The title is a pun to describe the roller coaster that was the month of May. May I never again:
1. Fail to respond to a situation that makes me uncomfortable.
2. Walk around in high heeled shoes on the concrete floors of St. Mark's Episcopal Church.
3. Believe the Baby Niece when she insists that she does not have to use the potty.
4. Expect that members of my family will actually read the very detailed emails I send.
5. Assume that I cannot be replaced.
6. Sell myself short with respect to talent.
7. Doubt that God can do anything!
8. Forget that everything happens for a reason.
9. Allow others to define me.
10. Say never again.
Monday, June 4, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Been So Long
It has been almost three months to be more exact. There is so much to say, I almost don't know where to begin. So, I'll start at the beginning.
Last Fall a series of events occurred that made it clear to me that something in my busy life had to give. This revelation came at the most inopportune time as I felt that I had just hit a sweet spot with respect to building an audience for this blog. I had been meeting some great people through various social media networking events and overall, things just seemed to be pointing in a positive direction.
But, as the old saying goes, if you want to make God laugh, start making plans. In November, my family had what the old folks call a "come to Jesus" moment.
I have alluded to the situation in very guarded language previously, but last September my Mom was diagnosed with early onset dementia. By November, the painful and sudden reality of this diagnosis became clear when she went missing for hours. If you can only imagine what goes through one's mind in a sitation like that...thankfully, she returned home safe.
Some members of my family would rather that I not even utter the word dementia, let alone Alzheimer's disease. Some would argue that I am compromising my mother's dignity by exposing something so personal. Others might argue that by accepting the diagnosis, I am admitting defeat and demonstrating insufficient faith.
Well, this is my blog. She is my mother too, and if you only knew how far I've come on half a mustard seed of faith without losing my mind...
Last Fall a series of events occurred that made it clear to me that something in my busy life had to give. This revelation came at the most inopportune time as I felt that I had just hit a sweet spot with respect to building an audience for this blog. I had been meeting some great people through various social media networking events and overall, things just seemed to be pointing in a positive direction.
But, as the old saying goes, if you want to make God laugh, start making plans. In November, my family had what the old folks call a "come to Jesus" moment.
I have alluded to the situation in very guarded language previously, but last September my Mom was diagnosed with early onset dementia. By November, the painful and sudden reality of this diagnosis became clear when she went missing for hours. If you can only imagine what goes through one's mind in a sitation like that...thankfully, she returned home safe.
Some members of my family would rather that I not even utter the word dementia, let alone Alzheimer's disease. Some would argue that I am compromising my mother's dignity by exposing something so personal. Others might argue that by accepting the diagnosis, I am admitting defeat and demonstrating insufficient faith.
Well, this is my blog. She is my mother too, and if you only knew how far I've come on half a mustard seed of faith without losing my mind...
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Red Beans and Rice Monday: Grammys 2012 Recap
For the first time since high school (or maybe a year or two of college), I stayed up to watch the entire Grammy telecast. And as one of my FB friends said it best, now I totally remember why I stopped watching it so many years ago.
To say that the show sucked might be an overstatement...but it would also be true. Frankly, as another FB friend pondered, I am not sure if the Grammys haven't always sucked. It occurred to me that we were all so mesmerized by the pop superstars of the 80s and 90s that we forgot how God-awful boring the rest of the show could be. So here are a few of the Grammy moments that got the Busy Black Woman's attention (from the good, to the bad to the downright WTF):
1. LL Cool J - Did just alright as the host--which means that he was one of the bright spots of the entire show. He started the show on just the right note with that prayer for Whitney.
2. Bruno Mars - If only he had performed at the half way point...his line about folks getting off their rich a$$es was priceless.
3. The commercials - The best performances of the evening! I LOVED the two Target commercials and have alternately been singing Alouette and Rolling in the Deep all day. Oh and since I missed the Superbowl I was not quite sure what to make of that Pepsi ad with Elton John as Jabba the Hut or the Red Queen from Alice in Wonderland. But I liked the Willie Nelson Chipotle ad and I thought that the McDonald's ad with the old guys was hilarious.
4. Jennifer Hudson's tribute to Whitney Houston - simply beautiful.
5. Adele - I am still singing her song, but I suspect that has a lot more to do with the Target ad than it does with her performance. One of my FB friends commented on her June Cleaver dress and I forgive her because if it had not been for her in that June Cleaver dress and her quip about "rubbish relationships", I might have tuned out after Bruno Mars.
