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Pledge of Allegiance

I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under GOD, indivisible, with LIBERTY and JUSTICE for ALL.


Excerpt from The Declaration of Independence

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness…”



Enjoy your holiday my American friends  🙂

Love and light to us, and to our friends all over the world!

Lady G 😘 💋






I’ve Noticed…





Friends, I’d like to chat with you about some things that I have recently noticed.

Before I begin, allow me to warn you in advance that you may or may not agree with any of my observations.

That’s alright with me.

But, hopefully, after you read this, we will still be able to maintain a high level of mutual respect; even if we have opposing points of view.

In my mind, that is one of the hallmarks of civility; don’t you think?


Let me start by saying that I strongly believe that we ALL matter.  Every single one of us.


However, based on several past and present events, I’ve noticed that some people do not agree with me. Sadly, I have no choice but to draw this conclusion based on the murders of Alton Sterling and Philando Castile; not to mention Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, Michael Brown, Sandra Bland and so on…

To be blunt, I’ve noticed that, to some folks, we, as Black people, don’t matter much at all.

Assuming that this is the case, some of us have felt compelled to respond by attempting to validate or reiterate our value. Unfortunately, others have intentionally decided to misrepresent this validation in order to advance an agenda that is racially divisive.

To be clear, if I were to say to you, “Black lives matter,” recognize that I am NOT saying “ONLY Black lives matter;” I am saying that “Black lives matter TOO.”

To be honest, I don’t even know why I feel the need to clarify that point. Frankly, I find it ridiculous that I, or anyone else, would need to convince another human being that we all have the same intrinsic value?

Are we not an advanced civilization?

Anyway, I’ve also noticed another troubling phenomenon.

In essence, I have observed the tendency for some folks to attempt to deflect attention away from any conversation about the staggering number of deadly interactions between police officers and Black people by pointing to so-called “Black on Black crime.”  They do this in order to imply that Black people are not as concerned when a Black person is murdered by another Black person.  How ludicrous is that?  To be fair, the next question should be, “Why are you concerned about ‘Black on Black crime?’ Are you working to fix it?”

If the answer is, “No,” then the follow-up statement has to be, in the words of Jesse Williams, “Then, sit down.”

To be honest, in most cases, I don’t expect that the answer will be “Yes.”

Now, before I proceed with my next point I’d like to stress the fact that most people are more likely to be murdered by someone that they know or interact with on a regular basis.  That said, Blacks tend to kill more Blacks and Whites tend to kill more Whites and Asians tend to kill more Asians and so on and so forth.

Suffice it to say, we, as Americans, have a major problem with violence –across the board.

With that in mind, I would ask folks to resist the temptation to engage in conversational trickery, and, instead, I’d ask that they take a moment to think more compassionately about what happens to entire families and communities when a police officer, or anyone else, decides to use unnecessary deadly force against another human being.

To bring it home, folks should ask themselves :

What would I do if Philando Castile took good care of my autistic child? How would I explain his death?  Why am I even HAVING to explain his death?

Finally, I’ve noticed that many of us are quick to paint all law enforcement officers with a broad and negative brush stroke –without considering the fact that they have a VERY tough job to do and they are often undertrained and overworked.  To be sure, that’s the kind of thinking that led to the tragic murders of several police officers in Dallas.

It should be noted that I have a special regard for law enforcement; both my father and brother worked in that field.

Anyway, instead of complaining, we need to be sure to vote for folks who will insure that the right people are selected to say the oath and carry the badge. Clearly, not everybody is cut out for such a demanding and stressful career. Trust me, we will continue to see more and more abuse of power cases if we don’t start vetting law enforcement officers more closely.

I don’t know about you but I don’t want to deal with a short tempered simple-minded ass bully carrying a glock.

In addition, once officers are properly vetted and hired, higher-ups need to teach them how to, for example, de-escalate a volatile situation; we all know that it can be done.  Sadly, it seems that de-escalation is more likely to happen when the suspect is NOT Black or Brown.

I’m just sayin!

By the way, it is not lost on me that some police officers have a tendency to ESCALATE an otherwise manageable situation. Again, proper law enforcement training is critical to a relatively peaceful outcome.

Ok, I’ve had my say.  And to be brutally honest, it took me a few days to calm down before I wrote this post.  I didn’t want to run everybody off! LOL!

Please believe that your girl was pissed the fuck off!  But I am a little better now so I’ll go ahead and move on.

But before I go, let me warn you, those of us who refuse to get our act together and move forward in a loving and positive way will find ourselves in a state of extinction.  No system can maintain itself with this level of insanity.

So, I know what I gotta do.

What about you?


It’s Personal


Updated:  6/13/2016 at 11:02am EST

If you have spent any amount of time on this blog then you already know a little bit about me; including the fact that I have two children whom I love dearly.

My youngest is 10 years old and my oldest is 22.  Yeah, I realize that there is a big difference in their ages but that’s just how the chips fell in my life and I wouldn’t change a thing about that.

Suffice it to say that my babies are my heart. And I mean that!  With that said, as a mother, I am sick to death of watching the aftermath of a deranged lunatic’s murderous rampage against our nation’s children.

Just to be clear, for the purposes of this post, the terms ‘child’ or ‘children’ are applied to anyone who has not yet attained the age of  150.

Sorry folks but your mother sees you as her child -I don’t give a damn how old you are.

At any rate, in 2012, like most folks, I was glued to the TV when the Sandy Hook shootings occurred.  I watched and cried as parents buried baby after baby after baby after baby.

I agonized as they eulogized the brave adults who lost their own lives trying to save their young students.

During that time, I remember looking at my youngest child (who was the same age as those kids) and thinking surely this massacre will be the turning point!  Surely, all parents will come together and take a stand!  Surely we can all agree that no civilian needs to own a freaking arsenal of semiautomatic rifles! Surely, this is the last straw!

The last straw!  Right?

Oh hell no, it was NOT the last straw.  In fact, there were many more murders to come and go. Each one resulting in a whole lot of nothing– from a legislative perspective.

Then this!  The worse mass murder in U. S. history.

So who were the victims this time?  I’ll tell you who they were.  They were people, just like you or me; out having a good time.  Many of them were young people who were about my son’s age with their whole lives ahead of them.

So what if most of them were members of the LGBTQ community?

To me, that’s beside the point!

The real and sobering fact of the matter is this, each and every person in that club was somebody’s son, daughter, uncle, aunt, brother, sister, father, mother, lover, husband, or wife ….and, to me,  that MAKES IT PERSONAL!

Now if you don’t believe it should be taken personally, read this article about a text conversation between a mother and her son.  By the way, this text conversation took place while this woman’s son was in attendance at The Pulse in Orlando, Florida this past Saturday night; the scene of the aforementioned mass murders.

Mind you, when this post was published, there had been no word on this young man’s fate. (Update:  Sadly, CNN has confirmed that this young man, Eddie Jamoldroy Justice, did not survive.)

Friends, when I read this article, I couldn’t help but cry for this mother, Mina Justice, because one of her son’s first messages to her was “Mommy, I love you.”  I cried because I have received that same type of message from my own son.

Frankly, I would argue that if you can read the above exchange, between mother and child, and remain unaffected, may God bless your numbed soul.

In fact, may God bless us all anyway –because we need it.


But it’s still personal and I am no longer planning to watch from the sidelines.

Not anymore.