Lost & Found

NBA Playoff Picture

It’s playoff time yet again! No calls or texts, please. My picks are as follows: 

West: San Antonio over Utah, OKC over Dallas, Lakers over Denver, Memphis over Clippers.

Conference Finals: Lakers vs San Antonio

East: Miami over NY, Indiana over Orlando, Boston over Atlanta, Chicago over Philly.

Conference Finals: Miami vs Chicago

Finals: Miami vs. Lakers

You heard it here first, folks. Let’s go, Lake Show!

what’s next?

While Bowie sings a letter to Hermione, I’m sitting, reflecting on the bittersweet fact that I’ve completed David Copperfield; wondering what to read next…

There are a few beauties on my shelf that I’ve yet to deflower, but I suppose I’m still musing on David’s journey. It seems I’ve gotten attached to the mysteries of his life, and I didn’t expect the ride to be over so soon. I feel life Dave unknowingly became an actual buddy of mine, especially since I don’t call many people friend. He, and the characters of other novels past, understand me more than some strangers I’ve known for years. For leaving us with this amazing account of an extraordinary life, I say thanks, Chuck. Thanks for allowing the world to know the brother who’s affectionately known as Copperfield/Doady/Trotwood/Mas’r Davy.

Now to begin a new exploit. I think I’ll get to know that guy called Dorian Gray. Then again, Frankenstein and Dracula remain on the shelf, waiting to be perused. Whichever I pick up next, I’m in for a great adventure. No, I’m not normal; books truly are my friends. After love, water [food], and music, I thank God most for books. To me, these work serve as a refuge from the craziness of a world that I constantly try to escape.

Since I can’t, I’ll thank God for life and just read.

Later…

what if…

Say Hey

I like people who are intrinsically friendly. You can sorta tell when nicety is a facade; you can also tell when it’s genuine.

This stemmed from a guy I just passed on my way to therapy. He greeted me like he’s known me for years. Being pleasant is always a great thing. You should try it. You never know who’s day you’re brightening.

“And I say hey, what a wonderful kind of day…”

Smile

Will she ever take a simple photograph?

Simple, like, one without having her lips poked out.

Maybe one where her buttocks aren’t the featured exhibit.

Maybe the whole community can wonder instead of knowing exactly where each tattoo is.

Maybe she’ll finally lose the beloved middle finger pose.

Maybe she’ll even keep her tongue in her mouth and her breasts in their blouse when the flash begins.

This is a bold step, but…

Maybe she will learn that she is beautiful just the way she is (shameless Bruno Mars plug)

Maybe she will learn that she doesn’t have to exude sex appeal every time we leave the house.

Maybe she will learn that love loves her for her mind, spirit, and body. In that order.

Maybe there can be one who goes against the grain?

It’s a stretch, but maybe, baby, you can learn to just be?

Maybe I’m just a dreamer.

Maybe I’m not.

Could the insanity in our minds really become reality? Anything is possible.

Maybe flowers really can blossom from a ground full of gravel!

Whatever the case, all I want is to see you smile. Just smile, black woman, smile.

Love: The Greatest Verb

You know how we say talk is cheap? Show me you love me? Well, think about Christ. Almost every “Christian” says they love Him, but:

John 14:15, Luke 6:46-47, 1 John 2:3-6, 1 John 3:6 (and others) are tough pills to swallow.

Let’s check ourselves and discover whether or not we truly love Him. Love is a verb. It would suck to be one of the ones He spoke of in Matthew 7:21-23.

Let’s go!