6. Old Guy Radio Reunion - Who exactly in the Grammy target audience cares about the Beach Boys, Tony Bennett, the Bruce or Sir Paul anymore? They all did well enough to receive an honorable mention on my list here, but really, no one who still listens to their music was watching last night. And while I think that we truly appreciated the Glen Campbell segment, again, I am thinking that the folks who remember "Rhinestone Cowboy" best were watching Downtown Abbey on PBS.
7. The tribute to deceased artists - Twitter went wild when folks began to question why Don Cornelius was left out of the photo montage along with Vesta and Etta James. Someone suggested that anyone who had died in 2012 was ineligible for a photo tribute, but then there was Whitney whose death the night before clearly meant that the rules could be bent. The alleged tribute to Don C that followed was just plain wrong on every level imaginable. And still, not even a photo of Vesta.
8. Etta James tribute - On the one hand, it proves my point that the 'rule' about honoring dead artists who passed in 2011 was bull. On the other hand, Etta James did not die 24 hours before the show so if someone thought enough of her to organize a tribute, surely they could done better than that tepid segment offered up by Alicia Keyes and Bonnie Raitt (no disrespect to those two who did an admirable job on Sunday Kind of Love; it just could have been a lot better).
9. Nick Ashford slighted - And this is my final gripe about the dead artist segment, but I think Nick Ashford deserved a lot more than the nothing he got. I mean, he co-wrote I'm Every Woman, the Busy Black Woman anthem!
10. Rihanna. Chris Brown. Lil Wayne. Taylor Swift. Etc. - Let me refer back to #6 and the Old Guy Radio Reunion segment to suggest that the music business is in real trouble if any one of these artists receives a lifetime achevement award in 40 years.
11. The untelevised awards - I would be lying if I said that the Grammys should air some of its less popular categories like jazz, world and classical music. But I am confident that I would have appreciated those a lot more than the above referenced performances.
12. Stevie Wonder and Diana Ross as presenters - Really?
13. Artists who rely too heavily on shock value rather than talent - Because there is nothing unique about crazy costumes, fireworks, aerial stunts, and alter egos in popular music...and that brings me to
14. Nicki Minaj - WTF?
To say that the show sucked might be an overstatement...but it would also be true. Frankly, as another FB friend pondered, I am not sure if the Grammys haven't always sucked. It occurred to me that we were all so mesmerized by the pop superstars of the 80s and 90s that we forgot how God-awful boring the rest of the show could be. So here are a few of the Grammy moments that got the Busy Black Woman's attention (from the good, to the bad to the downright WTF):
1. LL Cool J - Did just alright as the host--which means that he was one of the bright spots of the entire show. He started the show on just the right note with that prayer for Whitney.
2. Bruno Mars - If only he had performed at the half way point...his line about folks getting off their rich a$$es was priceless.
3. The commercials - The best performances of the evening! I LOVED the two Target commercials and have alternately been singing Alouette and Rolling in the Deep all day. Oh and since I missed the Superbowl I was not quite sure what to make of that Pepsi ad with Elton John as Jabba the Hut or the Red Queen from Alice in Wonderland. But I liked the Willie Nelson Chipotle ad and I thought that the McDonald's ad with the old guys was hilarious.
4. Jennifer Hudson's tribute to Whitney Houston - simply beautiful.
5. Adele - I am still singing her song, but I suspect that has a lot more to do with the Target ad than it does with her performance. One of my FB friends commented on her June Cleaver dress and I forgive her because if it had not been for her in that June Cleaver dress and her quip about "rubbish relationships", I might have tuned out after Bruno Mars.
6. Old Guy Radio Reunion - Who exactly in the Grammy target audience cares about the Beach Boys, Tony Bennett, the Bruce or Sir Paul anymore? They all did well enough to receive an honorable mention on my list here, but really, no one who still listens to their music was watching last night. And while I think that we truly appreciated the Glen Campbell segment, again, I am thinking that the folks who remember "Rhinestone Cowboy" best were watching Downtown Abbey on PBS.
7. The tribute to deceased artists - Twitter went wild when folks began to question why Don Cornelius was left out of the photo montage along with Vesta and Etta James. Someone suggested that anyone who had died in 2012 was ineligible for a photo tribute, but then there was Whitney whose death the night before clearly meant that the rules could be bent. The alleged tribute to Don C that followed was just plain wrong on every level imaginable. And still, not even a photo of Vesta.
