Who says you can’t …

Be Fast While You’re Fasting!

Day three started off a bit rough. My energy was low, but still, NO cravings! Thank Goddess! After struggling to get up, I prepared my lemonade cocktail and showered. REFRESHED! Had I not promised to celebrate a friend’s born day, I could have stayed on my couch alllll day! I’m so glad I decided to go though! I had a blast. I discovered another level to my fasting. Today is day four and I am feeling quite energized. A night of dancing and mingling with friends and family gave an unexpected boost in energy!

I would like to share one other thing: Drinking a laxative herbal tea each morning and night keeps the waste moving. Those already familiar with the Master Cleanse know that it includes a sea salt drink at the beginning to serve as a natural colonic. Well, usually I do it only once because it is so difficult to get down! YUCK! The taste is horrible! I evidently neglected to totally eliminate in the past because I am still having bowel movements now that I am including a Smooth Move herbal tea every morning and night.

I thought I was in the clear (pun intended) whenever my stool turned light brown and watery after doing only one internal bath (2 table spoons of sea salt WITHOUT iodine in a quart of warm water). However, the cleanse does recommend doing the internal bath as often as possible while detoxing, so I should have known to drink an herbal laxative tea if I couldn’t stomach the sea salt drink. (TMI?  Well this is a CLEANSE!) LOL! The continuous eliminations may explain my increase in energy. And let’s not forget: A few dance MOVES.🕺🏾 

Happy B’Earth Day shout out to King Farrar and a special thank you to my cousin Brenda for always camera documenting! She is the Camera Boss Lady! Usually, her need to take photos is annoying, but she saved you from seeing toilet shots.  I’m sure you thank her as well! 

Day 2: No Desire

To eat anything…

Yeah, it is only day two, but I have done this quite a few times so I think I know my cravings well enough to do battle when they come for me. I obviously don’t know everything though. I have used the pictured citrus juicer for years when preparing my Master Cleanse drink. Last night, I decided to throw my half peeled lemon (with the white skin intact), dash of cayenne pepper and table-spoon of organic maple syrup in 8 ounces of water and blend it in my Magic Bullet! Wow! What a difference it made! You mean to tell me I have been manually wasting wrist power to squeeze juice and stir with a spoon all these years???! Not to mention, how many nutrients I have missed by not including the lemon’s white layer. The other bonus: IT WAS DELICIOUS! Now who’s to say my palate will react the same way by day seven? That’s usually around the time I’m just over the whole lemon drink meal! By that point, I’m satisfied by the simple smell of food and a glass of water to wash down the aroma! Who knows what this blended cocktail will bring this time. I’ll keep you posted of course!

50 is the New Retirement



You know, I’m beginning to think that 50 is the new retirement. Particularly for those of us who refuse to bite our tongues or pretend to go along to get along on jobs!  Regardless of how much longer many of us live or how much better we look, working until our mid-sixties just might be a thing of the past! Instead of working for someone else, maybe it’s our time to prepare for REINVENTION instead of retirement.  Yes!  By the 50th mark, it is time to volunteer, mentor or work for your damn self! I find the closer I get to 50, the harder it is to respect ill-prepared or premature young professionals in leadership positions. 

And it is not from a disrespectful, insubordinate or defiant space! I actually prefer STRONG AND ORGANIZED leadership… as loooooong as it is FAIR AND CONSISTENT!!!! I am all about following and respecting procedures and policies.  It’s just, around the 50th mark, most of us have seen and heard a lot! No! we are not perfect.  Old and lazy fools do exist! LOL!  However, as a highly trained and qualified professional and life-learner with thirty years of work experience, I am not interested in coddling the insecurities and inadequacies of young professionals while they are paid to lead and manage employees.  I have played many positions, earned multiple degrees, attended tons of trainings, worked in all types of environments, served all kinds of bosses and even performed in leadership roles myself. Needless to say, I may come off as challenging and intimidating, but not to an effective, qualified leader with management finesse and confidence.

Overall, EXPERIENCE usually equips us with hindsight and 20/20 vision when it comes to people, places and problems.  Unfortunately, working under those with minimum experience and shallow wisdom is like watching a brand new driver take the steering wheel, and putting the livelihoods of all her passengers in danger. The younger and inexperienced driver has read all of the latest driving books, attended the most popular drivers conferences/workshops and earned the required driver ed degrees. However, the young driver thinks mainly about the power behind the wheel, the excitement of driving for the first time or the final destination. The experienced driver, on the other hand, has already navigated the traffic jams, police stops, speed bumps and road detours.

And since brutal honesty can sometimes outweigh polite filters when spewed out the mouths of those in the 50+ club, experienced drivers might appear less patient. They nag and shout warnings, directions and shortcuts from their passenger side or back seat! And who likes a backseat or passenger side driver while they’re steering the wheel?  Yet, when has there ever been too many eyes watching the road?  Moreover, what’s competitive about people riding in the same car and arriving at the same place?  Why not take the advice of a traveler with more mileage?  Chances are,  ” They have already been where you’re trying to go”!

