Old news to help you in the new year

January 6, 2014 § Leave a comment

So I know this is a bit old as far as “news” goes, but doesn’t it just make you feel really good about all those holiday treats you devoured from November through the end of December?  Take a look.  Chocolate for Breakfast is actually not too bad for you.  Below is  the skinny and a link to the original article.

“Morning is the best time to consume sweets because that’s when the body’s metabolism is most active ­ and we have the rest of the day to work off the calories, a new study shows.”

Also thank you for joining me for sporadic but useful posts in 2013.  2014 looks to be quite promising.  After about 8+ years I will finally be completing my Doctorate this spring and I hope to devote more time to this blog and also share new projects that I’ll be working on, as well as exactly what I spent the last few years of my life studying.  I hope this finds you well in our first full week to the start of 2014!



Study of the Day_ Eating Chocolate for Breakfast Is Good for Your Diet – Health – The Atlantic

Download the full Article from the Telegraph here:  Chocolate cake breakfast could help you lose weight – Telegraph


Living Testimony

October 7, 2013 § Leave a comment

Living Testimony Audio Version

Who are these women all clad in white

Gari-Melchers-xx-Sketch-of-Young-Black-Woman-in-White-Dress-and-Hat-xx-Morris-Museum-of-Art-United-StatesMamas, Sisters, Friends

They marched today and sang their praise

For they are living testimonies.

Each all in white, each with brown skin

But each brown eye tells the difference within.

Who are these Mamas, Sisters, Friends

What stories have they to tell

Who will be their voice

Who will serve them well?

They call me little sister

Their lives will be my paper, their tears will be my ink

And I will write each story

As a living testimony.

When I wrote this poem years ago there was an image in my head of a church full of women wearing flowing white dresses, wide-brimmed white hats and just a touch of sass to let you know that they had lived the songs they sung.  I knew I had to meet them, these Mamas, Sisters, Friends, because they were as natural to me as seeing my reflection in the mirror.  I promised myself not only in that poem but in life that I would tell their stories because like many of us plain folk who never grace the cover of magazines or have history pages dedicated to our experiences, they are living testimonies.  As a scholar I have been fortunate to meet more of these women, along with their husbands, sons, brothers and nephews.  And carving fifty minutes out of a day to record their life stories has been some of the most rewarding work I will ever do.  Yet I find that the more stories I record the more stories I lose.  For every person I am able to interview there are at least ten interviews that will never be completed, and now my Aunt Mattie’s is one of them.

I recently learned that my great Aunt Mattie passed away last Saturday at the age of eighty-nine.  If you had met her and I told you she was in her eighties you would not have believed me.  I have so many fond memories of her, teaching me how to make fried corn in Jackson MS, mixing up her tonics and herbal remedies for good health when she came to visit the family in Los Angeles.  And one of my special memories is of her all clad in a deep pink blouse and skirt, like a beautiful spring peony, being escorted down the aisle at my wedding.  Aunt Mattie, like her sister, my Great Grandmother and so many of the other women I now imagine are clad in white and singing songs of praise to our God in heaven was a faithful woman.  Her faith at times sustained the faith of others.  She was a living testimony.

I will never get to record her story in her own words, but it is my hope that through the carefully placed memories of those who knew and loved her, that we can piece together a portrait of her life.  As many of our loved ones pass on, at varying ages for varying reasons I am reminded that their stories are worth writing down, even if only to serve as family artifacts.   After all, history has shown us that the person may pass away, but the testimony always lives on.

For tips on how to begin recording the life history of someone you know please write to me at prudepapers@gmail.com.  Or to share memories of a loved one you recently lost please post in the comments section, I’d love to hear from you.

