She's Gone and She Won't be Back, Well Somewhat.

Moving on is the process of creating your future. If you don’t find yourself moving on then your present will suggest that you are stuck in the past and unless it was the bomb, without regrets, you must be very depressed right now.

Although my future seems to have been the past repeated “same shit, different day” scenarios for the last ten years, I have to admit the different environments give me a sense optimism. Maybe things will be different this time and I won’t make the same mistakes again is the game plan. As applied to my recent bold moves, I can only say so far so good.

Throughout my life, I have been told by instructors, mentors, and elders that everyone learns from their mistakes but in my experiences, I have found that this is not true. What if the individual has no accountability and lacks hindsight? How many people do you know that when questioned about making the same mistake again, their response is just the sad “I know”. Well not me, I am that once bitten, twice shy kind of woman.

Where am I going with all this? Well I am in a much better place right now. Everything is new but not unfamiliar so adapting is a cinch. I know where I am headed and I see nothing but success in my present future. I’ve moved on, and the change in environment doesn’t intimidate me. So why am I constantly looking into my not so distant past? I am not sure if I am making sure I dotted every “I” and crossed every “T” but whatever it is, I hope that one day my past will stop haunting me and moving on will not include the reflection of my past.

I Know That's RIght, Apology Accepted!

I know that Mr. Cosby would appreciate any apology, so I will accept it in his absence.

Why would I do such a thing you all ask? Well, as a wife and mother of five, I could relate to EVERYTHING that Mr. Cosby has bitched at the Black community about in the last two years. I know what it means to be more than a responsible parent, I am a ACCOUNTABLE parent, and in this day in age, you need both to keep your kids in line.

I have a 15 year-old son, who has kissed a girl, looked a a soft smut film, and believe it or not, he is a virgin. And I also know how many times he's been absent or late, and he currently has a C average. Now how many hood derived parents could attest to that?

I lived in a lot of Hoods in my life. I currently live in a White hood and believe me, Mr. Cosby should have had a word or two for these parents also. Sex, pregnancy, crime, drugs, underage drinking, and violence surround all children, in the streets, music, television, and video games. How our children get overexposed to these outlets is the parents fault, in my and his opinion. Teaching values and ethics is my job, not the industry. I am accountable for my child's rearing, and I take it very seriously.

More parents should engage their children's lives. Find out what is on their minds. Discuss what media interests them. Watch and listen to what interest them. Keep the lines of communication open and you will have better, not complete, control of their actions.

Mr. Cosby has always been there for the children of the hood, hell he made a show to display that they have interests, education, and honor amongst their fellow brother (and sister, wasn't Russell/Bucky a Gal? Who could tell under all dem clothes!).

Anywho, thanks to everyone that showed the Cos some love, and next time you nay-sayers want to rip him a new one, ask me first!

Could I Be a Better Poster Child?

I suffer from diabetes and hypertension and I have to say that it began in good ole Barbecue, fried fish, as a matter of fact, fried everything Kansas City Missouri.

One pregnancy, and now a life-altering illness. It took Luther, Barry and many other Black icons away from us, and I am sure that a few of you lost a aunt, uncle or grandparent. Really, I know you may have lost more.

Diabetes and Hypertension are also known as the "Silent Killer" because you feel fine, although you are dying slowly. A huge hint of diabetes is the thirst. Hypertension, honestly there is no way of knowing, well until you are about to have a stroke or heart attack.

Get yourself checked. Shoot, go to the house of that family member that has a cuff or a glucose meter and check. You can also call the American Diabetes Association, or the Heart and Stroke Foundation to find various health check clinics.

You only have one life to live. Don't let food and a lack of exercise cut it short, unless you are a lazy, indulgent glutton and you are into that kind of thing.