Cooking Tips, Garden Talk, Juicing Complaints and Spiritual Guidance In Less Than Three Minutes

LadyG’s famous collard greens with ham

Today, I am in a random mood so I decided to cull together a few cooking tips along with some pictures from my garden and a quick talk about spirit.

Peep below to get the goods!

Be warned, there’s a bit of salty talk (cussing) in this video. So if you have delicate ears or you are under a certain age–chile, please move on and know that LadyG loves you anyway.

And now…

Enjoy!

A Family Conversation: Waiting On “The Dream”

“A Family Conversation” is a storytelling audio series that features weekly discussions between blogging cousins LadyG and Ron Brown on current events along with favorite posts from each other’s blog.


In today’s audio, the cousins are talking about what it feels like to wait on your dreams.

Inspired by LadyG’s post Why Waiting For The Best Circumstances is a Bad Idea, Ron and LadyG discuss:

  • Being on a writing tear
  • The cousins’ tendency to play the waiting game
  • The master of procrastination
  • Ron’s father’s favorite poem, Tomorrow (Written by Edgar Guest)
  • A certain number of Saturdays
  • Waiting with purpose
  • The distinction between “waiting” and “wasting”
  • The fact that something’s off about “The Dream”
  • Traveling light


Links to related posts

What’s in a Name

Do Your Dance


Come back next Friday, April 2, 2021 for a continuation of A Family Conversation: Before We Stop At Willoughby

A Family Conversation: Do Your Dance!

“A Family Conversation” is a storytelling audio series that features weekly discussions between blogging cousins LadyG and Ron Brown on current events along with favorite posts from each other’s blog.


In today’s audio, the cousins are talking about dancing–past and present:

  • Eric and Ronnie do “The James Brown– It doesn’t end so well for Eric!
  • That boy shole is good!
  • They don’t dance no mo’
  • Oh les do it
  • Mumble rap and sound effects
  • Cuthbert, Georgia’s own “Bubba Duke Stomp.”
  • Regional differences in Georgia with music and dance
  • Shuffling at the skating rink
  • The “next thing down”

Sexually Inappropriate and Harassing Behavior During Daily Conversation

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3/16/2021 6:35pm EST: Updated with a doozy of an example that I forgot about.

Note: Contains sexually explicit language

Excuse the typos, I needed to get this conversation out on the floor real quick!

If you read my recent post on Racism and Prejudice in Daily Conversation, you’ll remember my observation that Zager and Evans’ song, In the year 2525, didn’t offer much in the way of great expectations–other than to wonder “if man is still alive…”

Well, to be fair, they weren’t just concerned with “man.”  They actually continued the thought by pondering whether “…woman can survive.”

So here we are again with me offering my “two cents” about  sexually inappropriate and harassing behavior in daily conversation.

I might even throw in a little story.

And so…

If you are ever confused about what to say and what not to say to avoid even the appearance of being sexually inappropriate, or engaging in sexually harassing behavior, avoid the following statements and/or questions:

  1. “You’re being overly sensitive.”
  2. “What’s wrong with me complimenting your legs?”
  3. “I see you have a tattoo on your neck, where else do you have tattoos?”
  4. “Maybe if you flirted a little, it might help us get <insert thing here>”
  5. “Do blondes have more fun?”
  6. “That’s not sexually inappropriate/sexual harassment!” (An easy out for people who are uninterested in learning about sexually inappropriate conversation/sexual harassment)

This list is not exhaustive.

Again, while some of these points are blatant, others are very subtle yet highly offensive— and today, I am going to include some REALLY blatant shit that people have said or done to me.

For your consideration:

Once upon a time, LadyG was seated at a table reading a book when a co-worker sat down at the same table.

This guy, a real tool, was the son of a well known Dentist in South Georgia.

Anyway, while LadyG sat quietly reading, this jackass started singing his own rendition of Prince’s “Darling Nikki—where he substituted ‘LadyG’ in the verse that talks about “masturbating in the lobby with a magazine.”

It should be noted that this same guy later grabbed LadyG’s behind and stated, “I always wanted to know what a black girl’s butt felt like—Wow! It’s jigglier than I thought.”

