Get it Out: Did Some Writing


Sometimes what’s bugging us is not what we say is bugging us … sometimes it’s because we’re just holding on to it instead of getting it out of us. Foggy? Let me explain, I watched someone practically suffer unnecessarily (in my opinion) after a recent breakup. I don’t say the suffering was unnecessary but the WAY they were agonizing seemed a bit much. I’ve had my share of the crying and questioning too so I could empathize. I only had one bit of advice to share with the person and that was to get it out after they already told me they were praying. (Prayer is numero uno in my book.) Get it out? She wanted the answer to that like I’m sure you do by now. Any time I have a problem and am in need of finding a solution, I grab a writing utensil and let the questions/feelings flow through my hand. I work it out of me by writing.

I expressed many times to my “friend” whenever she would talk about the breakup that I really thought if she would write about it, she would feel so much better. One day I received an email from her titled, DID SOME WRITING. Initially I thought I wouldn’t want to read what she said because it wasn’t for my eyes/heart/ears. It turned out that what she wrote could have almost been me at one time or another and possibly could have been or IS you. This post isn’t about what she said. It’s about what she did and what happened through her getting it out. She learned that the writing was therapeutic. I know if she reads this post, she will laugh and maybe be mad at herself because she does not feel the same way any more and probably will regret she ever did. But, as we all know, that’s life.

I don’t know what your “breakup” is but I do know healing flows in my life when ink flows through my pen. I share here and this post is my freebie advice to you — GET IT OUT. Below is the email I received unedited and to show you how simple it is to put your thoughts on paper.

Your turn!


Sometimes, good intentions aren’t always good enough…

 I don’t know if this will help me, free me or push me in the right direction to let you go, nevertheless, I just need to get it out; its eating up. 

I am so ANGRY with you but I still love you.  I am disappointed in you but I miss your voice, your presence.  I wish I never met you but if I could hear you laugh one more time, it would mean the world to me.

 I cry a lot more since we’ve separated, I suppose its because of this broken heart.  Sometimes I still find a laugh; no need for the pity party.

 I am strong and I am getting stronger everyday; maybe that’s why you had so little regard for my feelings, guess you knew that I would be alright. 

I keep trying to rationalize what happened, it keeps playing over and over again in my mind.  What you did wrong, what I did wrong, the things that I said, that you said; its too much.  You’re gone but you still control this relationship! 

Its so confusing, like I’m not even me anymore.  I’m this love sick, sad, pitiful woman who so desperately wants to climb out of this hole. 

I’m so tired of crying over you! 

I never want to give anyone my heart again, I don’t know if that’s giving you too much power or if I’m not as strong as I think I am.  And I can’t wait until someone wonderful comes along to change my mind.  (I better apologize to him now, for his battle to win my heart.)

I want to really hurt you, make you feel the way I do but… I care about you too much.  I know that sounds crazy, especially as I proofread. 

I keep telling myself that I’ll get through it, that I will be okay and I do believe that.  I tell everyone else that, “I’m fine,” and that “you’re the last thing on my mind,” but I don’t think anybody believes that.  

I wish we didn’t go so many places, watch so many movies or listen to so many songs laying in bed or riding around the city. I wish I didn’t get close to your family, I miss them too.  I wish I could just forget you but we’ve created so many memories that I think that would be impossible.

So this is my prayer…I pray for my mind, my heart, my strength.  I pray for wisdom, peace, comfort and for guidance.  And I pray for you…every night; guess that’s a habit I won’t be able to break anytime soon.

The ‘Cause of Your Cause

Why are you doing it? Why do you do it?

NEW YORK, NY - DECEMBER 21:  Bernard Anderson ...

Stand up for someone else!

The first is a question I was asked about an event I volunteered to participate in, fundraise for, and promote. The second is my questioning you.

Frankly I was offended. But, don’t you do that too … get mad initially and later do a self check; if you don’t yet, you will — that’s if you continue to mature. Life is a learning process, eventually what you learn – you will live. After I defended myself about my motive or lack thereof, I thought long and hard about the WHY.

Any time I ask my two-year-old granddaughter Kassidy, why she does something; 95% of the time the answer is

BECAUSE I want to

My KK!

I know how I feel or respond to her when she gives me this answer so if it doesn’t fly with a tot, then it definitely shouldn’t work in my life.

When I asked myself why I choose to volunteer my time, talents, and treasure when it comes to: Visiting strangers in prisons and spending time encouraging them, watching young babies and children in homeless shelters while their parents are in counseling sessions to help them make a positive transition for their families, serving those who need or even desire cooked meals during holidays, leaving a GOOD job for more than 10 years to go work for a cancer organization (for much LESS money)  just because I want to do something to HELP, and  participating in walks and relays in all kinds of weather ….

