Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Dear ole' Waco High-My Alma mater
Since I'm an alumni of WHS as well as a substitute teacher, I was motivated to attend last night's meeting. I'll post a few pictures I took and when time permits, add my notes and thoughts on the situation later. For now, we all should just continue to pray, pray, pray.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Madea's Family Reunion
From Tyler Perry's online newsletter on Madea's Family Reunion: 
Well well well I am excited,
Okay this is the week. Thank you Jesus!!! I have been working so hard. I get a chance to breathe next week. I don't know what I'm more excited about the movie coming out or getting a night to be able to sleep eight hours. LOL, (the movie of course) Anyway, it's this Friday. YES!!!
For all my folk on the email list, you can get your tickets now. You can get a group of them or two, it doesn't matter just go to
So, I'll see you at the movies.
Oh yeah, The Tyra Show is on this coming Thursday, and Essence is on the newsstands now.
Peace! Talk to you soon...
TP
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See trailers
Well well well I am excited,Okay this is the week. Thank you Jesus!!! I have been working so hard. I get a chance to breathe next week. I don't know what I'm more excited about the movie coming out or getting a night to be able to sleep eight hours. LOL, (the movie of course) Anyway, it's this Friday. YES!!!
For all my folk on the email list, you can get your tickets now. You can get a group of them or two, it doesn't matter just go to
So, I'll see you at the movies.
Oh yeah, The Tyra Show is on this coming Thursday, and Essence is on the newsstands now.
Peace! Talk to you soon...
TP
----
See trailers
Sunday, February 19, 2006
I said Both
A "Stephanie" from the area Texas Right to Life called the house asking to speak to me yesterday. This is an account of what happened, as best I can recall.
I'm in the bathroom braiding my hair after a morning shampoo. Jen is on the computer in my room and the phone rings. She answers the phone and says, "One moment, Mary, telephone" without asking who it was first. Fuming because I didn't want to be bothered with any unsolicited phone calls from telemarketers on a cold rainy Saturday morning, I yell from the bathroom, "Why didn't you ask who it was before calling me to the phone?" Jen sighs and puts the receiver back to her ear and says, "May I ask who's calling? It's Stephanie from the Texas Right to Life." I shutter and hiss back, "See! Ugh!!" I huff all the way to the cordless phone in the kitchen to receive the call while Jen waits to hang it up in the bedroom.
"Greetings," I say.
"Hello, is this Mary Evans?"
"Yes, this is she."
"My name is Stephanie with the Texas Right to Life and I have a question for you."
"Yes."
"I just need to know if you are pro-choice, right to life, or undecided/in between?"
"Both."
"So you are saying you're not pro-choice or right to life, but somewhere in between."
"No, Both"
A staggering silence fell over the line.
"So," Stephanie cautiously trods to seek more clarity, "You are saying you aren't choosing either, but are somewhere in between?"
"No, my answer is Both."
Another long pause silences the dialogue.
Seemingly confused, she asks with clarity one more time. "Both?"
"Both."
"Well, thank you very much for your time Miss Evans."
"No, Thank you."
(click)
(click)
I then poke my head into the bedroom and peer in on Jen. "Did you hear what I kept saying?"
"Yep. Both"
"You know why right?"
"Yes, but I'm sure that lady just thought you were trying to get her off the phone by trying to be funny."
"I know I stumped her. I think she was just trying to pin me down to a decision so she could ask more questions. What she didn't realize is that I wasn't trying to be funny. My answer was "BOTH", Jen and I say simultaneously, laughing.
Turning to head back into the bathroom, I smile and say to my sister, "Thanks for answering that phone,"
I'm in the bathroom braiding my hair after a morning shampoo. Jen is on the computer in my room and the phone rings. She answers the phone and says, "One moment, Mary, telephone" without asking who it was first. Fuming because I didn't want to be bothered with any unsolicited phone calls from telemarketers on a cold rainy Saturday morning, I yell from the bathroom, "Why didn't you ask who it was before calling me to the phone?" Jen sighs and puts the receiver back to her ear and says, "May I ask who's calling? It's Stephanie from the Texas Right to Life." I shutter and hiss back, "See! Ugh!!" I huff all the way to the cordless phone in the kitchen to receive the call while Jen waits to hang it up in the bedroom.
"Greetings," I say.
"Hello, is this Mary Evans?"
"Yes, this is she."
"My name is Stephanie with the Texas Right to Life and I have a question for you."
"Yes."
"I just need to know if you are pro-choice, right to life, or undecided/in between?"
"Both."
"So you are saying you're not pro-choice or right to life, but somewhere in between."
"No, Both"
A staggering silence fell over the line.
"So," Stephanie cautiously trods to seek more clarity, "You are saying you aren't choosing either, but are somewhere in between?"
"No, my answer is Both."
Another long pause silences the dialogue.
