Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails. 

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

Have you seen the tv show on Own? If not, are you insane? Do you not have a television set? There is no reason to not watch Love Is..

Point blank period.

Lets get into this post honey.

It’s a reason I’m the way I am about love. It’s mostly related to the Bible verse above. 1st Corinthians 13:4-8 is my absolute favorite and yeah, its my holy grail. I’ve based most of what I know about love off of that blueprint.

Surely Mara Brock Akil had Corinthians in mind when she created the hit tv show Love Is on the Own Network.

Chile, I’m all in.

Let me clarify.

This is my kind of show.

The storytelling and the show itself resonates with me in a plethora of ways. For starters she created this show with her husband, Salim Akil who is her business partner and its based off of their real life story. That’s the first thing that attracted me to it. Secondly, it’s speaks to who I am. How tired are we of seeing the stereotypical black male on mainstream tv playing the drug dealer, a straight up deadbeat and a loser? We are tired. It’s not our total experience and the way she writes the story is just gorgeous.

Yasir and Nuri are the characters.

They are unapologetically the shit.

Yes I said that. They are the shit.

I believe them.

I love them.

I want to be Nuri.

Hell, when I’m watching I kinda vamp into her anyway. I feel it all, as if it’s happening to me.

That fine black man Yasir, I want to have him for myself.

And… About Yasir, or the Actor that plays him, let’s just get into the magic that is Will Catlett. I’ve been a fan of him from his days on the now defunct Youtube series That Guy. Will is too believable in this role. Michelle Weaver who plays Nuri has a great chemistry with Will. They are basically two breakout stars who’ve captivated the hearts of thousands of viewers. Brand new folks making it do what it do.

Yuri and Nasir.

Unapologetically the shit.

Yes, I said it again.

There is something magical that happens when these two characters come onto the screen.

I’m going to be real transparent here for a moment. I weep from almost every episode. Listen to me now, I literally weep. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out why my reaction was that of tears. I later realized that this show made me remember love. I’ve been doing the most and had completely forgot. The gesture, the feeling, and the absolute beauty of love.

Lord help me!

I had forgotten what it’s like to be “in” love.

Dear God in heaven.

The way I’ve been carrying myself is the complete antithesis of what I’m not.

I am love. Deep feeling. Emotional to the 10th power, and oh my my my, I had forgot.

As a lover of writing, words and storytelling , this kind of show bends me in ways that I’ve always wanted to stretch but didn’t quite know how. This show is for us, by us and about us.

FUBU y’all.. Don’t worry, you’ll catch it later.

It’s bitter sweet because the next episode is the season finale and it seems as if we’ve only just begun. The good news is the show has already been renewed for a second season. Yay love!

Love Is.. the boom and the bip.

Love Is.. the creme de le creme.

Love Is a risk but the caveat is.. well it’s, love. In a world full of folly, It’s what we need today. It conquerors all. It heals all. Love never fails.

The blueprint.

Watch Love Is on Tuesday’s at 10 pm on the Own network.

Peace, love and more love,


May I tell you how much you mean to me?

You mean EVERYTHING to me. I wish I could tell you.

Is it too late? Have I missed the chance. How about I hate myself for not cherishing you MORE when I had you here with me.

Yesterday was rough.

Sometimes I get through it easy enough and other times, I’m just numb.

August 18th was my mother’s birthday. I lost her almost 20 years ago.

It feels like yesterday.

I miss her so much.

She was so beautiful..

I had two kids before she departed this life. I wish they had known more of her but they were really too young. My oldest remembers her vividly and still questions why I didn’t let her visit her grandmother in the hospital. I thought I was protecting her, and honestly I thought I had more time. Boy, was I wrong.

My mother did all the right things. She ate right. Was active enough. She never smoked or drank. But her heart, well it was as weak. Perhaps it was the years of abuse she suffered in her early marriage years. Perhaps it was the the broken-heartedness she suffered from having her baby boy snatched from her by that monster of a husband she had. The questions are many, but the answers are few.

She was so gentle and kind. Hilariously funny and truly angelic. Perhaps too much for this world. The only thing I know with certainty is that I miss her terribly. The yearning never quiet goes away. At times I’m going about my day and from out of no where I get a whiff of her smell. Floral and pure. It’s crazy. My daughter tells me she often smells her too.

I know she’s present.

Watching. Looking. Protecting.

But is she proud? God I hope so.

I was twenty- seven years old when she passed.

If only I knew then what I know now.

