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?
Though I was born and raised in Northern California, I will always love New Orleans. The Crescent City is the place where I discovered my womanhood, made lifelong friends, and first realized that my Blackness is up to me to define. It’s also where I was introduced to Second Lining. To date, I have Second … Continue reading Black History Month: What’s Up With Second Line?