Six Months

Well, it's been 6 months for this lovely journey and it's been fun. However, if I had known that my hair would be a conversation starter, I would have thought of something else to do. LOL!! I got followed into a McDonalds by a women who wanted to know WHO did my hair. A lady started up a conversation with me at the doctor's office......the list goes on and on. A little attention ain't bad. (smile)

Anyhoo, I have started to do some styles and thought I post a few random pics:

I was actually running late to choir rehearsal when I created this one.

This was pulled back into a clip with a little swag on the side. This is the day that the lady followed me into McDonalds.

This was my Sunday-go-to-meetin' do. I was quite suprised that I could pull all of my locs into one clip in the back.

This is one of my hair ties that I have made - with the matching earrings. I have made several of them.

As you can see, I have been having a lot of fun with my hair, it's been really hot here in the midwest for the last 2 weeks. The hot weather has actually inspired me to try different things. Next, it's on to some headwraps, of course I will post some pics.

Peace Lovies!!

Never Can Say Goodbye

I've said it many times. I grew up in a small town in Michigan the 70's - a time when you could hang around outside after dark, leave your door unlocked and everybody went to church. In addition to that, the 70's was a time when you only saw black entertainers on The Ed Sullivan Show and/or the Merv Griffin show.

There was no internet, youtube, BET videos, colored TV or cable. So, an announcement that the Jackson 5, The Temptations, Gladys Night and the Pips, James Brown, etc., was coming on one of those shows was enough to shut down any game of street football, tag, baseball, stickball, a hopscotch tournament, or any other neighborhood olympics. Our mothers and fathers would proclaim from the front porches or stoops "The Jackson 5 is coming on theEd Sullivan Show" and the streets would empty quicker than any thunderstorm that frequently sent us running for shelter on those midwestern hot summer days.

As I grew older I accumulated pictures, albums, CD's cassettes, children and a husband. Hubby and I have worked hard to keep the legacies of people like Michael Jackson, EWF, Marvin Gaye, The Temptations, The Supremes, and many more alive so our children can grow from them and understand where today's music truly comes from. When we heard the news about Michael Jackson, we were numb, and our children were devastated. All my husband and I could remember was that beautiful, bright eyed little boy with a huge afro and a wide brimmed hat aced-duced over to one side mezmerizing us with his voice on the Ed Sullivan show.

I cannot and will not comment on the trials of his life, all I can say is I hope that his next life will give him more peace than he got in this one. He gave unselfishly of himself to leave us with a tremendous legacy of music, let's let go of the unproven allegations and remember all of the good that he did. Rest In Peace Michael Jackson - we will see you again on the other side.

Peace Lovies!!

Water, Water, Water

It's summer time and I absolutely LOVE hot weather!!! I wanted to take a few moments to talk Spritz. I have heard that you should spritz your hair in the early stages of locking because it will slow down the loc process and/or make your hair come loose. Well, I have found that spritzing is the best thing I can do for my hair. I don't have any issues with itchy scalp or dandruff. I know that everyone's hair is different, so I can only talk about what works for ME. My hair LOVES the water and reacts very well to the daily spritz routine.

My spritz contains distilled water, aloe vera gel, almond oil, jojoba oil and a precious few drops of rosemary oil. I can't stress enough that you have to be careful with the rosemary oil - rosemary increases blood flow. If you are prone to high blood pressure, PLEASE do not use the rosemary at all. On the day that I had my biopsy, my blood pressure was a little high - I forgot about the rosemary oil in my spritz and spritzed my hair, as usual, before I went in for my procedure. Also, because I have rosemary in my spritz, I do not use it before I exercize or go to dance practice.

I have also found that it is absolutely necessary that you take in the appropriate amount of water each day. I hear people say "I don't like water" - well all I can say to that is, it doesn't matter if you like water or not, your body NEEDS it. I drink 64 ounces of water each day without fail, it is good for your body, your skin and your hair. Those of you who may be having problems with itchy scalp or dry hair, before you go spend money on another product, check your water intake, if you are drinking less than 8, 8oz glasses of water, then you are not giving your body what it needs. Most of us don't realize that some of the problems we are having with our hair can easily be corrected with the right combinations of water, vitamins, herbs and eating the right things. Before I went natural, my hair was a HOT MESS. I was stressed, vitamin defficent and not eating properly. Once I corrected those things, I saw an immediate turn around with my skin, nails and hair. Being lock'd has it's own set of responsibilities just like any other lifestyle. While we are at different stages of our journeys, let us not forget to take care of ourselves and love ourselves from the inside out. Growth does not start at the skin, it starts beneath the skin and that's where we have to start feeding our hair, beneath the skin with the proper amount of water and nutrients.