Seemingly confused, she asks with clarity one more time. "Both?"
"Both."
"Well, thank you very much for your time Miss Evans."
"No, Thank you."
(click)
(click)
I then poke my head into the bedroom and peer in on Jen. "Did you hear what I kept saying?"
"Yep. Both"
"You know why right?"
"Yes, but I'm sure that lady just thought you were trying to get her off the phone by trying to be funny."
"I know I stumped her. I think she was just trying to pin me down to a decision so she could ask more questions. What she didn't realize is that I wasn't trying to be funny. My answer was "BOTH", Jen and I say simultaneously, laughing.
Turning to head back into the bathroom, I smile and say to my sister, "Thanks for answering that phone,"
Friday, February 17, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Pet Peeve about me
One of my biggest pet peeves about myself is my inability to complete one of the many writing assignment ideas I have. I am sure at some point I will settle on something that I will be willing to stick with til' the end. Until then, I won't beat myself up because I change my writing ventures like I change underwear! Lawd, help a sistah out!!
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Soul Ties- For Singles
In the spirit of Valentine's Day, I think this post should be in 2006 rather than 2005 archives.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Sexual Predators- Research Time!!
Thanks Felicia for sending me this link to Family Watchdog. It will help me in my research as well as know what pedophilia is living near me and my family's neighborhood.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Teen Advice about cyber bullying
With many teens using the internet, unfortunately, bullying is taking place there as well. Check out this link on How to prevent Cyber Bullying
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Me and this Poetry Thang
I got up with the poetry scene over five years ago while living in Houston when a friend of mine from church took me to an open mic poetry reading that was in downtown Houston at a barbecue restaurant. It was on a Sunday night and the place was packed with folks dressed in their Sunday best, enjoying an evening of spoken word while enjoying dinner and having drinks. You "almost" could call it a club atmosphere, but without the loud music, dancing, and smoke. It was chic.
By August 2000, I was living in Sacramento, Ca by myself and with quite a bit of spare time on my hands. January rolled around and I started looking for venues outside of church where I could meet some culturally enriching black folks. Let's just say I was lonely and attention starved. Hey, what do you expect when you move 1500 miles across the nation, sight unseen, and don't know anybody to kick it with?
Needless to say, they had an African-American bookstore right around the corner from my townhouse that was featuring a local poet named Terry Moore. This was new to me, but intriguing. He was promoting his new chapbook of poetry which was mainly about love and the date of the event was right before Valentine's Day. Well, seeing how the place filled up with all sorts of poets and folks, I was hooked by the atmosphere, the spoken word and the creative juices that were at that time dormant, waiting to come alive...in me.
By March 18th, the rebirth of my poetry entered on the page of my poetry journal that once lay lifeless with only horizontal lines canvassing the pages begging to be colored with ink and thought.
The first poem I wrote, was I guess a response to the "flirting" by Terry Moore to me. At that time he was single but unknowingly to me, taken. I think he had what most men who are involved with someone but still flirt with any skirt, amnesia. What started out cute and enticing, turned out to be annoying and definitely thought provoking. So with a fully ink loaded pen, my retort began.
I titled it,
Don't Play With Me:
By Maryee 3-18-01
What are you looking for?
Someone with that low self-esteem?
Someone you can dominate, humiliate, and intimidate?
Boyyyy, I thought you knew!
Do you not know who I am?
I'm the sistah who really can't be bothered with your ishes
You know Chauvinish, Childish,
Pile of Shhhh
It ought to be a crime
to be so divine and blow my mind
with your so called rhymes
Who taught you how to flow like that?
I mean put words together and make them...go like that
Cat, You da bomb!
I'm 'bout to explode off your energy
Your synergy
It's like tryin to get the best of me
But WAIT! What do I see?
Fifteen other chics feeling the same as me?
Who do you think I am, some GROUPIE??
Don't gaze into my eyes unless you want me to gaze right back
Don't try and touch my inner most, unless you wanna get touched back
DON'T PLAY WITH ME!
I read him this poem before departing Sacramento and moving down to Orange County in January of 2002. He liked it and wanted a copy. Go figure.
I had to follow up with a "I ain't sharing" poem later. Terry was indeed a blessing to me, for had it not been for that drama, my poetry wouldn't have been re-birthed. God bless Mr. Moore in his endeavors.
About 200+ poems later and I'm still goin'
From meeting Terry, I was also blessed to meet other poets in Northern California who I've remained good friends since then.
My girl Nicole Romeo
and my main man Nathan Lewis
Both have been quite inspirational and encouraging to me in my writing journey. I miss em' both!
It was through Terry, Nathan and Nicole, I was able to briefly be a part of Born2B Poets, and feature twice at Tower Book Store in Sacramento.