Well Ma.. what else can I say. Rest on in heavenly peace. Thank you for watching over me and your grandchildren. I know you’ve got the angels working over time because me and your grandchildren are an absolute piece of work! We love and honor you always and forever. We’ll never forget you.


If you are a true music lover, this flavored album will likely be the most glorious hour and four minutes that you’ve spent in a long time. Danger Zone, by the incomparable Judy Cheeks has arrived and it’s smoking hot. The contrast of Judy’s voice within the folds of this music is the right kind of vibe. The title track is an up-tempo dance number that will have you snapping your fingers and humming along as if you have no other choice but to walk into the “Danger Zone.”

The groove continues into the declaration-styled anthem, “Never Wanna Be Without Your Love,” where the richness of Judy’s voice is the distinct star of the track. The Stevie Wonder infused, “If I Were You,” is a petition to a lover and you can feel that in every note as she sings, “every day you try to question me about a love that your heart should see in me.” The range and pitch of her voice is phenomenal in all of these tracks and you begin to see just how seasoned and versatile Judy Cheeks is. “Hard Woman,” is an edgy track that proves the roar of a woman is like no other. With powerful conviction, it screams the freedoms of a hard woman that takes no mess! Whether the calming adoration of “Love Will,” which promises that it will give you light and change your mind, or the soul-stirring, foot-stomping, “Love Has Come Back,” there is no doubt that Judy Cheeks is a force to be reckoned with on the music scene. “So Close” leaps from the depths of Judy’s soul. Her voice is gorgeous on this romantic interlude that captures the essence of when love has been found in the purest form. She speaks of desire, and confidence, a boldness really that declares, “we are so close that I can feel you living inside me, feel you breathing through me, so close.” Other stand out tracks like, “Break Me Baby,” “Who’s That Girl, and “How Do You Do It,” are worth mentioning. There is something for everyone within the sixteen songs offered on this brilliantly executed project. The timing is perfect. The blend of Judy’s voice with the dynamics of her lyrics will minister and soothe your soul in a way that music has not done in a long time. This wave into the Danger Zone, is one worth riding.

You can link with Judy Cheeks for updates on Facebook and find her music on Itunes , Cd baby and other digital outlets.

As always- love, peace and good music,


I blocked you on Facebook years ago. My communication ended with you decades ago. Then you find me on Instagram, how clever, but see boo, I block hoes and I blocked you too. LEAVE ME ALONE. and now, you bring your ass over to my secred space, my blog? What is it with you huh? This blog, and my words- it’s my heart. You don’t get to enter my heart in any capacity. When i said stay out of my life, I meant that. I don’t want you in my life. I decided for me, and no amount of stalking or creepy tendancies that you exude will ever change that. Here I am worrying about my FHA loan, worrying about my children, healthcare, homelessness, finishing school, and this idiot finds a way to get a view into my life. How dare you, you damn idiot. You best be worrying about the trump administration, that’s what you need to focus on..


You know what.. You heffas kills me… Makes my booty and my scalp itch.

You huzzies will talk about how you are so special because you have a man, the best man in the world as if it makes you, supreme being because nobody else has what you have.
You’ll talk about how you will take someone’s man, and be a side chic and claim its your right. You’ll talk about 32 inches of Brazilian, Remi, Russian, Peruvian, or Cambodia hair, the best edge control this side of the earth, and the latest and hottest hand bag.
You’ll show that cheap ass bag of shaat that bae got you from Victoria Secret, and the barely alive flowers he picked up from the Giant on the way to your house for a booty call.
You will post about the hottest party of the year, and how you stunted on every one of them. You’ll talk about being petty as if it’s somehow cute. Like it’s a badge of honor and then will have a cheering squad like yea, I’m petty too. 
On a daily, you will insult other sisters as if they are somehow beneath you, and you do it with so much pride. You’ll call yourselves bad bitches, and then demand that a man respect you like you are the grand quintessential everything. You’ll talk about your baby daddy being a dead beat, even though you picked him, and talk about his new baby momma being ugly and nasty and fat,and then fuss with your new mans baby momma like it’s somehow your right. 
You’ll talk about your haters, how someone looks fat, ugly, has two stomachs, two necks, wears a waist trainer and is a hoe, but you heffas won’t talk about social injustice and race relations in this country.. 
You heffas won’t acknowledge that we have a real crises within our own communities, let alone America. 

Keep on living in your own comatose bubble and getting your lashes done by Ming ting a ling, and painting brows on with sharpie markers but when it comes to what really matters, you are as shallow and superficial asthe 1 feet of pool water that they put in the baby pool.. Chile, vamoose… Be gone!

