Young Black Man

Yesterday at Verizon I was waited on by a young black man wearing dreads. He was really polite and nice to me. We laughed together about the hideous noise my phone was making. Certainly not the tough guy image the media portrays of young black men. It occurred to me that one day he was a little boy who was loved and adored by his mommy, just like the 4-year old who sat on my lap Friday afternoon, a beautiful boy who played and giggled. I bet they even looked a little bit alike. It made me look at Mr.…

Taking a Break

I’m taking a break from blogging. Who knew blog stats could become so freaking addictive? I’ve started writing, posting and then deleting. I was supposed to be writing about my life but instead I sit at the computer and have no life! I can barely get up from my desk to leave the house. I’ve stopped watching television at night with my husband, and I barely go to bed. It’s ridiculous. Part of the problem may be that I’m not sleeping, staying on the computer until 3, 4, 5 a.m. And then I catch myself writing an entry about Jennifer…