Patiently Waiting …

Hello World!

I don’t tell too much about me on here, and the timing is still not right to tell my story. Yet, I know I must share it eventually. The problem is I feel like I’m still writing the most important parts :).

I’m sharing this much because I’ve overheard a few comments from people who assume I have it ALL together. They see the degrees, certifications, nice car, fly shoes, and think my *ish doesn’t stink. It does. Sometimes, more than even I think I can bear. But I do it anyways; not for the envy, the whispers, nor the Joneses. Bearing and surviving the many blows of life is all I know how to do, and if I can look good in the process, then so be it!

The accomplishments are nice, but so much more is missing! I can feel the lack, I’m just not entirely sure in which department it’s seeping from: love? family? professional? education? social? Eh, I cannot say.

My biggest problem right now is a fear of being impatient. Should I try to interrogate any of these departments right now, by myself, head-on? For instance, I’ve been researching adoption and foster care; but what if I wait one more year and in walks my prince charming–finally arriving on foot from that long journey Oprah talked about (lol!)–ready to start our own family?? I mean, it’s late/early, and I’m just rambling. I don’t know.

But, then again, who does?

#Peace, #love, #prosperity

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Happy Holidays!!

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Here’s to a Merry Christmas and a joyous holiday season to you all!

Remember to breathe and reflect.black-santa-16x9


I’m Tired.

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To whom it may concern: I am tired of inaction. I am tired of hashtags. I am tired of one-sided freedom. I am plain ole tired of living in fear that I will intimately know the next brother or sister who is unjustly murdered and forgotten in this land of freedom.

I am putting everyone on notice: I am tired. I didn’t just wake up today with a weary spirit; this feeling has been brewing for awhile. Last year, I said, “I need a break from the revolution.” Of course, I couldn’t take one because another Black child was murdered, another Black man was assassinated by crooked cops, and all over this country other white persons took unauthorized liberties with precious Black bodies.

Yet, somehow, I still managed to get tired in the midst of these Amerikkkan injustices. I’m tired of protesting, singing, marching, and screaming, “Black Lives Matter.” I’m tired of justifying Black existence to heartdead white and Black folk who refuse to understand the necessity of such words and actions. It’s not racist; it’s a matter of survival–I can’t survive, and neither can you, unless I know my life has some value.

Please, wake me when we are ready to die for our freedom. Shake me when the Real Revolution is upon us. Tap me when there’s more than just two or three ready to bring the heat. Alert me when we are really ready to take the chains off.

Otherwise, I am tired.










….. and so, so, so many others


I’m Baaaaaaack!!

The Ramblings of an Intellectual Sistah is no longer defunct!!!! Yay! Welcome back, y’all!

I will update the site and catch you all up in the next few days.

Let’s get free!

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Are the Dead Among Us?


Hello World,

Here’s another sporadic post. 🙂 A couple days ago my niece asked me, “When someone dies, why do people say, ‘they are watching over you’?” She elaborated further to say doesn’t the Bible say they are asleep, or something.

You know, she is absolutely right, that is in the Bible. Recently, I was on a trip with a young lady who said something similar, “You don’t talk to the dead; that’s Biblical.” It got me to thinking (and researching Scripture).

Are we lying to comfort ourselves, or is there a spiritual interaction going on? What about claiming as long as I live, you live (the dead person)? I am guilty of this, too. So, I’m still searching and trying to understand all of this.

What are your thoughts, have you ever considered this? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this topic~ Enlightenment is always welcomed~!

~Peace, Blessings, &Prosperity~

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It’s not them that’s killing us, it’s us …!!


Hello World,

I write this post with a heavy heart and utter disbelief. Greed and envy are two of the most dangerous and disrespectful sentiments one can boast, secretly or openly.

Huntsville, AL, do you not want more for yourself than the crumbs they are tossing to you?? Every day and night there is another crime being committed by our young African American men and women; and for what? I understand times are hard and you’re hungry—but clamping down on your own community is STUPID and fruitless.

If we can’t band together now, all hope for the future is lost.

One of our own who has worked tirelessly for years within the Northside community of Huntsville was a victim of a burglary last night. The burglary came less than 24 hours after a well-organized fundraiser on his shop’s grounds. The fundraiser was for a family oriented community-wide event, which he will host, for the youth of Huntsville.

This act was senseless! Who else is providing safe, fun entertainment for your kids on the Northside? The hardly-supervised Richard Showers Center? The Aquatics? Really, people are you even thinking? He has held FREE events and activities for the kids for over 10 years, and what thanks does he get? NONE.

But aside from his generosity, let’s remember the kids in this. The youth will be the real losers here; so many look forward to this event, The Comedy Luau, to showcase their talents in a wholesome way, to catch fellow entertainers, for a glimpse of a superstar, Joe Johnson of Atlanta Hawks, and to simply play and be completely carefree and kids for an entire day!

What is wrong with us, stealing from kids?? I’m ashamed. And today, I am asking you to show some compassion; reach out to save the next generation, show them love! You don’t have to like someone, but you absolutely MUST respect that he/she is trying to save OUR children!! What have you done for the children? Before you judge, extend a hand.

If you are moved to contribute to this event, which was scheduled for July 21st, to show the children that they do mean something to us, despite how a select few are wilding, make a donation.


2908 Meridian Street North
Suite A
Huntsville, AL 35811

To learn more about his generous efforts and past events for North Huntsville, go to http://www.blackpearlselect.com/mm_entertainment_calendar.html

A sad day for Huntsville, and the youth.

~Peace, Blessings, and Growth~


The Ramblings of an Intellectual Sistah

Hello World!

This subject is bugging me something serious. I have heard from many young ladies that their significant other, or friend, is selling them a pipe dream about being a Baby Mama. Being any man’s baby mama is no honor in my eyes. I’m sorry, but I cannot buy into that backwards ideology. The only way being his Baby Mama can be considered a privilege is if he is God and you are the revamped Virgin Mary!

It was an honor for Mary to carry God’s seed, but you’re out here trying to carry regular Joe’s spawn.

Please help me understand this? What is really going on??

THERE IS NO HONOR IN BEING THAT MAN’S BABY MAMA. Point, blank, period. Think about it, seriously. If that man really wanted to honor you he would give you his last name, not one of his many seeds. Don’t fool yourself…

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