Before you say it, or even think, I’ll say it. Yes, I’ve been away from this blog way to long. Listen, man, look.. I’ve been consumed by school and parenthood and life in general. So forgive me. But what better way to bring me out of my hiatus than a good old rant.. I’m not checking for grammatical errors or sentence structure so you shouldn’t either. I get enough of that in school. Save your corrections for someone who cares. This is not that type of post.  This is just a rant..full of slang, and possibly errors… but the point is to make folks take a look inside. we have bigger fish to fry..

Peace and love,

Dee  (hey y’all.. I missed my blog)



Baltimore, the home of the Wire is what most people acclimated the city to be about before.

Baltimore the home of the Freddie Gray Riots is the culmination of who you think we are now.

For starters,  anybody who was there, and breathed it would never call it the Baltimore riots.
Let’s be clear on that.
It was an uprising.
The Baltimore uprising.

A series of riotous behavior did occur, I dont dispute that. Historically, it is the culture of who we are but compared to some other instances, what was shown here was minimal and that behavior was no where near the sum of all parts.
I know, because I saw it. I experienced the truth of it and I have been writing about it every since. I have gone through a multitude of thoughts and emotions.

By now, most have seen the video of Freddie Gray screaming in pain as he was viciously dragged to a police van. I still can’t watch the video. When I see it played over and over again on news media outlets, I quickly search for my remote control to change the channel. It rattles my bones. It hurts me deep down inside, and it makes me so uncomfortable.

I realize that the whole of Baltimore felt this same rattling, and discomfort, and it reacted. Some with anger, some with protest, but most with saddness. Freddie Gray was somebodies baby. He was a brother, a friend, a homeboy, and yes, he was Baltimore.

What happened to him has been happening, but this time, we had video. The crime perpetuated by those put in a position to fight crime could no longer be hidden.
The chicanery was exposed.
The covers were pulled, and what it revealed was an ugliness that ignites our city daily.
The pressure cooker if you will, has popped. And now, there is no turning back.

You saw unrest.
You saw the burning CVS.
A tragedy it was. But what else did you see?
Did the news media show the neighbors coming out of their homes to clean up?
Did you see community leaders standing in solidarity with the rest of the city?
Did you see the prayer that took place in the streets daily?
Did you see.
How about the resources that were given out by regular citizens. Did you see everyday folks in the community feeding others?
Did you see activist standing on the front lines speaking for the voiceless?
Did you see. Yea, I thought so, crickets.
But keep acting like you didn’t see. I saw. I applaud these unmentioned heroes.

I put off posting about it because the passion that resides deep in my heart about it sometimes scares me. 
Within my passion, I’m still human. I still considered what others might think or say about my views. Who I’d be perceived as.
Trying to be politically correct.
And then it hit me.
I’m no politian.
In my writing, I’m always transparent.
I’m unable to hide the truth of who I am. So much has happened that, at this point, it matters not so much of what other antiquate me as.
I have children, and amongst them, a son. I am raising my son in a climate such as this and my talks of him being smart, following the rules, and knowing your rights has now shifted to my daughters. The scary part is that the information I give them, still may be enough. 

It’s a thunderous roar within when you still, after four hundred years, have to talk to your sons and daughters about equality.
Racial equality.

Folks can continue to act like it’s a sore that a bandaid can cover all they want to. The canker sore has festered far too long and it’s inflammed and oozing with the puss of racism, sexism, urbanism, exclusion, entitlement, white privilage, and everything else in between.
This infection has ruptured and spilled into a generation that many see as lost. Oh, but no see.
This new movement, they are more aware. More infected, and more severe than there predecessors ever were. They have a fire rubbling in their bellies and at this point, it can’t be stopped.

At the helm of this new movement are Baltimore City activist. Stepping up and educating. Swooping in and speaking, telling the truth of what lies beneath.

Folks like the ever talented Devin Allen, whose pictures of his hood during the uprising made it to Time magazine. He’s from west Baltimore and in his own words, he knew that the truth wouldn’t be shown in the media unless he shot it and told the story through his lens.
Young brothers like Kwame Rose, who didn’t know the impact he would have when he stood against the media, Geraldo Rivera in fact and told him, “get out of Baltimore City, because you aren’t reporting the truth.”
Activist like Deray Mckesson, hailed as a victor in the black lives matter movement and powerful voice against police brutality, who loves his blackness as well as yours, but accused of being a high level agitator simply because he tells the truth.

