Miss Adventure


“Skip to my Lou pretty lady” it was still funny even though he said it every single day. He’s my skipper and I’m the first mate. So naturally I’m Lou. Saturday came quick as I anxiously anticipated our alone time. It was our first day without passengers in two weeks and life felt like a vacation. A staycation. An even keel. On our boat. Just us. Us and water. There was nothing around as far as we could see. Nothing but us. There was nothing else to be concerned with. Just us. Me and my skipper. The Skip to my Lou.

That moment I knew we had something. Something that would inevitably end but we were in the thick of it. We swam every day. He like to sing. He couldn’t sing well but it sounded beautiful to me. All it took was eye contact. Eye contact ignited us. Our zone, our world, our universe. I attempted to contain our world. Which currently consisted of the yacht.

He dropped the anchor. In the midst of the extreme calmness he whispered in my ear “come closer.” I played hard to get for all of five seconds. He knew better, but it was fun to pretend I didn’t want him. Besides, why shouldn’t I? Why shouldn’t we? I had a vision of our situation before I left London. Maybe it was a premonition or a dream! Regardless, my imagination wouldn’t allow me to let this moment go. On top of that, if I’m brave what should I be afraid of?

The wind blew pretty hard. His American flag and my Union Jack flapped viciously side by side in the zephyr. He moved my hair out of my face. We didn’t speak for a while. It was the loudest and most comfortable silence I’ve ever shared with my skip. Only the birds drifting by could know the freedom I felt in that moment. Sweat was the glue that kept us stuck together. The pitch in sync with our breathing.

There is no feeling like freedom. Having no where to be or no one looking for me. I wonder what he’s thinking about. I hope he’s thinking about me. Then the interruption of the thoughts I was lost in, “What’s your favorite color?”

I turned to look him in his eyes, “green.”

“Mine too.”

And with those two words he sealed the deal.

17th Annual American Black Film Festival



I did not anticipate how full I would feel at the conclusion of the 17th Annual American Black Film Festival here in Miami on South Beach. My mind and soul were stuffed with information, encouragement, and motivation. I didn’t know how fortunate I was until it was over.

I was a sponge last week at the festival. I soaked up more than I could have imagined and I watch some incredible films. From Kevin Hart’s pledge to encourage entrepreneurship in our community by starring in, writing, and producing his own films to Reggie Blythewood’s 10 craft commandments I was motivated and educated by the brightest and most forward thinking in the game. It was a privilege!

To discuss what took place behind the scenes of the festival is a testament to the commitment and perseverance of Film Life and it’s management team. Everyday began with a dance and a prayer!

What a blessing to be in the Ritz Carlton on South Beach becoming a better writer, a more informed person, and a more creative individual. The hardest day was the last day because it occurred to me that the festival was over. I smiled less on the last day. Shout out to programming and the talent team!

I can’t wait for next year….



Dream #6

I closed my eyes and I fell.

At first I rolled.

Then I began to bounce.

Before I knew it I was free falling.

Or maybe I was floating?

I’m not sure how, why, or when,

but eventually I came to a full stop.

I crashed right into you.

You stood firmly attached to the ground,

as if you owned it. No renting.

No hurricane, tornado, or earthquake

could shake you. You smelled of man.

I felt stronger than ever before

simply standing next to you.

After all that I’d been through

I was more appreciative

than I ever imagined I would be.

Standing next to you.

Silence shrieked between the two of us.

We were the only ones around.

Words weren’t necessary just brown eye language.

We stood in a comfortable silence

for centuries until you closed your eyes.

Once they opened again they were green.

You changed. But that’s life and that’s love.

And then you inquired, “Where to next?”

So I answered, “Where we begin.”

And stillness was our move.




Writing One

I was eating trail mix when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray..

The trouble with writing is always getting started. One you get started you have to figure out how to say whatever it is you are trying to express or explain. The intimidation that comes with these elements of writing stops some people from ever beginning to create a sentence. However, I am here to enlighten you!

Things never really are as difficult as they seem. Think of academic writing in terms of paragraphing. You are putting each piece together. Naturally you have your introduction and conclusion. Stuck in the middle are three or more paragraphs that are essential to the readers understanding of your topic. Let’s focus on the middle. Three main paragraph styles exist that you can employ. However, in all paragraph types the writer must be specific. NEVER assume your reader knows about what you are discussing. Break down your information do not throw it at the reader. With relevant details and proper paragraph structure you are on your way to being better understood by a reader.

The first paragraph type is largely known as a topic sentence paragraph. This paragraph type explains the topic in the first sentence. Here we find out what the paragraph is actually about. All of the sentences below the topic sentence should enforce, repeat and reiterate the point of the paragraph! If sentences following the topic sentence fail express your point get rid of them! You are probably off in left field some where and nobody knows what you are talking about anymore. Get back to the topic, that’s the point of the topic sentence paragraph.

The next paragraph type is the tower paragraph. Imagine your a construction worker and you are building from the ground up. You add more information with each sentence to make the reader more and more aware of what exactly it is that you are talking about. Bring along some facts with you as you build your paragraph, maybe a quote, whatever floats your boat. Make sure you use strong materials as you build. If the information you add isn’t solid your paragraph/structure it could collapse. The tower paragraph builds upon the point.

The third and final paragraph type is the hour glass. The top is strong and so is the bottom. The topic and concluding sentences both accentuate your given idea or point. The middle is full supporting details that contribute to the ideas. This paragraph provides an overall understanding.

So writers, employ these paragraph types and help your reader’s understand your the topic. Remember to provide the reader with facts, details and all that jazz. Keep in mind reader will not believe facts you state just because you state them. Support your facts or say where they came from shout outs or citations. You are not God you are not omnipotent; whatever you say offer support, or else no one will believe you….

Things Are The Same

When I stopped chasing logic I realized everyone is just like me. Crying out collectively they could not be heard. The loud voices are equal to mental screams. No one hearing a peep. No one listening. Even if they heard they would never understand.

In that moment it hit me. Things stay the same. When you leave home and return again things are the same. Maybe a new shopping center on a previously empty corner, or dishes in the sink from the children or a spouse. For the most part things stay the same.

Especially when people die. No example paints a picture of the point like death. People leave things right where they were as if they were coming back to them. Tooth brush and toothpaste prepared on the bathroom counter. Even the television remote left in the designated spot ready to fill a quiet room with sound and color. We change but things stay the same. IMG_2373