And do you know what LadyG did in each case?

NOTHING.

-THE END

It is important to note that I was selected to receive this position by my professors. 

In fact, I was the only female there, at the time, working with three law school students—one of which was the asshole that I just told you about.  

It definitely didn’t help that I was only a sophomore working toward my BS degree.

To be honest, I felt that I was the most powerless person in this situation.  

Flat out, I was the only woman working with a group of men during the height of Anita Hill versus Clarence Thomas.

Chile, I saw what happened to Prof. Hill so I never reported the guy.

But let me be clear, the other law students and my supervisors were very kind and helpful to me.  That said, I often stuck under the other two law students in order to feel safe from the third guy’s advances.  

Now I know that there is someone in the ethers saying, “Well, he was just an asshole.”

He most definitely was an asshole.

But, this was more than being an asshole, this was him sexually harassing me.  

Now I know that what he did was pretty cut and dry, but there are many situations where, like with racism, you can’t “define it” but you know it when you see it.  

My cousin Ron describes this phenomenon perfectly in his post, I cannot define it.

Sadly, this is not the only time that I experienced this, or something like it.

Shall I elaborate?

How about the time I was at the mall grabbing a maternity dress for my baby shower, when this jackass walked right up behind me and said, “Hey, why don’t you let me finish that off.”

Or the time a friend of my family said, “You’re good and grown now, I just want to come visit you.”  Let’s just say, he was NOT my peer and he was not my friend.

Or the time a male who was close to the family told me I was a “fine mother-f’er.”

Or the time I was in the library and a dude, who was in one of my classes, called me over to the table and began counting a large wad of money while looking up at me and back down at the money in a suggestive way.

Or when a security guard at work tried to kiss me in an elevator—totally unprovoked!  He offered to do something else more explicit that I’ll keep to myself.

Whew…once again chile—the shit is tiring and I really could go on.  

I’ve had so many sexually explicit and not so explicit things said and done to me in my lifetime that I cannot count them.

Sadly, the first instances were in childhood and the perpetrators were mostly grown men—none of them were family members.

I never said anything about it or my Dad would still be in jail for murder!

I think Alice Walker’s words, spoken through Sophia in The Color Purple, express it best, “A girl child ain’t safe in a house full of mens.”

So, I think I’ll stop here and encourage anyone who is ready to have a polite and meaningful conversation about anything that I mentioned in this post to drop down in comments so we can chat.

Racism and Prejudice in Daily Conversation

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Racism no longer exists!

-Some Earthling from 7510

Astute 1960s music aficionados will recognize the aforementioned, 7510, as the year that Zager and Evans said, “If God’s a-coming, he ought to make it by then…”

That’s right, over 50 years ago our dear singers predicted that 7510 would be the year of Divine judgment!

Personally, I believe that we are being judged daily–by our own conscience.

That’s assuming that we have one.

Anyway, I find it kinda eerie that while Zager and Evans titled the song, In the year 2525, they don’t say much else about that year–other than to wonder “if man is still alive…”

In fact, it appears as if they simply opted not to complete their thesis about what 2525 might bring.

I shudder at the thought!

Anyway, this post has very little to do with that song other than to illustrate how much farther, as a society, we have to go in order to become more advanced in our thinking; I pray we get there before 7510 because 2525 is beginning to look like a freaking wash!

Ok, so after watching and listening to a whole lot of people talking about racism these days, I decided to put in my proverbial two cents by offering a couple of suggestions on how to avoid racist/prejudice talk in your daily conversations.

I might even throw in a little story.

And so…

In essence, if you are interested in having a genuine conversation on race–or anything else–with black folks, please refrain from saying any of the following:

  1. “Racism does not exist.”
  2. “You’re being overly sensitive.”
  3. “How do you know <insert complex, intellectual, technical, little-known, sophisticated topic here>
  4. “How did he/she/they get a better grade than I did?”
  5. “How did she/he/they get that job, house, car, thing?”
  6. “Family doesn’t mean much to Black people” (Said by some foolish ass congressman, very recently.)
  7. “That’s not racism!” (An easy out for people who are uninterested in learning about racist remarks and behaviors.)