Peace Lovies!!

Five Months

I'm late posting these pics because my home internet service was off for a while. Anyhoo, I am about 1 week shy of my 6 month anniversary but my hubby took this picture and I really liked it and thought I would post it.

This one is called "Mop-heads". We were getting ready to go to an Open House after getting our daughter off to her senior prom and hubby said, "I need to see all the Mopheads in the living room for a picture". I'm proud to be a mop-head!!

ISN'T SHE LOVELY!!

There she goes, to her Senior Prom. I remember when that girl would crawl into bed with me at night........now, she's off to college in a couple months. Man how time flies when you're having FUN.

Sitting at the Feet of the Elders

I grew up in a small town in Michigan the 70's - a time when you could leave your door unlocked while walking to the neighborhood store, play outside until the streetlights came on, be out all over the neighborhood all day in the summer and only come home to drink a little 'red' kool-aid on a break and then you were right back out the door again. The other thing about that time was - you had BETTER respect your elders. You didn't even think of raising up an eyebrow at any of them unless you wanted to get your BUTT BEAT by them and then by your parents when you got home. The 70's was a time where everyone in the neighborhood could whoop your a** at a momen't notice. Gone are the days baby. Gone are the days.

I am currently working as a research interviewer for Indiana University School of Phsychiatry. Every day I go out and meet African American Senior Citizens in my city and ask them a series of questions to help with the research for Alzheimers and Dementia for which there is no cure at this point.

I have met some of the most WONDERFUL, wise and energetic Elders that I have ever seen in my entire life. They are positive, sweet, courageous and a joy to be around - keep in mind that they range in age from 65 to 99 and some of them are quite ill. Even some of the most cranky old men have a wealth of wisdom that they are glad to share to anyone who will listen.

One gentleman that I interviewed yesterday has cancer in his throat and it has slowly started to spread. He's 87 years old. When I arrived at his house, it was raining badly and he wife let me in and offered me coffee. I looked out the window and saw my 87 year old client climbing up a ladder OUTSIDE IN THE RAIN to clean out his gutters.

During the interview, he became emotional..........not sad, understand, this gentleman started shouting hallelujah because he's happy to have lived this long and knows that he still has a lot of living to do. Now, think about this for a minute, he's 87 - has cancer - his wife had a heart attack and a mild stroke while she was in he hospital recovering fromt he heart attack recently - but all he can think about is how good his creator has been to him and how wonderful his life is. The other thing I noticed about him is that he doesn't look sick. I quickly learned that the reason he doesn't look sick is because he refuses to 'act' like he's sick. He said he's going to keep moving and keep doing things until he just can't do them any more. He feels that he's left here for a reason - and he's going to keep going until his creator says "Stop".

This new journey has awakened a deep sense in me to re-address how I live. My body is a temple and it must be respected. My mind is also precious and it needs to be fed more than my body. My spirit is what centers me, massages my thoughts and helps to keep me grounded and SANE. I have given great thought to what I feed my mind, body and spirit and decided that some changes need to be made - so that I can be the elder that a young sistah or brothah can one day gain some life lessons from.

Let that lift you up!!

Peace Lovies!!

Breast Care

Well, Well, Well,



I have been away from my blog for about a month - I didn't realize how much I missed it until I logged into it today. Am I just plain lazy, NO. I reached a point about 3 weeks ago when time came to a screetching HALT.



I went for my mammogram about a month ago - It was my first one and I was very nervous about it. I should have been having them.....I KNOW, but I was always too busy, didn't have insurance for a while, blah, blah, blah. When you get past all of the excuses I used, I was just plain SCARED to go and have one. One day, my physician's office called and harrassed me about it and I called that afternoon and scheduled an appointment. The appointment went well, I was in and out in a matter of minutes and I felt like a FOOL for being so afraid (even though my chest felt like somebody backed over it with their CAR.