Empresses like Malacka Reed, a long time advocate for the youth of baltimore who spends her days making up women from the inside out, and who has taken the spiritual call to lead the women and youth of Baltimore City through the journey of truth and liberation.
They don’t understand.
These people are on fire for our city.
These people are on fire for the world.
There are several more who I haven’t named here.  In urban communities all over the world, these game changers are ever present. We have a whole new generation of freedom fighters who have answered the call, and who are accused just as their predecessors were of stirring the pot. Well guess what, not only does the pot have to be stirred, the soup has to be served.
I get it, the powers that be don’t want our people to be fed. They want us to remain in darkness, unconscious, unwilling, and not knowing how to fight a systematic course of wrong way doing, acting, and thinking.

Why is the black lives matter declaration trying to be changed to all lives matter?
Why is it a problem that brothers and sisters speak this affirmation; black lives matter.
It’s not exclusive. It’s inclusive. You don’t have to be black to believe this statement to be true. Everyone is invited to acknowledge this truth.
It’s a declaration, a statement really to reaffirm who we are to ourselves because mainstream America tries to make us believe that our lives don’t  matter.

When a teenaged African American male is left dead in the streets for several hours, while the whole Ferguson watches, including loved ones of the deceased, you certainly aren’t saying that our lives matter.

When you chase and then drag an African American Freedie Gray through Baltimore because he made eye contact, and a week later he’s dead, you certainly can’t believe that black life matters.

When an unarmed black man is put in a chokehold tactic that is prohibited by the NYPD, and restrained by officers to the point of saying I can’t breathe, and ignored, until he dies of cardiac arrest on the street, there is no way you believe black life matters.

When you pull an African American female from her car on a traffic stop, take her to jail, and then she turns up dead, you can’t truly believe that black lives matter.

When you casually pull up on an armed white male who you knew had shot and killed nine people in SC, and offer him a cheesburger, you make a statement that black life doesn’t matter.

That’s why we reaffirm it.
We scream it.
We hashtag it. 
We pump our fist.
We feed it to the youth because they need the truth.
Black life matters, and I’m not asking permission to voice that, or to prove it. It is our inheritant right.
I love all life, please believe me, but ALL lives aren’t being handled the way black lives are. I stand victoriously today, and everyday, with all that is within me, because I know the truth. I validate it, I affirm it, I scream it. I write it. I breathe it. I sit in it. I take glory in it, and I mean it. Black Lives Matter.


My daughters in the midst of the uprising. It was my duty to have them be a part of this moment.


This moment marching through from city hall through downtown Baltimore  was so surreal. At one point I stopped and broke out in tears.


Couldn’t believe we were still marching after all these years.


At city hall being a part of one of the many peaceful rallies and protest that took place in Baltimore City.


A protester holding up a very important sign during a peaceful march.


The nation of Islam during a prayer rally at city hall.


Myself and some others that connected during the march from city hall to Penn North, the heart of the unrest.


Prince announces a pop up shown in Baltimore and a rally for peace concert in memory and honor of Freddie Gray and others.


And I had to be there


Someone stopped me as I was walking into the concert venue to ask questions simply because I had on a t-shirt that read black lives matter. After he found out the educated sister I was, and not at all who he assumed I’d be, he swiftly moved on.


Me and my Auntie had an awesome time at the concert. The city had awesome energy.


The 365 Empress movement organized this beautiful event in Baltimore City, “Talk in the Park” headed by Malacka Reed. Business women of all races, and community organizers shared a wealth of information and resources. The
energy was amazing, and Malacka spoke with so much power and conviction.


Others at the talk were invited into the circle speak on their concerns, and my cousin used her voice to do so.


Had my daughter and little cousin with me soaking up good enrichment and learning at the Talk in the park.


After that talk, my mind was overloaded and I knew I had to get home to do the thing that soothes me most, I had to get to writing.

I’m no different than anyone else. I work hard to put food on the table. I follow the law, and respect others. I want the best for my life, and the lives of my children and loved ones. I care about people, that’s just who I am. I’m thankful that I was raised with the sense and knowledge to live and love with everyone alike. I was also raised to know history, believe in myself and to follow the truth.

Baltimore is the city I was raised in, but it’s just one of many cities across the nation that experiences racial profiling, injustice, and prejudice daily. We can all get involved in our own communities, and even beyond that. Use your voice in a positive way. Stay current on relevant issues, and let’s fight together for equality and justice for everyone. Laws need to be changed. People need to be able to depend on law enforcement, not be afraid of them. Let’s work together and change the world.

