You can only control your actions - people aren't dolls to play with, or robots to program to do your bidding.
Control Freak
I Ain’t One of the Cosbys, I Ain’t Go to Hillman
Thursday, April 30th, 1992. A sad, sad day...well, at least for me. From the moment I began watching television, Thursday nights at 8pm were reserved for one thing, and one thing only: a new episode of The Cosby Show. The show, I believe, played an integral part in raising me: it showed me that there... Continue Reading →
You Can Take the Girl Out of the Hood, But…
I'll be the first to admit, I grew up pretty 'hood. Never lived in the PJs, but I definitely wasn't vacationing in the Hamptons either. Things like sugar-water, quarter waters, looseys, mattress trampolines, and food stamps were pretty standard phrases in my vocabulary. I always told myself that I would get out of the 'hood... Continue Reading →
Multi-Racial Misfit 