8. Etta James tribute - On the one hand, it proves my point that the 'rule' about honoring dead artists who passed in 2011 was bull. On the other hand, Etta James did not die 24 hours before the show so if someone thought enough of her to organize a tribute, surely they could done better than that tepid segment offered up by Alicia Keyes and Bonnie Raitt (no disrespect to those two who did an admirable job on Sunday Kind of Love; it just could have been a lot better).
9. Nick Ashford slighted - And this is my final gripe about the dead artist segment, but I think Nick Ashford deserved a lot more than the nothing he got. I mean, he co-wrote I'm Every Woman, the Busy Black Woman anthem!
10. Rihanna. Chris Brown. Lil Wayne. Taylor Swift. Etc. - Let me refer back to #6 and the Old Guy Radio Reunion segment to suggest that the music business is in real trouble if any one of these artists receives a lifetime achevement award in 40 years.
11. The untelevised awards - I would be lying if I said that the Grammys should air some of its less popular categories like jazz, world and classical music. But I am confident that I would have appreciated those a lot more than the above referenced performances.
12. Stevie Wonder and Diana Ross as presenters - Really?
13. Artists who rely too heavily on shock value rather than talent - Because there is nothing unique about crazy costumes, fireworks, aerial stunts, and alter egos in popular music...and that brings me to
14. Nicki Minaj - WTF?
Sunday, February 12, 2012
For Whitney
I have been trying to come back to this blog for a while, but circumstances kept derailing my better intentions. I actually thought that I would return next Tuesday just in time for a snarky Valentine's Day piece...but again, circumstances intervened.
Whitney Houston regained her voice yesterday.
There is no way for me to properly eulogize Whitney because there is nothing to say that has not already been said about her enormous talent, storybook career, troubled personal life, Icarus-like fall from grace, or her ill-fated attempt at a comeback. There is nothing left to add or spin differently to make her life story any more or less tragic than what it was.
But I can tell you how my shock, sadness and utter disbelief have now metamorphasized into the firm recognition that God never makes mistakes. Whitney's voice was once His gift to us; now He has seen fit to give it back to her. Hallelujah!!!
In the age before music videos, little girls used to sing to themselves in front of bedroom and bathroom mirrors into hairbrushes. We sang along to the likes of Diana Ross, Patti LaBelle, Aretha Franklin, Teena Marie and Karen Carpenter. We sang about love to adoring audiences of younger siblings, dolls and stuffed animals or even to imaginary boyfriends. For my mirror performances, I borrowed my mother's lipstick and jewelry to really look the part. And I thought I was something until I heard and saw Whitney Houston.
Whitney was poised and beautiful and could sang (like the old folks in church would say). She was the original American Idol. She had the X factor. She was The Voice.
And in spite of everything else--the awkward dancing, the stiff acting, Bobby Brown, and many other questionable lifestyle choices, there was that phenomenal voice. Until of course, it began to fade...
The last Whitney Houston CD I ever bought was her greatest hits album released several years ago. I played it constantly to relive some of those hairbrush/mirror memories, but also to marvel at the purity of her voice. And though it happens to every great singer eventually, there is a point when it became obvious that her voice had changed. Unfortunately, it was not in a good way, and I finally put the CD away because it was just too depressing to listen anymore.
And in that sense, Whitney's demise is practically biblical--the story of Samson comes to mind. Blessed with enormous strength, Samson squanders it by giving in to the temptations of Delilah. After suffering humiliation at the hands of his enemies, Samson gradually regains his strength and uses it in a final triumphant act of desperation that results in both his death and that of his tormentors. Whitney squandered her magnificent blessing by giving in to the temptations of excess. She suffered the loss of her career and was ridiculed mercilessly while trying in vain to regain her footing. But in death, her past mistakes are consigned to the grave.
And her voice is restored! The most circulated clips from Whitney's past performances were interchangeably the most triumphant from her career: the Star Spangled Banner, the Greatest Love of All, I Will Always Love You, and One Moment in Time. For those who are too young to understand the grief expressed by millions of now grown hairbrush/mirror singers, the only Whitney Houston they will ever know is the one with the incomparable voice. And that is how it should be.
Rest in Peace Whitney.
Whitney Houston regained her voice yesterday.