In Sympathy,


How about these blurred lines…

September 17, 2013 § Leave a comment

blurred tv

Sometimes, in my downtime and just for fun I will spend a few minutes viewing the latest movie trailers hoping to catch something that I will vow to go to the movies and see, but usually forget about until it ends up on Netflix or Redbox.  Nonetheless the pleasure is in the process, and so I click, view and mentally save this movie or that movie for some future date when it is released.  Lately though I find myself less and less impressed with the films that are being put out.  They are all too dark, too racy, too violent or too stupid to bother with.  And it’s not just film, it’s television too.  After five years of not having a television, my dad kindly bestowed one to us after he realized that I was sitting at home oblivious to the Boston Marathon Bombings because I was working on my laptop, and there are no breaking news interruptions that come through word processing apps.  So with appreciation we accepted the TV, after all we were paying for basic cable anyway through our internet plan, so why not use it?  Well, that idea was short-lived.  Don’t get me wrong I love to flip through the three public broadcasting stations we have, catch the occasional episode of America’s Got Talent, and see all the interesting things chefs prepare on Create TV.  Not to mention my little one loves having direct access to Thomas and Friends and Curious George.  But that’s about where the joy ends.

If many of the films and upcoming television shows are not full of murder and other forms of mayhem, then they are full of sexually explicit content, violence, and drug use.  Is this the kind of programming we use to unwind?   Airing this summer was a show about mistresses, murders (ABC’s Whodunnit) and coming this fall is another about cheating…but if that’s not sufficient I’m sure there are about a dozen other programs that will focus on serial killers, rape and other violent crimes this fall.  Recently, my mother-in-law had a conversation with a teen-ager who was watching a program with some “suggestive” content and when she expressed that the content was inappropriate for her, the teen-ager replied with ‘this is life.’  Yes, this is life, people cheat on their spouses and break-up their families, people kill others, and die senseless deaths, human beings steal one another’s joy, but is this the life we want to live – or better yet is this the life we want our children to live?

I believe there is a big difference between exploring an issue and reveling in the nightmare, and we tend to do the latter.  We go on and on about Miley Cyrus’ performance at the VMA’s while two channels over some equally disheartening display of misguided sexuality is playing out every week.  We revel in these fictional nightmares until real life shakes us awake and we realize that three women were actually kidnapped and held in a house for a decade and that their horrors were very real; or that two brothers living in Cambridge actually were downloading jihadist content to their laptops, creating pressure cooker bombs to maim, kill and go down in a blaze of glory – much like a chase scene in an action movie.  We revel in these nightmares until they come back to haunt us.

Last week we recognized the anniversary of 9/11, and we remembered the victims and the tremendous healing that their families have had to undergo, but how many times did we think about the slate of films featuring acts of terror that were created in the years leading up to 9/11?  This week we are met with yet another mass shooting, this time on a secure Navy Base in DC, and while many shows feature cops and undercover agents running around trying to catch or stop a terrorist, very few show families dealing with the aftermath, the loss and the trauma of these events.  You see, I also believe that there is a place for discussions of violence, drug use, mass incarceration, pornography, and cheating/divorce, after all these are very real and painful parts of our lives.  But the true art is not in objectifying the wrong, but in demonstrating a better way forward.  To be fair, there are many films like “Unconditional,” “Bella,” and “Take me Home,” that do this very well, and I am thankful for them because when the day’s news seems to play too much like an episode of CSI, you need a way to productively and peacefully unwind.

In Prayer,


 unconditional movie Bella Take me home

Must Reads

July 20, 2013 § Leave a comment

[Sorry, no pictures this time – just words]

I know that in the wake of the Not-Guilty verdict George Zimmerman received from six jurors in the state of Florida everyone with a sound mind, and good judgement has been angry – make that furious, sad, and disgusted that an unarmed child can’t receive proper justice in America in the year 2013.  I know you are probably looking for ways to calm your nerves and stop reading the headlines, but I wanted to share a couple of links that I found really helpful for me in understanding my anger and frustration.  Also for those who are saying move on, or “it’s time to move on,” I have a couple of links to news headlines elsewhere in America that will leave you asking “Move on for what?”   The work that needs to be done is clearly unfinished, and may have actually just begun?”

Six Reasons Why Prosecutors Lost the Zimmerman Trial 

Please take the time to read it in its entirety, this is a good analysis: http://www.socialcourttv.com/prosecutionfail/

Stand Your Ground Marissa Alexander 

Please learn of this case – a woman, a mother with no earlier arrests is faced with serving 20 years (three of which she’s already served) for simply shooting off a warning shot to get an abusive husband to leave her alone.  This case was also tried in Florida, but she received 20 years for standing her ground and no one was hurt or injured…something is definitely wrong with this law.

