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Thursday, March 14, 2013

Why, Why, Why?


Why is Hollywood making a film version of the 1970’s hit Good Times? Yes we all loved the television series but some things are best left as they were. I understand Hollywood’s desire to have a guaranteed built-in audience but da-yum let’s make some original movies with casts of color.

There is a new crop of young, hungry actors/film-makers who are writing new material, pulling the money together and making their own films like my God-son Corey L. Gaddis (he’s wearing the orange tee in the photo) and his crew of dream-makers making the web-series How Men Become Dogs. Right now the trailer can be seen on the Issa Rae channel on YouTube @ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLE2M8gJWMc

The first episode will re-premiere on Tuesday, March 19, 2013 on: http://www.youtube.com/user/actingrl112



I’m not saying making films is easy or cheap but come on successful African-American actors, directors and producers, pool your resources and make some films. Nobody is asking for a $120 million-big-budget-CPG-filled event. I would be happy with some small, spirit-moving, good-feeling films that show blackfolks loving and living on the big-screen just like we do everyday.



I love going to the movies and have always been able to find me on the screen in characters who look nothing like me. So how about a novel idea: make some films where all versions of blackfolks can traipse across the screen and just tell a story. I’m not asking much.

Black Hollywood make some shit happen!

Until we meet again I hope this has been Tasty and Informative like Cupcakes & Travel Magazines....

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

YUM, YUM, YUM!



Okay I’ve signed up for the Oprah & Deepak 21-day Meditation Challenge and no I have never really meditated before, well not traditional meditation. If you saw the movie Eat, Pray, Love and you remember the scene where Julia closes her eyes and thinks she has done serious, soul searching meditation but discovers that only 60 measly seconds have passed then you know the extent of my participation and expertise in the art of meditation.


But this time I am hanging with the program, going with the flow and swatting those distracting thoughts as they sail in and out of my mind while concentrating on the daily mantra. Today’s was Yum, Yum, Yum. And I just loved it. I loved the way the word Yum rolled off my tongue. I loved the way it rumbled through my body and spirit. Thank goodness I liked it because I had to keep returning to it because yes my thoughts were rambling and ricocheting all over the place. But I was kind and gentle to myself. No yelling internally or getting mad because I haven’t gotten it yet. I just Yummed myself back to the center of me.

So I’m going to complete this challenge and hopefully by the end the 21 days I won’t have as many stray thoughts to swat away and the time spent meditating will continue to fly by like it has so far. If nothing else I will have spent 21 days giving myself 16 minutes and 36 seconds a day to just breathe, think and chant and in the end that can only be a good thing. At least that is the way I am choosing to see it.

Yum, Yum, Yum and more Yum!

Until we meet again I hope this has been tasty and informative like Cupcakes & Travel Magazines....






Friday, March 1, 2013

Just Look.....

Sometimes words are not needed – just look at the pretty pictures and enjoy….






















I hope this post has been Tasty & Informative like Cupcakes & Travel Magazines....Valerie

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

I'm Listening!

My Note from the Universe today told me what more Love means: More love, Valerie, means laughing longer, living lighter, running faster, jumping higher, starting sooner, staying later and a zippier peace. At least for some people... you know, hypothetically. More love, The Universe. Love more, Valerie, live more.

And I’m going to try to work that advice. I usually tell people: ‘You’re not trying, you’re doing.’ It’s a short and snappy reply that usually makes whomever I am talking to feel better. And that usually works for me too but lately all I’m feeling is ‘I’m trying.’ That’s all I got. And, I’m good with that. I’ll get back into the ‘You ain’t trying you are doing Valerie’ flow but for right now I’m trying is just fine. No pressure on myself to be okay all the time. The weight of the truth of the situation is seeping in and I have to say it feels hopeless sometimes. And then the tears flow, then they stop, and slowly my labored breathing returns to a in and out syncopation that is not yet familiar to me, you see I am learning to breathe all over again. So after the current-rhythm-for-me settles in I feel better than the moment before.

That is the work that is before me now, to find my new syncopation. And to do that I have to open myself up to me – listen to me – trust me – realize I will fall down and know that I will get back up. I have to because where I am today is not a place I want to stay long nor is it a place from which I can live the life I want.

