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How bad do you want it?

I never thought I would enjoy doing outreach. Most of my employment experiences in the field of Social Work have been where the client comes to me, but I've gotta say, being able to get out of the office can literally be a breath of fresh air. Yesterday, while out in the field I had the pleasure of passing by my Alma Mater, Brooklyn College on the way to a home visit for one of my clients. It felt so good to pass by my old college campus.
After a couple of attempts at college, in 2001 when my oldest son Jelani  was 2 years old I decided to enroll at Brooklyn College. Attending college and getting a degree was always stressed in my house growing up and it was expected. It was something I knew I needed to get ahead in life and not only would it allow me to broaden my opportunities, I also found out that it would provide me we with a sense of accomplishment and pride. I jumped in at Brooklyn College full force majoring in Sociology and minoring in Africana Studies. I was finally tak…

I'm Not A Real Writer

My mom called me yesterday to tell me how great she thought my blog posts were. I was thrilled to hear that she had read them better yet that she thought that they were great. But of course, she had a little grammar lesson and spelling corrections to give me. I remember back in High School while attending the same school that my mother taught at (Erasmus Hall High School), before it was five different schools, I would ask my mother to  proofread all of my High School essays. I would do the corrections and she would reread them and make more corrections, this went on for maybe 5-6 times to my disdain. During my college years, I would also ask for her assistance and she would  make corrections on my college papers as well. Not to mention as she became an adjunct professor at New York City Technical College, one of the first colleges I attended, I was also a student there and had the pleasure of taking one of her courses in Black Literature.
 I mean, I gladly accept  constructive criti…

Behind the Name

The weekend is over and it's Sunday the day before the work week, although being a mother the work is 7 days a week nonstop!!! ☺️ As I lie in bed I am accompanied by my youngest baby boy, Jabari, who is already, at 13months living up to his name which means brave. He would have had to been seriously brave to have taken his first steps at 10 months. All three of my children seem to live up to their names, my oldest son Jelani's name means mighty warrior of which he truly exhibits the characterists of, being more like a quiet storm.  As for my  middle child Jahtiba, his father and I sort of squished two names together during what some might call a mediation of the minds 😃, Jah which means God and Atiba which means understanding, hence gods understanding. Believe me my 9 year old Jahtiba wants to understand not only God but everything you can think of. Although there is never a dull moment in our house, as my grandma Annie would say, I am so grateful to be able to be present for…

No Expectations, No Let Downs

I set up this blog since August of 2007. Never once did I write a thing in it. Throughout the years I have been good at starting things and not finishing them. But for the past couple of years I have broken that cycle. I've always loved writing and have kept many journals throughout the years. In High School it was an English teacher named Mr. Wax, he was a tall Caucasian man with lots of hair including a big bushy beard, who told me that I was a great writer. I always thought that I was a great writer, I mean coming from a mother who was a High School English Teacher for 30 years  (she's retired now), I thought I was a natural :-). That all changed when I began to doubt myself and compare myself to the work of others. I started to think, your vocabulary is not that broad, you often make major mistakes with grammar and spelling, who's going to read your corny blog? The committee in my head constantly fired shots that told me I wasn't good enough. Fast forward to 2015,…

Creative Soul

Lately I've been thinking,  I should be doing something more creative, where I get to use my love of music, art and, photography. At work I usually try to write at least one paragraph of my thoughts as they come, not overthinking it just writing what I feel in the moment. They say "Do more of what you Love," creating beautiful things and taking pictures of beautiful places are a few of my favorite things, and of course being a mother has its rewards also. :-) I decided while on my way to work in the  morning, instead of looking like the rest of the folks riding New York City transit with their phones glued to their hands, that I would either 1. Read a book, not from a gadget or computer device, a real live book that you have to actually turn the pages from or , 2. get out the old crossword puzzle books and give my brain a tease, or 3. my favorite get out my hook and yarn a CREATE SOMETHING. It seems as if when I put my yarn down for a while or stop performing any act of …