Wisconsin man shoot and kills his 13-year-old neighbor in front of the boy’s mother and then claims insanity …

In another sick and deadly twist of fate, this 76-year-old man accuses his neighbor a thirteen year old black boy of breaking into his house and stealing his guns.  Then he shoots the boy in cold blood as the boy struggles for his last breaths he shoots again, misses and the boy’s mother rushes as her son takes his dying breath.   Luckily a jury found him  guilty and sane.

Open a Civil Rights Case Against George Zimmerman 

To sign the petition and send a personal message to the Department of Justice click here



A Certain Death

July 15, 2013 § Leave a comment

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Moments after the verdict in the George Zimmerman case was released, moments after watching his attorneys and legal team smile, pat him on the shoulder, and congratulate themselves, moments after not hearing one word about the deceased Trayvon Martin from the Judge’s closing remarks, a sea of words flowed through my body.  Course, angry words played on my tongue. Sad, defiant words rose and fell in the back of my throat.  Bitter, resentful words settled in my heart, and after a few hours of restless sleep, three final words tugged at me until I finally wrote them down.  A certain death.

We all know those who have come and gone, people whose lives were lived to the fullest or those whose breaths have been fatally cut short, and while death becomes an unwanted friend to us all, certain deaths leave us hanging on the edge of tomorrow wondering what or who will be next, Trayvon Martin’s death was this kind, if not for the simple reason that there was nothing certain about it.  The word certain comes from the Latin words certanus, certus, and from past participle of cernereto which means to sift, to discern, to decide.  It is akin to the Greek word krinein to separate, decide, judge, and Old Irish criathar, to sieve.  On that Sunday in February, there were perhaps many things in Trayvon Martin’s life that were certain, his relationships with his family and friends, what he planned to do during the next week, what he wanted to eat for dinner and even where he wanted his life to go after high school.  One thing that was not certain was encountering George Zimmerman on a simple walk home from the 7-Eleven.  Unfortunately for Trayvon, all the uncertainty of his encounter with George Zimmerman was overshadowed by the certain ways in which his seven-teen year old black – male body was criminalized without cause by Zimmerman, whose emergency call voiced, “These assholes always get away.”  The uncertainty Trayvon would face in those moments was also overshadowed by the certain way in which George Zimmerman followed him – wielding his pistol, even after he was advised not to.  Perhaps the only thing that was certain for Trayvon in those last few moments of his life were that if George Zimmerman had a gun and the gall to use it, he was in trouble and so he screamed for help, but no one came.

I reflect upon these moments within the contexts of certainty and uncertainty to say that if we properly sift through the particulars of this case we will see that George Zimmerman was predisposed to make the fatal shot because in his mind and heart he was certain that Trayvon was a threat regardless of proof.  So if Zimmerman is to shoot and kill Trayvon, to murder him with impunity – what does that mean for the rest of us?  It means that certain deaths are acceptable by the state, and certain excuses for murder are within the laws of reason.  It means that Trayvon, like so many other black youths throughout this nation’s tragically racist history was always living a bare life in which his humanity was debased to the point of political and legal indifference.   There was no justice for Trayvon on Saturday, but like many of you have said this verdict ushered in a second death, and this death certainly affects us all. It declares to these United States, which lives are expendable in a court of law, or as one of my friend’s stated, “This is what it means to be the child of slaves.”

The most contemptible part of this saga is that neither Trayvon’s death nor George Zimmerman’s actions are exemplary.  This is not the first time a person of color was unjustly murdered and their perpetrator set free.  And while the internet trolls will want to bring up stats on black-on-black crime, and the various media outlets will want to temper our reaction with “legalese” citing case stats, reasonable doubt and other comments that make it seem as if the system did in fact “work,” those of us who are left to send our sons and daughters off to school or just down the street, will have to seriously weigh the risks.  We will have to pray fervently that we and our children will not be profiled and or attacked.  We will have to teach our kids how to survive in their own backyards, and most of all we will have to teach them the names of every victim including Trayvon Martin.