There is no way for me to properly eulogize Whitney because there is nothing to say that has not already been said about her enormous talent, storybook career, troubled personal life, Icarus-like fall from grace, or her ill-fated attempt at a comeback. There is nothing left to add or spin differently to make her life story any more or less tragic than what it was.
But I can tell you how my shock, sadness and utter disbelief have now metamorphasized into the firm recognition that God never makes mistakes. Whitney's voice was once His gift to us; now He has seen fit to give it back to her. Hallelujah!!!
In the age before music videos, little girls used to sing to themselves in front of bedroom and bathroom mirrors into hairbrushes. We sang along to the likes of Diana Ross, Patti LaBelle, Aretha Franklin, Teena Marie and Karen Carpenter. We sang about love to adoring audiences of younger siblings, dolls and stuffed animals or even to imaginary boyfriends. For my mirror performances, I borrowed my mother's lipstick and jewelry to really look the part. And I thought I was something until I heard and saw Whitney Houston.
Whitney was poised and beautiful and could sang (like the old folks in church would say). She was the original American Idol. She had the X factor. She was The Voice.
And in spite of everything else--the awkward dancing, the stiff acting, Bobby Brown, and many other questionable lifestyle choices, there was that phenomenal voice. Until of course, it began to fade...
The last Whitney Houston CD I ever bought was her greatest hits album released several years ago. I played it constantly to relive some of those hairbrush/mirror memories, but also to marvel at the purity of her voice. And though it happens to every great singer eventually, there is a point when it became obvious that her voice had changed. Unfortunately, it was not in a good way, and I finally put the CD away because it was just too depressing to listen anymore.
And in that sense, Whitney's demise is practically biblical--the story of Samson comes to mind. Blessed with enormous strength, Samson squanders it by giving in to the temptations of Delilah. After suffering humiliation at the hands of his enemies, Samson gradually regains his strength and uses it in a final triumphant act of desperation that results in both his death and that of his tormentors. Whitney squandered her magnificent blessing by giving in to the temptations of excess. She suffered the loss of her career and was ridiculed mercilessly while trying in vain to regain her footing. But in death, her past mistakes are consigned to the grave.
And her voice is restored! The most circulated clips from Whitney's past performances were interchangeably the most triumphant from her career: the Star Spangled Banner, the Greatest Love of All, I Will Always Love You, and One Moment in Time. For those who are too young to understand the grief expressed by millions of now grown hairbrush/mirror singers, the only Whitney Houston they will ever know is the one with the incomparable voice. And that is how it should be.
Rest in Peace Whitney.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
You Need a Break!
(Note, I began writing this in November. It has been edited and updated to reflect the passage of time :)
So a whole three-four-five months after the fact, I wanted to write a public service announcement of sorts to extoll the virtues of doing absosmurfly nothing (or as little as possible)...
If you recall, the Busy Black Woman endured more than a few trials and tribulations this summer, so in an effort to refocus, I declared that I would spend the month of September resetting my life in order to finish the year in a better space. Well, the result of that effort was comme ci comme ça (for the reasons you can read about in the Reset Journal or here).
Now it is the end of January 2012...and reflecting back on the time spent on the beach last October, I am ever so grateful for the chance to get away for I know that I will not always have the luxury of a tropical vacation (update: except for the fact that I will be headed back to PR in just a few months, sometimes God blesses you and I ain't complaining!) Given that some folks believe that not even the President is entitled to a few days off, the next best thing is to figure out how to best to chillax in the midst of chaos. So how does one take a break from it all with the current state of the economy and the precariousness of living from paycheck to paycheck?
For starters, it begins with breathing. Now that I have returned to yoga class, I am reminded that there is peace to be found in five minutes of deep breathing. And then there is sleep. Sure, there is plenty of advice out there to suggest that the most successful people regard sleep as a waste of time, but they lie--witness how the dire need for sleep killed Michael Jackson and Heath Ledger. And every now and then, it is a good idea to disconnect from the inter-connectedness of the world via cell phone, laptop or tablet/e-reader.
And then what? Well, nothing.
Because even if you cannot afford to go anywhere, you need to take a break. You need to sit still. You need a time out. Your friends and loved ones and coworkers and those random people driving in the car next to you on the highway need you to be sane. I am offering this as both advice to you and as a reminder to myself because I had a moment yesterday. And it just so happens that as I had been plotting a return to blogging and just happened to check in just for a quick looksie, I found this post and knew right away why I needed to post it.
