A day of gratitude

This year is the first year, possibly since I've been a blogger, that I didn't write a Mother's Day post.  I had every intention of doing one.  I woke up, wrote two different drafts.  My friend Mo sent me Read more

Diversification of Bonds

The year is 1981.  My four year-old self had just watched Superman kick Zod's entire ass and it was glorious.  In 1981, Superman was THE superhero movie to see.  It had action, conflict and even romance.  The Christopher Reeve Read more

Ooh, Child...

Yall. I cried for Alfre Woodard dyin. I cried for Delroy Lindo as a single dad. I cried for little black girls who have to grow up too fast. - @MeLaMachinko Crooklyn was a movie that I loved from the first time Read more

Action Mel

Today is one of those days that I don't feel like being the life of the party or having a clever quip.  I don't want to be the unstoppable force of nature that I am 95% of the time. Read more

There comes a time in every man's life

"I think I want to live with my dad." I always knew that the day would come where he would need more than I could give him as a mother and a mentor.  I'm glad it happened before he was Read more
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The Reason God Created Sunday

Miss you boo…

Awww Marques, can’t you see we need you?  Yes, I know that we all marvel at Reggie’s speed (and gluts *drool*…wait…wha…oh), and Deuce’s strength.  But my sweet, you deliver.  Your unbelievable reach.  Your incomparable ball control (okay, I can’t say that without giggling).  Are your hands made of crazy glue?  Silly putty?  Velcro?  (Wait, that wouldn’t work on a football, right?)  Without you, I lost a dollar on a Foreskins game.  Without you, we lost to the Broncos.  The fucking Broncos.  That will never do.

So you see, we need you.  Get well soon.

Posted on September 22, 2008 by Beauty Jackson in The Reason God Created Sunday 1 Comment