“Truly powerful women don’t explain why they want respect. They simply don’t engage those who don’t give it to them.”
Before Beyonce and Rihanna there was Aaliyah! She was such a great talent and getting ready to peak in her career. I remember the day she passed away, it was a Sunday and we were getting ready for church and it flashed on the screen on MTV . We definitely lost her too soon. I can’t wait to see , “Aaliyah: The Princess of R&B” premiering on Nov. 15 on Lifetime.
October is National Domestic Violence Awareness Month. While not as highly publicized as breast cancer, domestic violence is just as serious, and can also be deadly. It’s an issue that affects more individuals, and families, than we realize.
According to the National Network to End Domestic Violence:
- Every year, about 7 million (yes million) women are raped and/or assaulted by an intimate partner
- More than 1 in 3 women have been raped, physically abused, and/or stalked by an intimate partner in their lifetime
- 1 in 4 girls, and 1 in 6 boys are sexually abused before they reach 8 years old
- An estimated 15.5 million children are exposed to domestic violence each year; and children exposed to domestic violence are likely to attempt suicide, run away from home, experience drug & alcohol abuse, engage in teenage prostitution, and commit sexual assault crimes.
- Men who witness domestic violence as children are 4 times more likely to perpetrate domestic violence as adults.
I confess: I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Ok, so I’m not sick. But I am tired. All of the time. I go to bed tired. I wake up tired. I push through every aspect of my day tired; fighting off sleepiness and combating sluggishness, and forcing myself to give, do, be, just a little bit more. All day long.
This can’t be life.
This is not what I longed for as a child when I couldn’t wait to be an adult, free to do what I want whenever I want. All I want to do now is rest. This is not exactly what I had in mind when I looked forward to having my family, my children and my man. My rocks; my reasons for being…just a little bit more each day.
Is this adulthood? Is this the essence of parenthood? Or is this just a common side effect?
My list of things to do is never ending. And I swear it’s constantly growing. Mother. Lover. Helper. Business Woman. Entrepreneur. Make Money. Build a Legacy. Clean my Home. Shower. Do the Laundry. Clean the Dishes. Make Love. Exercise. Run these Errands. Let’s have Lunch. Has he Eaten? Make his Meals. Run his Bath. Read to Him. Teach Him.
My brain is always going. And I don’t get to everything everyday. And everyday something new gets added. And everyday something gets forgotten.
I’m sure it’s a combination of things compiled to make my lifestyle. But parents, tell me, are you living in a constant state of tiredness? I’m tired of being tired! 🙁
“I have learned to trust that I will learn and become stronger from my mistakes. I have even learned to welcome and enjoy them. Mistakes don’t create regret for me when I have been courageous enough to go for it. I have only regretted the moments I was too afraid to go for what I really wanted because of my fear to fail. For me, life is about creating an art of how to get out of the holes we fall into, not about creating an art of not falling into them. A life ain’t worth living if you’re not going to live. Trust yourself to fail and to win. Trust yourself to live the life you truly desire.”
~Jada Pinkett Smith
I’m going to keep this as simple as possible… If cancer is Not funny; Ebola is NOT FUNNY!!! Stop the immaturity and mockery, care about the preservation of life period despite color and race.