Certain deaths remind us that life is fleeting, and we must live it to the fullest, while others – whose origins are more uncertain remind us that this world we have created is not fair and for those of us whose work takes us to the front lines of race in America we see that systemically the roots of racism can not be undone overnight or in one sector of society alone.  We must address it in housing, education, voting, justice, incarceration, entertainment, employment, and even in our houses of worship.  Certain deaths remind blacks in particular that we have been enslaved in this country longer than we have been free, and each new freedom continues to bring uncertain consequences.


Check out the NAACP Petition to urge the Department of Justice to open a Civil Rights Case against George Zimmerman here: http://www.naacp.org/page/s/doj-civil-rights-petition

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A word to the restless ones

June 24, 2013 § Leave a comment

“Be careful, keep calm, and don’t be afraid.  Do not lose heart.”  Today I want to encourage you, that out of the fullness of all this uncertainty there is a great blessing coming.  Today I want to encourage you to think outside your usual box, to take the road that skirts around a scenic part of your city or neighborhood, and to chase the blues away with thoughts that at first seem sweetly absurd, or even uncanny but are actually quite possible.  Today, just for a few minutes, float on the word “possible,” get to know its contours as you delicately bounce from one letter to the next, and crave dreams you had long since set aside.  Why today?  Because today is a new day and tomorrow is an unforeseen gift, so go ahead – unwrap your present early and see what’s inside.

Wooded Path

Wooded Path through Mendon Ponds Park, NY

Thinking of you,


Quoted text is from Isaiah 7: 4

Tomorrow is already too late.

January 24, 2013 § 1 Comment

Write to your senator at http://www.senate.gov/reference/common/faq/How_to_contact_senators.htm

Write to your senator about gun control or other issues at http://www.senate.gov/reference/common/faq/How_to_contact_senators.htm

I thought about posing this title as more of a question than a statement, because sometimes question marks at the end of loaded statements seem far less harsh or “judgmental” even when finger wagging is implied.  But since I am a Prude, and I feel that I am wagging my finger more at myself than at anyone else, I went with the statement as opposed to the passive aggressive question.

“Tomorrow is already too late” is what I said to myself when I thought of postponing my detox another week or so just to be sure I was really ready to commit to a liquid diet and candida die off symptoms.  “Tomorrow is already too late” is what I thought as I sadly remembered that my first promise in the New Year was to write to my elected officials and urge them to be on the right side of new gun control legislation.  You see, there is a tendency to forego or even to forget to do things that we know we ought to do but at the same time if we don’t do them, where is the harm?  For the examples I give the harm is overwhelming not just to my health and well-being but for our society as we are forced to live in states of on-again-off-again fear.  And so this statement stared me in the face along with a dozen other tasks and activities that I had inwardly vowed to do but never did.  Unfortunately in the case of  requesting congressional support for stricter gun control legislation tomorrow is already too late.

Upon hearing of the tragedy in Newtown, I mourned with everyone else from a distance and kept thinking “we have to do something about this, that could have been my child, my grandchild, my neighbor, my friend.”  Yet, as the holiday came and went and my “to do” list became watered down with more mundane activities like reading this or emailing that, I was reminded in an article about one of the Newtown victim’s parents, that tomorrow was already too late.  If you have a moment and you haven’t read it already, I would suggest checking it out here.

Suddenly I began to think about all the other things that I have meant to do, but have not done.  What impact would their completion have on me or those around me?  Would the time and energy it takes to “just do it,” really compromise other events in my life?  Finally what are the costs of not acting upon the things we are burdened by?  For some people depending on your life or line of work these questions are constant, and for some of us they only come up in a brief yet meaningful moment of clarity when we realize that tomorrow is already too late.  There are many promises we make in the month of January, some of them survive into February and March while others slip away, barely noticeable before the month ends  But for the rest of January I am challenging myself to complete two things I have meant to, wanted to, been burdened to do.

Letter submitted

Letter submitted to representative in congress – to write visit http://www.house.gov/representatives/find/

If you decide to join me in this task I encourage you to think boldly and broadly about what you should or have to do and then go out and do it, afterall, the only thing you really have to lose is regret.

Till Next Time,