Goodbye Clouds

Goodbye Clouds

The following took place earlier this eve.

Me to my kid as she runs to the door: Where are you going?

The Kid: I'm going outside.

Me: Why? Get back in here.

The Kid: But the weather man said to say goodbye to clouds. So I want to tell the clouds goodbye.

Mister (the dog): Arf! Arf!

Me ----> O_o

A Prayer For Them...For Him.. For Her...

What is happening to them I wouldn't wish on anyone. Your mom is your mom. It is my prayer that their mom pulls through, just as my grandmother did with her head injury. In a perfect world we want our moms to live forever and if this isn't so, we want them around until we're in our golden years and their work in this world is fully done. 

I pray for comfort and strength in this time. I pray that whatever the final call is, that he won't revert back to what he has known; toxicity. That he will continue to push forward in his growth as a man. 

I also pray that I work on extending the olive branch. I want to, but too cautious and protective. 

Dear God.... it's in your hands. I will accept. I pray that he can and will too. 

Thanks Stacia! - MJB. 

In last night’s premiere Conversation with Single Mothers of Color, Mahoganie Jade Browne, freelance writer and mother of a five-year-old daughter, weighed in on employment and income issues, when asked about the challenges she faces as a single mother. She noted the difficulty in growing her business opportunities while managing the expenses of parenting a young child. “Even with my education and earnings, my job as a freelance writer doesn’t always provide enough income to make ends meet.”

Browne credits her family, with whom she and her daughter share a residence, with helping to bridge the gap.

 Underground Vibes (Mad Blunted Jazz, 1996) || DJ Cam

Too Obscure To Pitch

I'm over the obscure. I don't mind researching to uncover the answers on my own. I just ask for the smidgen of accessibly to reward me for my detective work.  I read you! I study you! I want to write for you! I found you! I am worthy. But you shut me out and caste me aside with the rest of the riff raff. Filf flaf flarn is what you say. 

You send your guards to attack when someone approaches you or them in an unsuitable fashion. I used to sympathize with you. I felt like those wanting in didn't deserve to be inside because they didn't know the basics of pitching. They weren't trained or even took the time to self teach. Scribes in training. Yet, I'm beginning to feel it's not totally their faulty.

You hide from them. You mock them. You dismiss them until you just happened to bump into one of them. Then you will take them under your wings and keep it hovered near.  

Finally considered one of you; at least quasi style. When all they wanted.... all I wanted... was a damn email address to send a formal pitch you. 

It's ok. Our counterparts that are behind other publications are more transparent than you.

No. It's not ok, especially when my topic is about us and impacts... us! What better way to have my story... our story told?

But you decline. Accepting those in the know or who you already know. 

Dreadful. 

"I'd be damned if I put $500 on my back for that man. A suit! That will do!" - Rosalind Russell as Auntie Mame as she preps to meet with Mr. Babcock.