When I moved down to Southern California, another sweet spoken word artist whom I adore and met through my former church Friendship Baptist, is none other than the sexy, classy and sassy, Maura Gale. She said she'd never forget me because her mom's name is Mary Elizabeth. Cool huh?
It's been a blessing just to share my poetry in written or spoken word. I'm happy to be able to host the poetry readings at Beatnix and look forward to offering others an opportunity to express.
By August 2000, I was living in Sacramento, Ca by myself and with quite a bit of spare time on my hands. January rolled around and I started looking for venues outside of church where I could meet some culturally enriching black folks. Let's just say I was lonely and attention starved. Hey, what do you expect when you move 1500 miles across the nation, sight unseen, and don't know anybody to kick it with?
Needless to say, they had an African-American bookstore right around the corner from my townhouse that was featuring a local poet named Terry Moore. This was new to me, but intriguing. He was promoting his new chapbook of poetry which was mainly about love and the date of the event was right before Valentine's Day. Well, seeing how the place filled up with all sorts of poets and folks, I was hooked by the atmosphere, the spoken word and the creative juices that were at that time dormant, waiting to come alive...in me.
By March 18th, the rebirth of my poetry entered on the page of my poetry journal that once lay lifeless with only horizontal lines canvassing the pages begging to be colored with ink and thought.
The first poem I wrote, was I guess a response to the "flirting" by Terry Moore to me. At that time he was single but unknowingly to me, taken. I think he had what most men who are involved with someone but still flirt with any skirt, amnesia. What started out cute and enticing, turned out to be annoying and definitely thought provoking. So with a fully ink loaded pen, my retort began.
I titled it,
Don't Play With Me:
By Maryee 3-18-01
What are you looking for?
Someone with that low self-esteem?
Someone you can dominate, humiliate, and intimidate?
Boyyyy, I thought you knew!
Do you not know who I am?
I'm the sistah who really can't be bothered with your ishes
You know Chauvinish, Childish,
Pile of Shhhh
It ought to be a crime
to be so divine and blow my mind
with your so called rhymes
Who taught you how to flow like that?
I mean put words together and make them...go like that
Cat, You da bomb!
I'm 'bout to explode off your energy
Your synergy
It's like tryin to get the best of me
But WAIT! What do I see?
Fifteen other chics feeling the same as me?
Who do you think I am, some GROUPIE??
Don't gaze into my eyes unless you want me to gaze right back
Don't try and touch my inner most, unless you wanna get touched back
DON'T PLAY WITH ME!
I read him this poem before departing Sacramento and moving down to Orange County in January of 2002. He liked it and wanted a copy. Go figure.
I had to follow up with a "I ain't sharing" poem later. Terry was indeed a blessing to me, for had it not been for that drama, my poetry wouldn't have been re-birthed. God bless Mr. Moore in his endeavors.
About 200+ poems later and I'm still goin'
From meeting Terry, I was also blessed to meet other poets in Northern California who I've remained good friends since then.
My girl Nicole Romeo
and my main man Nathan Lewis
Both have been quite inspirational and encouraging to me in my writing journey. I miss em' both!
It was through Terry, Nathan and Nicole, I was able to briefly be a part of Born2B Poets, and feature twice at Tower Book Store in Sacramento.
When I moved down to Southern California, another sweet spoken word artist whom I adore and met through my former church Friendship Baptist, is none other than the sexy, classy and sassy, Maura Gale. She said she'd never forget me because her mom's name is Mary Elizabeth. Cool huh?
It's been a blessing just to share my poetry in written or spoken word. I'm happy to be able to host the poetry readings at Beatnix and look forward to offering others an opportunity to express.
Friday, January 27, 2006
New Poets and New Poetry every Thursday
Last night was fun!! Week number four is next Thursday. All ages, all colors and types/styles of delivery and presentatioin. Even if you don't have your own, come and read your favorite poet's pieces. I read one from Maya Angelo last night and Jen read If by Rudyard Kipling. Come to read , recite, or listen. See ya next week at Beatnix Coffee House!
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
JC's Girls Girls Girls
Jen and I went to visit Jane Derrick's mother-in-law, Mrs. Derrick at Providence Hospital last night. She was admitted because she was dehydrated. Being that she was up in age and rarely sick, it was a good thing that she submitted to going in to get checked out last night.
Well the TV was on in her room but the volume was turned down real low. I glanced up and saw some show on TV that had what looked like playboy pin-ups promoting something. I remembered the name and did a search on google tonight to find out what I couldn't see and hear on TV. They are called JC's Girls Girls Girls.
Interesting, to say the least. Go ye therefore...
Well the TV was on in her room but the volume was turned down real low. I glanced up and saw some show on TV that had what looked like playboy pin-ups promoting something. I remembered the name and did a search on google tonight to find out what I couldn't see and hear on TV. They are called JC's Girls Girls Girls.
Interesting, to say the least. Go ye therefore...
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