More to come, stay tuned...
So a whole three-four-five months after the fact, I wanted to write a public service announcement of sorts to extoll the virtues of doing absosmurfly nothing (or as little as possible)...
If you recall, the Busy Black Woman endured more than a few trials and tribulations this summer, so in an effort to refocus, I declared that I would spend the month of September resetting my life in order to finish the year in a better space. Well, the result of that effort was comme ci comme ça (for the reasons you can read about in the Reset Journal or here).
Now it is the end of January 2012...and reflecting back on the time spent on the beach last October, I am ever so grateful for the chance to get away for I know that I will not always have the luxury of a tropical vacation (update: except for the fact that I will be headed back to PR in just a few months, sometimes God blesses you and I ain't complaining!) Given that some folks believe that not even the President is entitled to a few days off, the next best thing is to figure out how to best to chillax in the midst of chaos. So how does one take a break from it all with the current state of the economy and the precariousness of living from paycheck to paycheck?
For starters, it begins with breathing. Now that I have returned to yoga class, I am reminded that there is peace to be found in five minutes of deep breathing. And then there is sleep. Sure, there is plenty of advice out there to suggest that the most successful people regard sleep as a waste of time, but they lie--witness how the dire need for sleep killed Michael Jackson and Heath Ledger. And every now and then, it is a good idea to disconnect from the inter-connectedness of the world via cell phone, laptop or tablet/e-reader.
And then what? Well, nothing.
Because even if you cannot afford to go anywhere, you need to take a break. You need to sit still. You need a time out. Your friends and loved ones and coworkers and those random people driving in the car next to you on the highway need you to be sane. I am offering this as both advice to you and as a reminder to myself because I had a moment yesterday. And it just so happens that as I had been plotting a return to blogging and just happened to check in just for a quick looksie, I found this post and knew right away why I needed to post it.
More to come, stay tuned...
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Flipping the Script
So about a week ago I wrote how I might be putting this blog on the back burner for a bit...and there is a 50/50 chance that might still be true.
But during the week that has passed a few things have happened. First, I received several encouraging notes and nods from friends and fans who totally understood how difficult it was for me to make such a declaration (and until I send you a personal note of thanks, please accept this very public THANK YOU :). Second, I took a quick car trip to Philly on Sunday and had some time to think. Third, I had an epiphany.
Starting backwards with the epiphany--this week is my first blogaversay! It was almost one year ago that the Busy Black Woman blog was born. How could I possibly think of abandoning this project in its infancy? It has barely begun to walk on its ow...so be on the lookout for my one hundredth post, which I promise come hell or high water, will be written and posted before the end of this year!
Then while driving to Philly, then through Columbia (by way of Highland MD) for a couple of alumnae association Christmas parties, I had a lot of time to myself alone in the car on Sunday to think through a few things. No, I will not be able to post every day, but I never could keep that type of schedule in the first place. No, I might not even be able to post once a week--again, I probably never did that with much regularity either. But the story of my life has been that nothing ever comes easy...and in a way, that has kinda sorta been the point of this blog. So what if things are unpredictable and hectic and overwhelming and that there are days when all I want to do is sit on the sofa to watch a TVOne marathon of Seasons 2 and 3 of A Different World (after Denise's departure but before Dwayne and Whitley got together) while drinking a bottle of wine all by myself? That is exactly the life that this Busy Black Woman has been writing about (more or less) for the past year and dagnabit, I have only begun to write!
Which brings me to the words of encouragement...again, THANK YOU! Some of you already know why this has been a challenging time for me. Most of you do not and maybe it is time that I used my blogging as a means to express exactly why I have been offline so much. But....................................
Not here. And that is because this is supposed to be the funny blog that puts a humorous spin on real life stuff that some of you totally get because you have experienced similar moments of insanity. And knowing that others get me means that I would rather not turn this into that-depressing-blog-that-used-to-be-funny-but-now-it-is-just-sad. So while there may be the occasional post that alludes to the drama of my personal life, the actual writing about the situation itself will take place in the Cafe, which is the older sister to this blog.
Again, thanks for your support and I'll be back soon!
But during the week that has passed a few things have happened. First, I received several encouraging notes and nods from friends and fans who totally understood how difficult it was for me to make such a declaration (and until I send you a personal note of thanks, please accept this very public THANK YOU :). Second, I took a quick car trip to Philly on Sunday and had some time to think. Third, I had an epiphany.