This list is not exhaustive.

While some of the above points are blatant, others are very subtle yet highly offensive. In fact, I’m NOT even going to include the REALLY blatant shit that people say.

That said, I am willing to offer a more slick example of how prejudiced beliefs and attitudes slither into a daily conversation. (This is an example of my 3rd point from above)

For your consideration:

Once upon a very recent time, LadyG was having a conversation with a couple of co-workers about travel.

During the conversation, Lady G stated, “I’d like to go visit Findhorn someday.”

To which one of the co-workers, a white female who fancies herself to be very well versed on just about every damn thang, inquired, “What is Findhorn?”

To which LadyG replied, “It’s a beautiful community in Scotland where they have been known to grow gigantic vegetables by working closely with spiritual beings that inhabit the land.”

Before LadyG could complete her sentence, her co-worker had whipped out her iPhone, looked up Findhorn, and was instantly amazed at how accurate LadyG was in her description of the joint.”

“Hmm,” dear co-worker responded, “And how do you know about that?”

To which LadyG shot back, “I’m just nosey as hell.”

-THE END

Granted, the average person in Georgia has no clue what Findhorn is–never mind where it is.

Hell, some of you are also probably wondering how I knew about it.

Let’s just say that I am an avid reader who loves to learn about new people, places and things.

At any rate, it’s not so much that she asked that question, it’s more the way she asked the question.

It was clear to me that she didn’t think it was possible for me to have any knowledge about a subject that she did not already know about.

Who was I to know so much about something that she had never heard of?

Now, I can hear someone in the ethers saying, “How is that racist, she’s just a know-it-all.”

True dat!

She definitely was a know-it-all!

But here’s the thing…do you think she would have asked a white woman or man the same question– with the same kind of undertone?

Would she have been completely amazed that another white person could know about Findhorn?

I’d wager that she would not have asked another white person that question–at least not in the same way.

She asked me with an air of suspicion–disbelief.

Now, if, in fact, she had asked another white person, it would have been out of genuine curiosity–a “tell me more” kind of situation.

Trust me, as a black woman, I know the difference.

I’ve experienced this, or something like it, more times than I can properly count.

Seriously, I could give you a thousand other examples; including the one where the white male student asked my Political Science professor how I got a better grade than he did on an essay exam. It should be noted that the professor, who was also white, was the one who told me what the guy said.

Oh! What about the time a white co-worker told me that I was not “black… black.” By that, she meant that I was not like “regular black people”–whatever that is.

Or, the time my white Biology professor told me that I was one of only two black students to ever get an A in his class. Why did he feel the need to tell me this?

Oh yeah, what about the white English professor who stopped me after class one day to ask where I was from because she could tell from my writing style that I couldn’t be “from around here.”

Whew chile…it’s tiring y’all!

So, I think I’ll stop here and encourage anyone who is ready to have a polite and meaningful conversation about anything that I mentioned in this post to drop down in comments so we can chat.

A Family Conversation: What’s In A Name?

“A Family Conversation” is a storytelling audio series that features weekly discussions between blogging cousins LadyG and Ron Brown on current events along with favorite posts from each other’s blog.


In today’s audio, the cousins are talking about “The Godfather of Soul,” Little LadyG–the 3-year-old militant, 😂 Don Cheadle and Taraji P. Henson.

We’re also talking about names:

  • Nuances in our dialect and how some names were never meant to be written down
  • Spell it!
  • Nicknames vs. Government Names
  • Names with punctuation marks
  • Names that sound Greco-Roman and other creative name combinations
  • Our eldest sons didn’t escape the “name game”
  • Your Mother’s, Mother’s maiden name
    • NOTE: There’s an old saying in Georgia: In Atlanta, folks ask, “What’s your line of business?” In Macon, folks ask, “What church do you attend?” In Augusta, folks ask, “What’s your mother’s, mother’s name?” In Savannah, they wanna know what you drinkin’😂


Look out for the next episode:

A Family Conversation: Do Your Dance! on Friday, March 19, 2021.

