I've witnessed this phenomenon far too many times across America at predominantly Black, family-friendly functions. The first few telltale bars of Before I Let Go by Maze featuring Frankie Beverly begins to play and everyone loses their damn minds. Yeah! Alright now! This is my jam! All of these exclamations rise throughout the crowd followed … Continue reading Black History Month: How is it that we are all CRAZY about that one Maze song?
Some lessons can not be taught. And apparently in Black culture, according to last year’s Twitter conversation, spades is one such lesson. Though my father taught me the card games of gin, gin rummy, tunk and blackjack, he never did teach me spades. I always thought he remained silent on the game because it’s a … Continue reading Black History Month: Why don’t we teach the game of Spades?
Big Mama passed away nearly a decade ago after having succumb to a long descent into the darkness of Alzheimer's disease. Before she left this earth, we all experienced flashes of her prior self. I remember her smiling at me with recognition one summer in San Diego, hugging me as if she knew my name … Continue reading Black History Month: Why do we ROCK church crowns?