m slowly dipping my toe back in…

It has been many months, longer if you count consistency. I haven’t been able to write. And it’s made me off- balance, not myself… There’s just been SO MUCH NOISE, I couldn’t. This is not something that you want to admit as a writer. But there it is, I said it!

And so I’m testing the water.

A few things changed that have freed me. I quit my job a year ago. (A job where I was attacked by microaggressions on a daily basis, not to mention ignored by the director of our group.) Then, and this is a big one, I moved. My son and I relocated to Costa Rica. Right?!?? I said it was big. It’s what my soul needed. The United States stopped working for my family years ago: its racism, violence and frenetic pace were crushing us.

Now, I’ve joined a Black Writer’s Group. I revived my blog. I’m dusting off my four, copyrighted poetry books…

And I’m feeling goooood (nod to Nina Simone).

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Posted by on February 26, 2022 in Career, Family, Reflection, writing


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Have You Seen My Mojo? 

I lost it somewhere between August when my 8 year-old started asking me questions about Trump and December when I still had a real-life Michael Scott (fictional character of The Office) as a director. Good news is Scott is gone! I think you know the bad news.

I have not posted in a long time. I have not written (aside from work) in a long time. For me, that’s a bad spot… I managed to  eek out a poem to my love, David, for his birthday but it was a struggle. 

I am uninspired. Not surprising, but no less disturbing. Oh, there are plenty of constipated thoughts in my head but they want to stay. I almost posted after I finally made it to the National Museum of African American History and Culture this month, but even that never happened. 

I don’t like this mental space. It’s unhealthy and I don’t know the cure. Ideas are welcome. 

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Posted by on March 1, 2017 in Health, Real Talk, Reflection, writing


There Are Still Good People

This Tweet halted my late-morning Hootsuite headline scan.



I clicked the short link and read the article, periodically wiping my tearing eyes. This is an excerpt from Deborah Greene’s blog post.

Such stories give me hope. 🙂


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As I sit here and listen to an Artist Confidential of Natalie Cole on Sirius XM, I realize how remiss I was not to pay homage to her in a post.

As a child, I fell in love with her via Inseparable. She was – and always will be – a class act. I vividly remember her gowns that she would wear as a young woman performing. Despite her personal stumbles along the way, she is among the greats. She had huge shoes to fill whether she wanted to or not.

Her soon-to-be (at that time) husband wrote Inseparable after their first date; that must’ve been a helluva date! I also just learned that my FAVORITE song by her, Our Love, was written when she was pregnant.

She just gave great advice to an aspiring artist. Natalie was real, remarking that many in the industry today are not talented.

Follow the 10s. It’s okay to copy, music is for sharing…just make it your own. Be around people who are better at it… Get into writing.

Just now, she killed a cover of the Isley Brothers’ Don’t Say Good Night. Then performed a favorite from Sting. I regret that I never saw her live, but I’m thoroughly enjoying this exclusive.

Rest in peace to the unforgettable Natalie Cole.

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Posted by on January 4, 2016 in Music, women, writing



Radio Silence


I don’t think I’ve ever gone this long without posting.

Sometimes the world becomes overwhelming and I become withdrawn. Like I need to recharge or reboot to successfully interact. I usually write poetry to get back to an even keel, but the words did not come…

I’m searching for higher ground.


She Rocks Rough & Tough With Her Afro Puffs


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Seven-year-old Natalie McGriff is the creator of The Adventures of Moxie Girl, a comic book about a young, female superhero. McGriff won $16,000 for her creation at a crowdfunding festival in Jacksonville, Fla.

The protagonist is a girl who uses a magical shampoo that turns her curls into super-powered Afro puffs. Her mother revealed that Natalie was having problems loving her hair and that was the origin of the story.

I decided to help Natalie write this book because she was having self-esteem issues regarding her hair and she hated to read. She now realizes how powerful and awesome her hair is and that in order for her to write a cool book, she needs to read more books and learn different words. – mother, Angie Nixon

I will be ordering comic books for some young girls in my life and you can too, as well as other Moxie swag! Wanna see more in this series? Contribute today!

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Posted by on April 24, 2015 in Arts, Entreprenuership, Fun, Girls, writing, Youth


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Blurred Ethical Lines

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The family of Marvin Gaye has been awarded $7.3 million in a lawsuit against Robin Thicke, Pharrell Williams and TI regarding the song “Blurred Lines.” FINALLY.

I remember being floored when I first heard of the lawsuit, assuming that Gaye’s estate had been compensated for what I thought was a sample of “Got to Give It Up.” Blurred Lines’ huge popularity was due to its cross-generational appeal brought to you by Marvin Gaye; it would ignite a hand-dancing frenzy in my mother’s generation. Summertime gatherings blared this tune with great grand-children bopping along with Nana! There is no way that anyone could claim that this meteoric hit was not firmly planted in the baseline and vocals of Marvin Gaye. Period.

I am so disgusted. Thicke, Williams and TI are musicians and know the pride of creating something. Further, I know that they must be aware of the trials and tribulations historically faced by black songwriters and musicians who had their works repeatedly stolen. I have lost so much respect for Pharrell. As far as Thicke, I lost respect for him when he threw Pharrell under the bus early on, stating that any potential wrong doing was on Williams because he was too drunk, high and suffering from a broken heart when they recorded to be culpable. TI…whatever…

As I learned of the ruling, I wondered why the award was not larger; the original lawsuit was for $25 million. Apparently, Gaye’s copyright only applied to the sheet music for Got to Give It Up NOT Gaye’s vocals, background vocals or percussion…smdh… Call me pessimistic, but I am guessing Williams knew this going in (as he produced and wrote this “original” song). A joint statement from the trio:

While we respect the judicial process, we are extremely disappointed in the ruling made today, which sets a horrible precedent for music and creativity going forward. ‘Blurred Lines’ was created from the heart and minds of Pharrell, Robin and T.I. and not taken from anyone or anywhere else.


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Posted by on March 11, 2015 in Arts, History, Music, writing


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Mother to Son

First published in 1922, it seems apropos for today…the regrettable conversations many mothers must have with sons about the police, debates about My Brother’s Keeper programming…

Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landins,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

-Langston Hughes


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Phenomenal Woman


R.I.P. Maya Angelou
April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014

Writer, poet, mother, performer, activist. You made many fall in love with themselves.



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