Anyhoo, 1 week passes and I get a call telling me that they found 3 nodules and I would need to go in for an Ultrasound. That's when time STOPPED. I freaked out, called my husband and he immediately calmed me down - he is the absolute BEST at doing that. I scheduled the appointment and went in 2 days later. Didn't tell anyone but Hubby what was going on - he asked if he needed to go with me and I said No. I was determined to handle this like the 45 year old woman that I am. Had the ultrasound and the doctor came in and said a word that NO ONE wants to hear - the word was BIOPSY. He did go on to say that non-cancerous masses were common in African American woman and that I shouldn't worry until there was something to worry about (same words my husband used).

Called Mama - she FREAKED and wanted to come to town for the procedure. I said NO, I wanted her to wait until I knew if I would need something more extensive. Had a talk with my children - had to really sugar coat things for my 13 year old, but my others are grown so they got the blunt truth of the situation. My middle son is the one who was away, so his was the hardest conversation because we had to have it over the phone. My daughter DEMANDED to talk to the doctor so SHE could be sure he knew what he was doing. Told my best-girlfriends and they all started to pray, call and check on me constantly, etc. They did all that stuff the women are supposed to do for each other. When I told Rose, her response was, PICK ME UP ON THE WAY TO THE APPOINTMENT. Got to love my girl!!!!!

I spent 2 weeks wondering if I had cancer,
what was I going to do,
could I really fight this battle
would I lose my hair because of some medication........
What about this, what about that...................it was TORTURE.

Biopsy day was upon us. I cleaned my room (nervous energy)...........hubby drove and we picked up Rose on the way (AS ORDERED). We arrived at the place, Hubby checked his email on their computers while I waited to be called in. During the preliminary part - I cried like a 2 year old. Did I mention that the only medical things I have endured was going to the hospital, popping out a kid, then going back home!!!! One of the nurses told me she'd be with me the whole time and then gave me hugs (gotta love that!!). After 2 burning shots to numb the pain, 5 samples being taken, a clip being put into my breast (that let's future doctors know that a biopsy has been done on that particular breast) and another mammorgram to make sure the clip was in the right place, I was done. Hubby, Rose and I went to breakfast so I could have something in my stopach before taking more pain meds.

I spent the rest of the day laying down, no one in my family would let me do ANYTHING - that's WAY cool. I did answer numerous "are you OK?" texts and a few calls from Mama and Daddy checking on baby girl - I LOVE MOMMY AND DADDY.

The day after the procedure, I stayed in bed, number 1 son watched after me - he's become quite an accomplished herbal tea maker.
Then the phone rang and a very excited voice on the other end said "I couldn't wait to call you with the good news, Your masses are NON-CANCEROUS, you will receive a letter in the mail, we will want to see you again in 6 months!!!!!!!

What's the moral of this story: Put your trust in God and let the doctors do what they are trained to do. Don't be afraid of ANYTHING - especially medical tests, they are there for a reason.......Everything is for a reason.........If my physicians office hadn't started harrassing me about getting a mammogram, I would still be running around being "busy" - too busy to take care of myself properly.

Chamomile Tea awaits.

Peace Lovies!!

My 3 Sons

Well, It's Easter Sunday and I love the holidays mainly because I get to have everyone together. Getting older and having kids in college makes it much more enjoyable when they are all home. There are the constant arguments, chiding, silliness, poking fun at each other and joking that a parent LOVES. Of course, I had to get out my new camera and take some pics of these silly people. Unfortunately, my daughter was very uncooperative to the picture taking - but her PROM is coming soon and I will REALLY get her then. LOL!!

So, here they are, my silly babies - the ones who make life VERY interesting. They also turn quite a few heads when they are all together:

My youngest on the left and my middle son on the right. Do you like the Bob Marley T-shirts??

If you get one acting right, then the other two start acting STUPID. Oh well, it makes life FUN.

Believe it or not, getting these guys to stand still long enough to take a picture together is like catching flies. You gotta love it.

Peace Lovies!!