Starting backwards with the epiphany--this week is my first blogaversay! It was almost one year ago that the Busy Black Woman blog was born. How could I possibly think of abandoning this project in its infancy? It has barely begun to walk on its ow...so be on the lookout for my one hundredth post, which I promise come hell or high water, will be written and posted before the end of this year!
Then while driving to Philly, then through Columbia (by way of Highland MD) for a couple of alumnae association Christmas parties, I had a lot of time to myself alone in the car on Sunday to think through a few things. No, I will not be able to post every day, but I never could keep that type of schedule in the first place. No, I might not even be able to post once a week--again, I probably never did that with much regularity either. But the story of my life has been that nothing ever comes easy...and in a way, that has kinda sorta been the point of this blog. So what if things are unpredictable and hectic and overwhelming and that there are days when all I want to do is sit on the sofa to watch a TVOne marathon of Seasons 2 and 3 of A Different World (after Denise's departure but before Dwayne and Whitley got together) while drinking a bottle of wine all by myself? That is exactly the life that this Busy Black Woman has been writing about (more or less) for the past year and dagnabit, I have only begun to write!
Which brings me to the words of encouragement...again, THANK YOU! Some of you already know why this has been a challenging time for me. Most of you do not and maybe it is time that I used my blogging as a means to express exactly why I have been offline so much. But....................................
Not here. And that is because this is supposed to be the funny blog that puts a humorous spin on real life stuff that some of you totally get because you have experienced similar moments of insanity. And knowing that others get me means that I would rather not turn this into that-depressing-blog-that-used-to-be-funny-but-now-it-is-just-sad. So while there may be the occasional post that alludes to the drama of my personal life, the actual writing about the situation itself will take place in the Cafe, which is the older sister to this blog.
Again, thanks for your support and I'll be back soon!
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Reality Bites
I've been missing you. But there has been a lot going on in my personal life that has kept me from writing and so before another month goes by, I wanted to let you know the deal.
If you recall a few months ago, I declared that I was going to reclaim my life, and for a solid month, I participated in a reset program designed to help me with that very task. Well, I trudged my way through until the almost bitter end with the creation of a vision board remaining as the only outstanding project. My plan was to work on that along with several new ideas for the expansion of this blog, new work opportunities, and most importantly, a new dedication to creating more balance in my personal life.
As the saying goes, life is what happens while you are busy making plans. In the midst of resetting and envisioning a better life, I have had to deal with some drastic challenges that have literally overtaken my personal life. Everything has been put on the back burner, especially this blog.
So as I work through this situation, I just wanted to thank everyone for your support this past year, for it was exactly a year ago that I decided to start this blog. I am not walking away from this project, but I do need to reexamine how I can continue it in light of the circumstances. I am a perfectionist, and the only way I can make this work is on my terms. So until I can commit to a regular schedule of posting new articles, I will have depend on other forms of social media to stay connected--I will continue to tweet the important facts about Busy Black Women whenever I get the opportunity, and I will interact with some of you through the Facebook page and/or real life. Prayerfully, I will return to a regular posting schedule for the blog in January.
Happy Holidays!
If you recall a few months ago, I declared that I was going to reclaim my life, and for a solid month, I participated in a reset program designed to help me with that very task. Well, I trudged my way through until the almost bitter end with the creation of a vision board remaining as the only outstanding project. My plan was to work on that along with several new ideas for the expansion of this blog, new work opportunities, and most importantly, a new dedication to creating more balance in my personal life.
As the saying goes, life is what happens while you are busy making plans. In the midst of resetting and envisioning a better life, I have had to deal with some drastic challenges that have literally overtaken my personal life. Everything has been put on the back burner, especially this blog.
So as I work through this situation, I just wanted to thank everyone for your support this past year, for it was exactly a year ago that I decided to start this blog. I am not walking away from this project, but I do need to reexamine how I can continue it in light of the circumstances. I am a perfectionist, and the only way I can make this work is on my terms. So until I can commit to a regular schedule of posting new articles, I will have depend on other forms of social media to stay connected--I will continue to tweet the important facts about Busy Black Women whenever I get the opportunity, and I will interact with some of you through the Facebook page and/or real life. Prayerfully, I will return to a regular posting schedule for the blog in January.
Happy Holidays!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)