You know what I discovered the answer always is — P E O P L E, the answer is ALWAYS a person or people. Yes, most times I don’t know the people but when it boils down to it, there is a person somewhere in mind or at the beginning of the idea. If you’re reading this and don’t know me or know me well, let me tell you that I consider my God a loving and LIVING Being so even He is a Person. When I’m doing something when it comes to strangers, I would say the least common denominator is my love for my God.

The two causes that I am now standing for and fighting for, Cancer and HIV/AIDS; I can’t tell you that I would serve in those areas had 2 people I love dearly not have been affected. It is what it is. I can’t pretend I would do what I do by giving you the easy answer, because.

Because I love you!

I can tell you, however, that it’s not for those people’s affection or attention. One of them is dead anyway so I know he doesn’t know! And the other has a really busy life but I was called on my reason for serving and I had to admit that yes I do it because I love this person. What people fail to realize at times is when we are loved or when we love — action usually follows. Love is an action word. Love doesn’t mean (for real) that I’m doing this for you so YOU can see what I do and so YOU would acknowledge and do something for me — whatever that something is.

I don’t have to be offended any more. Like me or leave me, I do what I do BECAUSE of love. So what’s the ’cause of YOUR cause?

Serving the Homeless

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Don’t Let Kanye Con Ye

Imagine driving in a neighborhood that’s heavily populated with discount  hookers and lined with cheap strip clubs. Now see Kanye West in that neighborhood standing at a bus stop in August in Atlanta wearing a fur coat! Unbelievable? Exactly. So why didn’t I realize I was dreaming.


My children and I are probably on our way to shop, I’m in the back seat of the car when I noticed some foolish man wearing a HUGE fur coat. While checking him out, I notice he looks a LOT like Kanye West. I didn’t say anything to my children; I only stared until I noticed that he was looking back as if to say, “Yeah, it’s me.” I yelled to my children that he was there. They saw the man in the coat but couldn’t identify the person. One of us suggested we circle back to see for sure.

When we returned to the spot, he was gone. (this part is foggy) Someone motioned for us to follow them to see where Kanye was. Now we’re all gathered in this one location along with other people who noticed him out there. I don’t know why we were sitting in this place waiting to see him — maybe it was a surprise concert, I’m not sure. What I do know is all of the passerby drivers and pedestrians were now being robbed. After they took all of our belongings, they let us go. When we returned to our car, it was on cinder blocks  and completely stripped. (no pun on the neighborhood) It wasn’t until then that I learned we had been scammed!

Of course I didn’t realize I was dreaming until I woke up.

When most people have strange dreams, we usually try to come up with a reason for it. I knew I hadn’t eaten anything too late or weird. I hadn’t seen Kanye or heard his music in months, if not years. I hadn’t been shopping in that area for a while so I couldn’t justify the randomness of the dream.So the next best thing for me is to get a lesson from it … I want to learn something from every experience I can’t explain. Here is the lesson I got:

When you are about your business and on your way to being productive, don’t get off course by useless distractions. No matter what the distraction is, Kanye or Kimye, it has nothing to do with you – especially  when you have to turn BACK or turn AROUND. It’s not even on your path, you’re supposed to be moving forward! See it and keep moving. If it’s not a part of your “dream”, it has nothing to do with you.

Because the message comes from a dream, realize that Kanye is only a symbol here. Notice distractions however they come, it can be a person, TV show (specifically a reality program), sleep, work, social media …. don’t get sidelined. Learn from my mishap in the dream, don’t be conned by Kanye!

Family Matters

God gives us family and the devil gives us relatives.

Above is something I hear my Pastor say often. I know it’s said or quoted in gist and I’m pretty sure you agree with me that you can see the truth in the statement.

Being one who lives a far distance from relatives, I know what it’s like to miss and treasure familial relationships. I had the pleasure of visiting my recently widowed grandmother and the opportunity to spend seven days loving on her and caring for her. Many times when I go to visit my hometown, I’m pretty happy to return to my own residence more than 600 miles away. I love getting back to my serene abode where it is mostly drama free. That’s the only upside I’ve found in 20 years of being separated from the majority of my family. Then you have holidays and special occasions that make you yearn for the company and presence of your loved ones. You want to share the highs and lows with people that are connected to you and can personally relate to what you’re feeling/experiencing at the time.