The Arch at My Back

A6082115-EFAF-46BC-87BF-6C7441720B52.jpegWhyyyyyyy do I constantly struggle with this on and off again relationship with St. Louis???? Instead of birthday plans, I’m plotting moves.  Where to this time? My soul seeks.  My spirit wrestles. I know all too well about happiness coming from within, but I’m not so sure I should discount my surroundings.  Places do contain energy.  Is not where I live connected to how I feel?

St. Louis is….oooooooh….I don’t know! Shit!  It is constantly up and down for me.  Here is what I do know for sure:  I don’t do much when I’m here.  My home is my haven.  It is really more like a security blanket.  I can go to any other city and immediately make connections and meet opportunities.  That’s not to say that St. Louis has not served me well professionally, but personally and socially,    it lacks something!  And it just can’t be me!

Like, there is something soooooo oppressive here.  It’s hard to dream and think BIG!  I don’t feel free and open!  Yes, there are cultural and artistic things happening but when I attend them, the vibe is either too haughty or too cold, and I need it just right!  Too much to ask?  And if that wasn’t bad enough, most of my extended family lives here, but we’re no longer as close as we use to be as a family.  My mother is really the closest family I have, and even our relationship can be too much at times.

Due that we are currently in my astrological season, I might just feel my waters changing.  For these past five or six years, I have been satisfied with St. Louis as my home base and just taking trips here and there.  But now that urge to GET OUT is upon me!

My mom and home are really the only two reasons for remaining planted here. If I wasn’t afraid to lose my house as a bigger investment payoff  or a place to always return to after exploring, I might convince my mother to let go of all the junk she keeps as security and to live as gypsies.  I could literally maintain a massage-on-the-go business and pursue freelance writing gigs while my mom treasure hunts and collects pieces to resell.

Or has the complacency of comfort food, familiar faces, a  cool neighborhood and a “good job” gotten the best of me?  I honestly don’t know.  The older I get, the more I feel I should settle down, but my heart and spirit are still youthful! I want to live among an eclectic group of brown artsy people who speak different languages, who cook different foods, who dance to different music, who practice different religions, but who live  close and comfortably enough to share and integrate peacefully and beautifully.  That’s not asking too much. When I find it,  I will end this back and forth relationship with St. Louis and leave it behind me for good!

Family: What’s Blood Got To Do With It?!



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You know, there is a lot of hype created around the idea of family.  The family is the unit or backbone of society or nation building. Family should come first.  The family…blah…blah..blah. No, I am not throwing shade on the notion of family, but I do believe we need to redefine what the word means, especially due to our coming/captured/colonized American experience.  We have been trying to fit a white family model every since. Our families have changed drastically and so should our definition of them.  Once upon a time, family names held all its members to a standard and tradition. The individuals within that family naturally acquired autonomy, but their individual feelings and behaviors did not override the sustainability of the collective family unit.

There is power in creating a strong force of kindred spirits to help manifest something exemplary that is worthy of praise.  It is one of the reasons why most people prefer to fellow-worship.  The act of them coming together to celebrate and nurture a set of principles they all believe and defend in life and death is transcending and transforming to say the least.  The believers demonstrate an obligation to their faith and fellowship by upholding a set of beliefs and principles.  And in order to maintain their strength in following and adhering to those principles, the believers meet regularly to stay the path.

What makes staying the course a challenge:  Free will! Yes! CHOICES!  Our choices make the difference!  Hopefully, the more we mature, the better choices we make.  Realistically, that is not always the case.  We have adults who beg other adults for what they need, blame other adults for their shortcoming and failures, or manipulate other adults into resolving their self-inflicted problems. When in actuality, we all struggle with making our lives work in the face of personal and systematic challenges stacked against us. Nonetheless, some of us have selected a drum rather than a violin as our instrument of choice! If there is one thing I want said at my Homecoming, it is:  Here lies a woman who did not “shoulda, coulda woulda” in life!  I love life and all its possibilities even in its unfairness and ugliness.  Adults who complain about their life, annoy the heaven out of me.  And don’t let it be a blood relative! Like, come on now!  Stop making the family look bad out here in these streets!  

They say a family that prays together… stays together.  I would like to add to the list:  A family that talks to each other…a family that confronts conflict together…a family that holds individuals accountable…a family that refutes gossip…a family that supports each person’s success without competition…a family that defends and protects each other…a family that exposes hurtful secrets…a family that defies favoritism and a family that supports the role of each family member.  If we are NOT cooking with the ingredients that make us a family, I reserve the right to excuse myself from the table.  I am now free to dine where the menu best serves my health and longevity regardless of a missing blood link.  Therefore, I strive to fellowship with adults who are making positive life choices while encouraging others to do the same.  Hopefully, those constantly making personal decisions that are unaligned with their family’s WAKANDA will eventually own it and  accept their fate before destroying their family’s legacy with violin strings of  “shoulda…coulda…woulda”!