Happy March! In
honor of Women’s Month (March 1-March 31), I wrote a loving, open letter to myself. I
have written one before, but not as heartfelt and in depth as this one. My past,
present and future, and latest accomplishment inspired me. May your past,
present, latest and future inspire you too!
I am truly proud of you. You're an amazing and phenomenal
woman. A beautiful, talented, ball-of-fire, cool-as water and wind, and
elegant black sister--that beat so many odds while managing to remain even
through them all, with your soul and mind intact. You are one of the best women
that STEMs from a single parent home. What a wonderful product produced by your queen
mother-- that you watched juggle school, raising two kids, and work at the same
time? The outcome of your youth and womanhood is totally a blessing to what
you've become. Please, thank your mother-send her flowers and wine- you owe her for the love and
knowledge she loaned you.
Open Poem for my Grandmother Ruby
I miss you.
I miss hearing your voice.
I miss your advice on men, cooking, and life.
I miss your prayers.
The sound of your voice when overjoyed
or when someone pisses you off.
And God knows,
they better not piss my Ruby off.
I miss your laughter.
I miss surprising you when I visit,
and you’ll buzz me in and meet
me halfway down the hallway.
And I just loved where you lived-
black businesses, jazz clubs, museums, and arts.
My best visit will always be my first.
We walked down 18th
and vine, side by side,
enjoying being grandma and granddaughter
while looking at arts, listening
to street jazz, and storytelling.
You told me everything I didn’t
about you and dad—your youth,
your hardships, your failures,
your good times and your
I love the love you had for
your grandchildren and sons.
You wanted a daughter, but you found
that in your Danielle and your Jessica.