This most recent visit home is the first one I’ve had that left me puzzled and filled with emotions. The problem is I don’t know how to define what I was feeling after departing the plane but none of feelings were good. Being a social media junkie, I posted exactly how I was feeling. That’s when I learned how much family matters. This time I’m not referring to relatives.

In my previous post, I talked about a young man I discovered on a TV show. Since then that same young man has started a movement and made a majority of the people involved in this movement – FAMILY. We call ourselves “JamarsFam” – this will require a whole new post! Next time – maybe.

One of the emotions I was experiencing was disappointment; I was sorely vexed with some of my relatives because I felt (and possibly still feel) that my grandmother was being neglected by family who reside in the same city with her or nearby. I couldn’t understand how or why those closest in proximity seem the furthest in support of her. Then I think I felt a little helpless; almost like I had to find a reason to be angry with myself and others because I was limited to help her. Finally, I was sad – sad – sad. I’m the first grandchild and, in my mind, the most spoiled one so I don’t think I need to elaborate on how close I am to the lady. Therefore, I was FULL. Another thing I need to add is I don’t find it fun entertaining feelings that make me feel bad. :-) I prefer to be in a joyful mood or just to keep it light. I don’t like being weighed down; my shoulders weren’t made for that.

I don’t like having a heavy heart and I make it my business to help those around me not to like it either. For those that understand this: I’m “salt and light” so it’s a part of my purpose to be a cheerer upper! It’s kinda difficult to cheer others when you’re in a funky mood yourself and being down is a perfect time for a family to show just how much they matter.

When I shared how I was feeling on Twitter and Facebook, my “family” showed up in full force. I received so many uplifting messages and found just had many people genuinely care for me. It took seconds to boost my spirit. I think the thought of knowing people cared outweighed the other crappy feelings I had.

If you don’t have a family like the one I belong to, I suggest you start your own — one of those be the change you want to see things.  See my post on JamarsFam.

Until we meet up again, remember to treasure yourself!


I’m not a big fan at all of TV Reality Shows. I can say that I loved American Idol the 2nd and 3rd season after I tuned in to see what the hype was all about during the 1st season. Since then I’ve only caught glimpses (by mistake) of other reality shows — shows I think should never be aired. But, people love them (evidently) because they keep creating more and more nonsense to feed those with that type of appetite. 

The one show that I think I will continue to watch is one I heard about last year and that’s NBC’s The Voice. One night I was scrolling through my Facebook news feed and read more than one update about how good this particular show was and how much better than Idol. Because it was nighttime and I have to have a snack at night, I went downstairs to find my evening treat and my children happened to be watching the show. I stood there like I do when I catch the normal glimpses of the nonsense shows they watch but this time I was really interested and not watching in awe and disgust. I immediately added the show to my Hulu queue. (I’m still not down with all of the long commercials.)

The first season I watched  The Voice and heard the actual season’s winner during his audition, I called it — he will be the winner and he was (Javier). This year, I cannot say the same. I haven’t the foggiest notion who it will be but I do know who has captured my undivided attention. Jamar Rogers. Not because Jamar can sing so well or that he is just truly adorable, it’s for the reason he has decided to use his voice. I’ve watched, heard, and read, what I believe every and any published interview Jamar has given. I wanted to hear more. Google supplied me with more than his singing. (Click here for a one-stop-shop to learn more about my friend.) It seems I got to know this young man a little more intimately and it made me think about how he’s using his voice. He’s not just singing but he wants to touch lives with his voice and sometimes our voices are expressed through so many other means. And not any one way will capture the hearts of each person who hears. 

A classic example is the  Kony 2012 movement. Facebook, Twitter, and YouTube are just a few avenues so many showcase their voices and the word spreads quickly. We educate, inform, and enlighten others when we use our voice. Not always are we spreading positive and uplifting messages with our voices. When my son came home for spring break, he introduced me to another group of people who are using their voices in Peanut Live 215 focusing on every day life in some hoods in my beloved city of Philadelphia. Very interesting. I look forward to see where and how Peanut will end, rather, survive. Then we have the  Trayvon Martin story where we see people everywhere using their voice in one way or another to express how this issue has touched or hasn’t touched them. Be it posting a picture of yourself in a hoodie, protesting, or signing one of many petitions — voices are being heard.

Jamar‘s decision to audition for the show has gone further than he has anticipated and that’s because our voices carry. I haven’t written a blog post in months and it’s because this one man used his voice to make me use mine. Thanks, Jamar. Sing!

If you have the opportunity to check out Peanut Live, please don’t judge me. Just, in some way, encourage the young men behind the puppet and the camera because they’re using their voices.


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