Flipskript Ink

This song is a memory I take from my late father. Every now and then, I find myself traveling to the state of nostolgia and remember our times together. While taking my daily walk on my lunch break, I switched my iPod to this song and the warm feeling I had when I first heard this song returned. In 1992, I was a precocious preschool graduate who didn't quickly settle into the routine of elementary school. My parents insisted that I accompany them to what was a massive warehouse or just a big store in general (I have a feeling the store might have been Curtis Lumber). The few thoughts that my mind was filled with pertained to this errand that had to be ran. This minor adventure had put a major conflict into the cartoons and episodes of ALF and Jeopardy I had planned on watching. I remember feeling so uneasy about my arts projects and spicy vegetables for dinner that a scoured look of frustration stayed on my miniature frame. Then, out of the blue and into the airwaves, Rod was s

Photo courtesy of avani-mehta . When was the last time you've said or did something that you now regret beyond belief? I'm not talking about minor matters, such as forgetting to tell your friend that her date canceled on her or overcooking a favorite dish. Regardless of the severity of the situation, you would surely want to have yourself redeemed and buy back the respect or trust that was temporarily lost. The literary definition of redeem means to to pay off, buy back, recover, atone for, or compensate for something. When redemption involves human interaction, it gets more complicated than necessary. I say this because the more I walk around this planet Earth and notice the various uneven structures in the world, the stronger its craziness corrodes the tainted air we breathe. When people get mad, they don't just shut off all communication with you. It becomes a life or death situation. They suddenly feel invincible because their conscious is filled with

Amidst my rebellion against cable television, I came across Tia and Tamera's reality show the other night at the laundromat. I suddenly found myself cable shopping around and working out a budget just so I can tune into this show. I grew up watching these girls on TV, saw most of their movies and consider them some of the role models for young, beautiful intelligent Black women. These women have shown me, in some way, what to do and how to handle yourself between fame and real life. I just scoped out this article about them on CNN   about life beyond their sisterhood, married life and their show. Browsing down to the responses, I'm no longer surprised about some of the comments readers left. Why do I say this? First of all, these ladies are intelligent beauties. They've been going to school during theri acting careers and have garnered a psych degree. They've been working since practically puberty and know more than enough about hard work. Second, they're only