A Family Conversation: We Need To Do Better, Crazy Conspiracy Theories, And The Man Who Incurred No Cost

“A Family Conversation” is a storytelling audio series that features weekly discussions between blogging cousins LadyG and Ron Brown on current events along with favorite posts from each other’s blog.


Catch up on the first part of this conversation, HERE.


Contains VERY Adult Language

In today’s audio, the cousins are talking about:

  • “Un-rehab-able”: More thoughts on the fools in Harlem that beat up a woman for not accepting their advances
  • Re-birthing (See links below)
  • Insurrection!  What is you so mad about?
  • Corey Ryan Forrester’s video RANT!
  • What was the real motivation? What was the plan?
  • Gird up the “democracy”
  • What have you done for Trump lately…Oooooh Yeah! 🎶
  • Fear of losing control of the country
  • Social Media Algorithms leading America to HELL:  “You might like this…”
  • Conspiracy theories are great for marketing merchandise
  • Fools came to town
  • Ebb and flow
  • Don’t argue, be compassionate- no ultimatums
  • Mad for no reason, LadyG keeps harping on this one point!
  • Cult of personality
  • You are of no use, You’re going to jail-no pardons
  • A “moral hazard” –The man who incurred no cost
  • Ron’s haunted lamp


Links:

Healthline: Is Rebirthing Therapy Safe and Effective?

NIH: Rebirthing therapy banned after girl died in 70 minute struggle

My Dog Is So Disrespectful… But It’s All Good

Angel, my pomeranian

Updated: 3/3/2020 4:35pm.

Yes Lord, my dog is so disrespectful, but it’s all good!

No seriously, Angel sashayed into my life back in 2014 and she’s been on self-appointed K9 patrol ever since!
Let me tell you about this little thing here…

As I said, her name is Angel.

My cousin, Shawndra, who gave her to my Dad after my mother passed away, named her–or maybe it was her daughter Mikayla–I’m not sure.

Either way, it was love at first sight for my daughter, Lady J–Protector of The Animal Kingdom!

For me…

Well, it was kinda-sorta love at first sight, but I was a little hesitant because I knew that while Lady J might be Protector of The Animal Kingdom, she is by no means Feeder and Walker of Dog at 5:30am.

That was going to be me!

As for Angel, she didn’t give a hoot, as long as she had a nice place to lay, good food, fresh water and a daily walk.

Now, to the point of this post.

So, we’ve already established that I am Feeder and Walker of Dog at 5:30am-sometimes 4:00am, but I forgot to mention that I am also Do-er of Every-damn-thang else.

Do you think that matters to Angel?

Absolutely not, in fact, she happily goes about her life–disrespecting me, everybody and everything that crosses her path.

Shall I count the ways?

  1. She stands on all of my notebooks–bending and tearing up the pages.
  2. She conducts daily shouting matches, lectures and debates with the neighbor’s dog.
  3. She gets on my lap, places her butt in my face and proceeds to “chill for a minute ’til the next episode.”
  4. She dares Lady J to “cross THIS line” everyday around lunch time.
  5. She chastises the squirrels, birds and the rest of the woodland creatures for living their best lives.
  6. She nudges the bathroom door open in the middle of the night to see what I’m doing–no matter what I’m doing.

I could go on–but, in the interest of time, I won’t.

She is just so disrespectful…but it’s all good!

To be honest, all of this only endears her to me.

Why?

Because this same little disrespectful hobgoblin is the first to notice when I feel sad or otherwise off-kilter.

It’s been said that dogs and horses have a “sixth sense” for these things.

Anyway, it still amazes me how she climbs up into my lap, becomes uncharacteristically solemn and begins to live up to her name–Angel–a heavenly being holding a hallowed space for my spirit to rise up!

Ah, but when she feels that I’m all better, she jumps down off my lap, goes to the patio door and continues an ongoing tirade against the birds for singing in the trees.

My dog is so disrespectful…but it’s all good because I love her–no matter what.

Angel at the window patrolling the woodland creatures

Angel, standing on my notebook