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Country Music & Me: My Time Capsule To The Yesteryears

One of my favorite childhood memories is riding in the car with my mom on Saturdays, while listening to Kicks 101.5, Atlanta’s Country Music station. It was during these rides around my hometown of Marietta, where my mom and I would discuss the importance of self-esteem, earning good grades, and cultivating healthy friendships. Sometimes, my younger brother would join us and and our conversations would become more abstract, like discussing my brother’s interest in Gargolyes and Dragon Ball Z. Country music served as the background soundtrack to a time in my life when I didn’t have to worry about anything. Career goals were a thing of a distance future. Making friends was easy and my idea of establishing a long-term relationship was reduced to planning the most outlandish fairy-tale wedding possible. Life was good.

Nowadays, when life becomes challenging and decisions become overwhelming, I revert back to the days when life was simple. Music has an amazing ability to help us remember our yesteryears. Country Music serves as my personal time capsule, helping me travel back in time to when life was simple. I listen to Country Music daily. In fact, I not only listen to it, I sing along with it. Loudly. While driving around my city.

So, today, I’d like to welcome Friday by sharing my all-time favorite Country Music songs with you. I hope these tunes help you relieve the tension you may have stored up after a stressful week. And I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. Continue reading “Country Music & Me: My Time Capsule To The Yesteryears”

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short stories

Love Affair

holding-handsWe met when I was 8 years old. Old people referred to it as puppy love, which my 8-year-old mind did not comprehend. I was not a puppy and neither was he. I turned to him whenever I needed to vent or whenever I needed a good laugh. He always provided an outlet for me to truly express myself.

I showed him off to others, whenever we were together. My parents liked him; my three-year-old brother played with him. My classmates and teachers appreciated him and my grandmother encouraged him. I don’t know what it was about him that intrigued me. We continued to share a close friendship until I went to college. Then, we drifted apart. Continue reading “Love Affair”

#100HappyDays, Natural Hair

#100HappyDays: Day 5

wpid-20140504_201042.jpgNo one holds their head higher than a woman with a fresh ‘do. I am no different. Believe me when I say that when I get my hair done, I feel like a brand new woman. I feel like I can do anything I put my mind to. I feel more confident. I feel more loved. I feel more respected. Women, and Black women especially, spend hundreds of dollars each year to get their hair to behave the way they want it to. You can tell me that it’s outrageous to spend $200 on a new ‘do, but if you understand the feeling a woman has when she gets out that chair and steps into the world, you’ll understand why a woman feels tempted to spend half her rent on a new look.

In a world full of unrealistic size 2 models shoved in our faces, a woman is always second guessing whether she looks good enough. She compares herself. She puts herself down because she feels like she can’t look like Beyoncé or like the airbrushed model on the cover of Allure. No one can place a dollar amount on body image, self-respect, and self-esteem. There are no limits to what a confident woman can achieve. I’m not saying that a new hairstyle is the answer to self-esteem issues, but I am saying that it helps.

Today on my 5th day of #100HappyDays, my new hairstyle is what made me happy. Now, I’m not going to delve deeply into the 8 hours it took to achieve this look and the pain I endured from the yanking and pulling that braiding requires. But I will say that once I got out that chair and looked in the mirror, I was in pure bliss.

 

Relationships

For The Man Who Says He’s Not Intimidated (Part 2)

I really hate when women say guys are intimidated because none are. What we are at times is deeply overawed & impressed by your degrees, attitude, classiness, and achievements. What we are at times is fearful that you’ll be the stereotypical feminist/ I cant wait to out perform a man…as if there was a competition. What we really fear is that while you’ve accomplished things like good credit, career, degrees, and a home that you’ll still miserably fail to respect me as a man.

Male S&T Reader

 

For The Man Who Says He’s Not Intimidated (Part I) inspired an incredible discussion in my comment section. Thank you to all those who commented. I have not forgotten you. In fact, my plan is respond to your comments when I can.

Now on to the purpose of Part 2. I wanted to discuss this in Part 1, but I did not want to elongate the post or depart from my initial message.

What I failed to tell you is that one year following the guy and my last date, he sent me a text message. We hadn’t been in contact previously, so it was a bit of a surprise for me to hear from him. The first text was pretty simple; he just wanted to know how I was doing. But the second text, where he told me how he was doing, put a smile to my face. It read: Continue reading “For The Man Who Says He’s Not Intimidated (Part 2)”

Relationships

A Funny Double-Blind Date Story

Yaa, get dressed and be at my place in an hour. We’re going on a blind double date.”

My homegirl lived 45 minutes away, so I barely had enough time to get dolled up. I grabbed my red overnight suitcase in my closet, threw my cutest clothes in it, brushed my hair, grabbed a toothbrush, and some perfume and ran out the door.

I was getting dressed at her place when my homegirl updated me on our dates, “They’re about 27 and I think they work in accounting and IT. My date and your date are best friends. I met my date on a social networking website, so I haven’t officially met him yet.”

I was excited and nervous at the same time. I knew that the evening would end up being a funny story. I climbed in my homegirl’s car and we drove to meet the guys at a restaurant about 5 minutes away. “Hurry, Yaa,” she said as we rushing out the door, “They’re already there.” Continue reading “A Funny Double-Blind Date Story”