Peace and love and many blessings,


Screaming all the way to heaven. Happy Mothers day to my Mom and Grandmom.
These two have shaped the very fabric of who I’ve come to be. I have the sensitivity,  the humor,  the seriousness, I have the love of God, the love for others, and the gift of many things and I owe all thanks for these things to God for blessing me with the honor, and the privilege of being molded by you two. Never thought I could make it without you. And what do you know, the lessons you’ve taught me have given me just enough to go on another day. My mother. She was so very special. The sweetest sweet. The kindest kind. The nectar of fresh fruit on the the ripest day of spring, yes, that was you. My Jumae. The quintessential everything. The strongest strong. Songbird of all songbirds. Loving strong and hard, and in it all there was beauty. In it all, there was God. I could write all day, and I could cry all day. But instead, I choose to remember, and reflect, and thank God for his magnificent selection. Who would I be if I didn’t know you two? The thought rattles me. I stand and represent that I am the woman that knew you both, and I loved you pure and you loved me back. You taught me best. And for that, I salute you. Happy Mothers day Ma & Jumae !

Happy Mothers day moms, and to anyone who has lost a mother or a grandmother, I feel your heart. You are not alone. Be encouraged and have a great day remembering the life of the one who came before you and made it all possible for you to exist.

Peace and love,


The year was 1976.
I was four years old.
The man who created this master piece is Stevie Wonder.

Most people wouldn’t believe me, but it’s true. Stevie Wonder is one of the people that made me fall in love with words and lyrics. He has to be the first person to make me cry to music. The words, they moved me. I swayed. The way he fuses things together are precisely what I want to say, but I don’t know it until Sir Stevie says it. I discovered this early. I credit my mom and my aunties for keeping my house filled with some of the best music of all times. I love them for this. I adore them for this. I am a better person because of it. This album is by far, one of, if not the best bodies of work that I have ever experienced. And I’m telling you, I knew this at a very young age.
Music is as much a part of my life now as it was then. If there could be a musical prodigy of sorts for a listener and lover of music, I would be she.
I am she.
I’m all gaga right now.
Floating on a cloud I can’t come down from.
Anybody who knows me, also knows that Stevie Wonder is it for me.
The quintessential everything.
Yea, whatever.
I say the man is it.
The bread and butter.
The moth to the flame.
The invention of everything and all things great and beautiful and lovely..
And finally.
I can scratch this off my bucket list.
I saw Stevie Wonder in concert.
Four magnificent hours.
Songs in the key of life.
In order as they were presented on this 1976 Grammy award winning album.

He sang it just the way I needed him to.
He soothed my ache.
He ruptured my soul.
He touched me y’all, on the inside parts.
The lyrics were like all together new, and,different, and familiar, all at the same damn time.
I sang along. Most times out loud. Sometimes in my head. but, oh man, my man. The most prolific musical icon of my time. We breathed the same air. We occupied the same space. And it was exuberant.
I was blown completely away.
I can almost feel the tears well up in my eyes again.
This is the love of a lifetime. The concert of a lifetime.
This experience. Ahhh.
My words won’t flow cohesively because I’ve gone mad..
What more can I say.
The melody in my ear.
The songs of my life.
The soundtrack to my heart.
Songs in the key of Dee.
Yes, I came right home and put the album on indefinite repeat.
I’ll be loving this moment until the rainbow burns the stars out of the sky.
until the ocean travels every mountain high,until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea, until we dream of life and life becomes a dream ,until the day is night and night becomes the day, until the trees and seas just up and fly away,
until the day that 8x8x8 is 4,  until the day that is the day that are no more, until the day the earth starts turning right to left,  until the earth just for the sun denies itself, until dear Mother Nature says her work is through, until the day that you are me and I am you.
NOW.. ain’t that loving you.
Who writes like that.
Who pens lyrics like that.
Nobody else.
Only Sir Stevie Wonder.
And that’s a fact jack.
Drop the mic.
Or the pen for that matter.
I’m done.

Oh yea. India Arie was there and featured over and over. She was good, but you know it was all about Stevie for me.


Peace, love, and yes, words, and lyrics honey…



I’m ready for you.
What took you so long to get here?
To feel the warmth of your breeze swaying me this way and that.
To be sunkissed and embraced by the idea of it all.
It was bleek, and cold without you.
Sure, I like being wrapped up, strutting tall in my boots, scarves around my neck like turbans to the head, accessorizing me to the hills, but you, I missed.
I want my toes to wiggle and be painted bright with bold reminders of the new days you are here to bring.
Welcome home.
I’m so glad we meet again.
I’m giddy, and ready to share in the beauty of bright and sun filled days to come.