I met my grandmother for the first time last year. More specifically, I met my paternal grandmother for the first time on October 9th, 2019. You must understand the significance of this because my grandmother Barbara Hall Cherry, has been dead for as long as I’ve been alive. A little more than that, actually. In fact, Barbara Hall Cherry passed on April 30, 1996 exactly 6 months before I was born. She’s who I was named after. Today is her birthday so it’s only right that I share my feelings, thoughts, and love that I have for her. Not only that but the story of how we met for the first time. One of my favorite stories about my grandmother is a story my mom tells usually on my birthday. She said they were visiting Barbara while she was hospitalized for pneumonia and she kicked my mother out the room, telling her to “get that baby out of here.” Before my mother even knew she was pregn...
2018 has been and is the year of the Black woman. There is no arguing this. No debating this. This is a fact. In fact, you could try to debate this with me about this and you will find that I would be winning the debate. I thought this to myself at the start of this year and I can’t remember exactly why, but as August begins, I only feel stronger about my claim. These past months has provided me with so much evidence to support my statement. In no way am I trying to slight women of other races, I am simply uplifting black women. Women who look like me. Women who identify the way I do. When 2018 began, I had a feeling that this particular demographic, black women, would reach new heights. My theory was proved true, literally , when Therese Patricia Okoumou, a black immigrant woman, climbed The Statue of Liberty on Independence Day, to protest immigrant children being torn away from their parents. Upon her release, she wore a black t-shirt that read “White Supremacy is Terrorism.” ...
“Count on me through thick and thin, a friendship that will never end When you are weak I will be strong Helping you to carry on Call on me I will be there, don’t be afraid Please believe me when I say, Count on.” Kenneth “Babyface” Edmonds wrote this song and many others for the soundtrack of one of my favorite movies, Waiting to Exhale. I wrote those lyrics in my best friend’s yearbook in 2014, about 19 years after it was recorded. Today we are still best friends and not to brag but I have kept my word, or Babyface’s words, from then til now. The song itself is a promise between two friends that no matter what they may be going through, they will be there for one another. Whenever one is lacking, the other will pick up the slack. Their friendship will never end because they can depend on each other and they love each other. It’s the last song of the album and the song that plays at the end of the movie when the credits are rolling. At the end of the film, the four friends,...
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