So what is the life I want to live? I have an idea, you know that overall-partially-specific notion that I think will make me happy but now I have to get down to the nuts and bolts of how I get there. For sure I know I will get there because I am ready (today at least - lol) to do the work of asking those deep-down-necessary-but-can-be-scary questions and more importantly I am courageous enough (again, at least today) to listen for the answers and act on them.

Life is good. I do know that crystal clear truth. Sometimes it gets hazy and foggy but the truth of those words, are always there for me to sit before and breathe in. Sure the goodness is a little harder to find these days but it is still findable. Yes it is.

Until the next time –

I hope this has been Tasty and Informative like Cupcakes & Travel Magazines……

Peace & Serenity to you all - Valerie



Monday, February 25, 2013

re-Love Your Life



Everyone wants to escape sometimes usually for one of two reasons: trauma or boredom. But instead of turning everything upside down, why not re-Love your current life? Recognize that we don’t need to run away, to a place that we perceive as better because wherever we go, we take ourselves and remember if you aren’t happy where you are you aren’t going to be happy where you run to.

So take the time to figure out little ways to re-Love your life. Maybe for you it means:

• Creating a sanctuary in some unused space in your home and keep in mind it doesn’t have to be a big space; it can be a reading nook with a chair and floor lamp or a chaise in a corner where you can just close your eyes and breathe or lay back and put earphones on and listen to some music.

• Put aside some time where no one is allowed to bother you, including yourself, which means no multi-tasking, just do what you set out to do. For instance if you plan on listening to music do just that no listening to music and reading. One or the other. Immerse yourself in the experience and feel it.

• Write yourself a love letter, listing all those wonderful attributes you know to be true. And if you don’t yet know how great you are then write down what you want to be true of yourself like: how smart, fantabulous, funny, and joy-filled you are.

These are just suggestions. You can figure out ways to re-Love your life by asking yourself what do you really want and then listen. Whatever will make you smile and appreciate your existence is a way to re-Love your life.

Remember: The Universe delights in our actualization. ~Jeff Brown


Until the next time I hope this has been tasty and informative like Cupcakes and Travel Magazines….Valerie





Sunday, January 13, 2013

Let A Bitch Talk!


I saw Django last night and enjoyed it....the use of the N-word was not, in my opinion, overused. I'm pretty sure in 1858 the N-word was used on the regular. I enjoyed the movie, the comedy, the visual presentation, and the fact that the BlackMan was the regular old CowboySavetheDayHero and the LoveHero!

My only issue is that the beautiful, talented Kerry Washington wasn't able to 'talk.' Django ‘saw’ her plenty of times throughout the movie in flashbacks and ‘saw’ is the key word. At one point she said something in a voice-over like: My name is Broomhilda – WTF? I felt like I was watching a video of a fashion shoot whenever Django had a vision/memory of Broomhilda who was always walking along the road smiling and waving at him. All the apparitions were visually beautiful and maybe a tool to show us how Django saw his woman – beautiful, clean, and pure juxtaposed to the reality of a slave life that was cruel, dirty and unforgiving. I get it but if I saw one more pretty vision of her in that film I felt like I was going to scream. Thank God Kerry, the actress, is talented and is able to convey a lot with her facial expressions. But her non-verbal skills did not prevent me from saying more than once (in my head): "Let A Bitch Talk!"

This morning when I woke one of my first thoughts was, "Let A Bitch Talk!" I couldn’t believe that Kerry’s Broomhilda, wife of Django, barely talked in the movie. I would like to see the movie again so I can actually count the number of words but I’m going to go with the number my film companion supplied when I asked, “Did Kerry say twenty words in that movie?” and he replied, “No more than thirty tops.” So thirty is the magic number. No more than thirty words were uttered by the object of Django’s love and motivation for his journey from slave to hero. Okay…..

Don’t get me wrong I am so happy to finally see a BlackMan Hero who can fire a gun and love his woman with no shame but dayum Let A Bitch Talk. Django and Broomhilda’s love would have been so much better if we heard them talk about how they loved without any guarantees that they would be able to grow old together since all slaves were at the mercy of the slave-owner and whichever way the wind was blowing any particular day.

