Don’t Make a Black Woman Take Off Her Earrings
I wasn’t always a big fan of Tyler Perry. The writer, director and producer of over 10 hit plays, all taking the new chitlin-circuit by storm, sometimes left me perplexed at how unrealistic his main character, Madea came across. All said, Perry knows how to deliver a preachy and down-to-earth production with a slew of current and has-been voices intertwined into each message-filled sold-out show. Now, the stage and screen success story is taking a plunge into the publishing world with his new comedic book, Don’t Make a Black Woman Take Off Her Earrings; Madea’s Uninhibited Commentary on Love and Life. The praise and criticism swirl in the critics circle has already begun, but I suspect his true fans will make Perry’s debut a positive one.
Daily Grill in DC; Friday, April 14
Oh how the time has flown. Next Friday, April 14, is my big catch-up lunch with my DC crew. To say I’m excited is an understatement. More than the thought of enjoying my second home, I’m looking forward to seeing the folks I call my “other” family. Our reservation for lunch at the Daily Grill on Connecticut Avenue is for 1:15 p.m., so please have a healthy breakfast to hold you until our fairly-late lunch. Please RSVP to firstname.lastname@example.org so that I can confirm the total number of attendees by the end of this week. See you next week!
The Life Rollercoaster
The last three months have been incredibly exciting for me. I’m entering another phase in my life – a phase I’m really happy with because it has allowed me to love my life even when nothing financial, emotional or physical has drastically changed. No, I haven’t realized my writing dream; haven’t come across Mr. Perfect; and the lottery folks have not sold me the winning ticket. Yet, making the best of situations has helped me see my life in an entirely different light. However, this is life – not a hey ride – so after catching a cold from my beautiful nephew Daylen, I’m feeling a bit dragged-down. The throat is thick, the sinuses are burning and my emotions are off the charts. To complicate matters, I had some unforeseen bills to pay this week and felt like I lost my wallet – or better yet, everything in it. All said, it’s all good. My point is simply this, it doesn’t rain every day. For those who have taken a flight anywhere know, if you fly above the clouds, the sun hasn’t gone anywhere, it’s still shining. So, I’m hanging in there as my rollercoaster takes a quick plunge, knowing full-well it’s about to crest again and in just a short while I’ll be smiling at the sun shining on my face.
Are they old enough? At what point or what age is it appropriate to begin having “real” and frank conversations with your children about your living situation, general life issues and respect as opposed to fear for following house rules? Is it best to just rule with an iron fist and use the “what I say goes” mantra instead? Is there a cut-off age for when parents exercising corporal punishment should discontinue any spanking?
Keep passin’ the open windows…