A Great Big Diva!

Hanging With Macy Gray & The Women’s Health Foundation Party.

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I am still buzzing from my great night performing (with Raymond on solo piano) for the Women's Health Foundation at my all time home away from home: City Winery Chicago. It was a great party for a great cause: Women's Pelvic Health - (the party is cleverly called "Below The Belt") which offers education and access to health services and health options for all stages of life (adolescence, childbearing, menopausal and older women) They really encourage women to be proactive and act as their own …

Maya Angelou

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Dearest Maya Angelou represented so much to me. My mom & I used to read her books together. (her autobiographical Caged Bird Series) She was the zenith of African American Artistic Achievement. She had such dignity and elegance. She was the Poetess, the Sage, the Wonderful Crone. As long as she was around I felt a connection to the familiar. She represented a generation of Black Renaissance, a Freedom Fighter who survived Jim Crow and was active in the Movement and then, there are those sweet …

“I Could Be Next,” the fear of middle age.

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Strange days. I am a very upbeat, positive kind of person. I always look on the bright side of most situations and people. However, lately my usually happy-go-lucky thoughts have turned to those of my own mortality. Stroke, heart attack, Cancer, disease and death are what I visualize on a huge roulette wheel and it's spinning. Whose number will be up next? It could be me. I could be next. There could be Cancer cells growing in me right now. A little clot may be waiting to stir loose and …

When I Miss Her Most … thoughts on Mother’s Day 2014

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I lost my mother on April 14th 2000. It was sudden and upon hearing the news I learned the true meaning of heartbreak. When I got the news that Mommy had passed, I fell to my knees and screamed. The primal scream: I found it that day. But that's not what I want to dwell on here. Usually, I just let Mother's Day slip by. But today I want to write a tribute to my dearest love, my mother. All that I am, any goodness in me, came from her. There's some fucked up shit too but I know that I am a …