Monthly Archives: June 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Ahhh. It’s summertime and the living is easy: Balmy nights out on the balcony sipping ice cold lemonade, ice cream trucks rounding the corner to the sound of their own tunes – and the dreaded all-white party invitation in my damn mailbox. *Sigh* Like clockwork, every summer, everybody and their mama (it seems) throws an all-white affair. Especially Black folks. We really love us some white parties don’t we? But why?! I’ve never understood this phenomenon. I blame Puff Daddy, Puffy, Puff, P.Diddy, Diddy, Swag, Sean Combs for this deadening trend. He’s been throwing his famous all-white party in The Hamptons for several years now. And
Friday, June 17, 2011
The Urbane Urbanite has been around for 15 months. And in that time, I’ve written quite a few personal posts – a tribute to my 92-year-old Granny after she passed away; the uneasiness I feel about my mother getting back on the dating scene; a confessional about feeling like a quitter when it comes to my acting career – but the most personal post, by far, has to be the interview I did with my father. The Conversation with Dad post is the most popular, most talked about piece I’ve ever written. It has elicited the biggest reaction from the
Monday, June 13, 2011
I’ve been having the same nightmare once a week for several months straight. The nocturnal reverie always stars a teenage me in the tail end of my senior year in high school. The dream typically begins with me strolling the school halls with textbooks in my hands, chatting up my fellow classmates. And usually ends with me groveling at the feet of a teacher whose class I’ve cut the entire school year, begging her not to fail me. And then, just like that, I wake up sweaty, out of breath and clutching my neck where I imagine pearls to be.