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Matters of the Heart <3: when children don't see skin color...

Matters of the Heart <3: when children don't see skin color...

I’m exhausted.

Seriously.  The media, law enforcement, #BlackLivesMatter, racism, broken relationships, networking, webinars, allergies, editing, I mean this list can go on and on. **in my Erykah Badu voice**

I’m not able to wrap my head around the level of hate that is going on around the world.  Over the last week with the murders of two black men by the hands of police in Louisiana and Minnesota, that lead to the protests in cities across the US that resulted in police officers being wounded and killed in Dallas.

For a quick second I wanted to be granted the capability of phoning a friend from history to come back, give us instructions on how to unify the nation, and then disappear.  SO UNREALISTIC but I honestly thought “What would Dr. King or Malcolm X do?”

This is a matter of the heart.  All of our hearts.  These practices begin at home.  I’ll give you an example.  I was volunteering in the neighboring town over the weekend for their annual art festival.  My hometown is predominately black, and the neighboring town is predominately white, separated by a bridge…stay with me.

I was outside directing traffic for the artists, and a couple is walking towards me with their child in a stroller.  The child had to be about one or two years old.  Every one that passed the family before me was white, I was the only black person on the block.  Do you know what that child did when he saw me?  Take a guess.

He began to smile and wave.  The same as he did everyone else.  That child saw a person that he had the free will to speak to in hopes of receiving the same in return.

With everything that has happened over the past week I experienced a wave of emotions.  Dr. King, Malcolm X, Medgar Evers, and countless others gave their lives in order for there to be equality among the races.  The greatest leader of all times (JESUS) performed miracles, and we forget that we have the power to create change.

Our country/world is in the fight for our lives, and it still comes back to the same thing.  What’s in your heart?

When I created the characters for my children’s book, The Alleykats I wanted to display diversity to the masses. I know everyone is not equipped to be a leader, but every small step counts.  What can you do today to bridge the gap?  Look at your community.  How can you give back? Give back to someone that looks like you, and talk to someone who doesn’t look like you.

This problem didn’t happen overnight, but we do have to work at finding the solution to unify us all.

One more thing…when you hear #BlackLivesMatter it doesn’t mean that others don’t.  It simply means that black lives matter TOO! Don’t forget about or count us out.

Until next time…Spread a little more love, and clean out the hate in your heart.





It’s important to affirm yourself daily.  Stand in the mirror; say to yourself, “I AM THE GREATEST!”

On Friday, I viewed the funeral procession for Muhammad Ali live on ESPN.  Ali spent the last decade planning his funeral, and I must say it was everything that he represented.  His final ride through his hometown, and finally resting at Cave Hill Cemetery in Louisville, Kentucky left everyone in awe.

The pride and love from residents and fans left me speechless.  There is one memory that was expressed by Ali’s daughter Hana that I will never forget:

“My father would have a recurring dream years ago. He dreamed that he was running down Broadway Ave in Louisville. He said people were waving and cheering. He waved back. Then it just stopped. He began to fly.”

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Storytelling is great because I believe they are our way to keep those special moments/memories alive.  It seems as though the best stories are always told once a person has transitioned from mortal to immortal.  Over the past week on social media, and through various interviews the world was able to express their special memories of Muhammad Ali.  Especially the classic line from one of my favorite movies, “His mama named him Clay, umma call him Clay.”   Can you guess the movie? Lol.

I was able to meet Ali when he resided in a neighboring town when I was a little girl. My memory was when he singled my sister and I out to come and greet him at the Berrien County Youth Fair. One of those, “who me?” moments.  Out of all the people walking around at the fair he wanted to greet us.  It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it.  To so many people he was a legend, I mean seriously he was the greatest to ever do it, but he was truly a gentle giant.

Ali was unafraid and unapologetic.  He believed in equality and justice, both in and out of the boxing ring.  He didn’t care about your religious background, color, or any other preference.  He just wanted everyone to be treated fairly.

After the tragic event that occurred in Orlando over the weekend I think it’s time that we ALL take a long look in the mirror.  Love on ourselves and each other.  Remind ourselves that we are the greatest.  You are the best possible you that only YOU CAN BE!  In this moment, you are striving to live a better life and don’t apologize for being you.  Daily we strive to be more Christ like, and we also fail in many areas but the main thing is that we keep trying.  We can never be the GREATEST person that ever walked this earth, but we can sure try to be the greatest version of ourselves.