I know it was Django’s story – guns blazing, his manhood being unveiled throughout the film, blah, blah I get all that but this BlackMan was on a mission because of his love for his woman, a love that drove him to ride into dangerous situations to get her back and get back to her and we never hear a full length conversation in her voice – oops I’m sorry she did have a conversation with Django’s bounty hunter partner, Dr. Schultz played by Christoph Waltz, but they spoke in German…yes German. The lengthiest conversation Broomhilda had was with a white man in a foreign language. Okay….

Hilde is supposed to be a determined and smart Woman who has run away from her slave masters on two occasions and we are supposed to believe she doesn’t have words. Quentin couldn’t have written one scene where Hilde’s smarts were on display? If a love-talk or love-sex scene couldn’t have been written between Hilde & Django, then a toe-to-toe scene between Hilde and Samuel Jackson’s character Stephen, the treacherous-crab-in-a-barrel valet/slave, would have been something to see and more importantly ‘hear.’ Instead we get the lovely Broomhilda reacting in a terrified voice to treacherous Stephen instead of interacting with him. If only she had verbally fought back we would have been able to see Hilde’s essence in action.

Now I do realize that there may have been scenes like the ones I described and they ended on up the cutting-room floor but something tells me those scenes were probably never written nor filmed but I could be wrong. Quentin wrote and directed a really good film but ‘he’ wrote and directed it. To get the black female perspective/voice/essence I do believe black women need to be writing more stories. I’m not saying that men can’t write women’s roles because they can but to get authentic black, female characters with depth maybe we let some real black, female writers, write those characters. And maybe we don’t call films with women in the lead roles ‘chick flicks’ since we don’t call films with male leads ‘dick flicks.’

And instead of waiting for Hollywood to properly depict black women more people who have the means need to put up money so films with strong black, female leads can be made and then shown at film festivals, on cable and network television. Just a thought, after all thinking outside the box could make a difference and Let A Bitch Talk!

Until next time I hope this post has been Tasty & Informative like Cupcakes & Travel Magazines~

Monday, December 17, 2012

Mental Illness Manifested


What happened at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, CT on Friday, December 14, 2012 is beyond horrific. We can reach for words, look in the dictionary and check the thesaurus but in my opinion no current words exist that fully describe what happened at Sandy Hook Elementary School. How could there be?

Yes, I understand that this type of horror, the murder of young children occur every day all over the world but not here in America, not like what happened at Sandy Hook. Yes, we have had school shootings, movie theater shootings, shootings at dining establishments like the Luby’s massacre in Killeen, TX in 1991 but not like Sandy Hook on Friday, December 14th in Newtown, CT where a broken mentally disturbed creature, murdered twenty first graders and the six teachers and administrators who tried to protect them, in their school classrooms in their bucolic, Peyton Place-like town in Northern Connecticut. Something about Sandy Hook is earth shattering. And I hope this shattering of our perceived idea of safety and right and wrong makes a difference this time.

We as a society are in agreement on the level of dreadfulness that happened at Sandy Hook Elementary School, but I fear that if nothing is done, if no changes are made legislatively we will still agree on the horror at Sandy Hook but, we will slide back into our regular lives and thoughts until the next awful event. And rest assured there will be something worse the next time if nothing is done.

And let’s not forget the part that mental illness played in this latest tragedy and all the previous shootings. Let us as a society stop acting like mental illness happens to someone else. Let us stop ignoring those who are peculiar, bizarre, odd, painfully shy, weird, eccentric, and any other adjective we use to cloak what we are afraid to say out-loud: mentally ill. I think there is a general belief that once someone is mentally ill they are damaged forever and can never to be salvaged, and in believing some people are irreparably damaged, we ignore, disregard and ostracize them, which only leads to tragedy for the mentally ill individual specifically and society at large.

We used to treat cancer patients the same way. Not so long ago people used to whisper that so and so had the big C and then isolate those people. Luckily our government declared a war on cancer which helped in eliminating the stigma of the disease. So let’s declare a war on mental illness! Let’s eliminate the stigma of being mentally ill. Let’s take care of the mentally broken and ill.

Let’s live up to the Preamble to the US Constitution: We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

Let’s do what we do: mobilize and act! There should be no debate over the need to do something; the only debate should be over the methodology.

Let us do what those teachers and administrators at Sandy Hook did some more successfully than others, let us protect the children, our citizens and ourselves!

Let us as a nation DO SOMETHING!

‎"If you have one hundred people who live together and if each one cares for the rest, there is One Mind." ~Crow Saying

12/16/12