the current administration will gainsay any and every question asked of them and their position on a certain batch of files.
if you’ve gotta do that much lying and pussyfooting around the topic, how safe are your words?
how safe are you?
giver
when you’re a giver, it doesn’t hit you how much people take away from you until you feel like emotionally… you have nothing left to give.
and then, you have to remember to burnish your soul in order to restore YOU.
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You tell me love ain’t been goin’ your way/ Cause you’ve been searching, but good ones are hard to find/ Said you won’t settle for less than your heart is asking/ And life’s too precious just to be wasting time/
This will probably be my favorite segment on my blog in a very long time! Welcome to Opening Lyrics to Songs That I Love!
In “News for You,” Eric Benét sings about the surprising and transformative power of finding love after having given up on it.
The song’s core message is in the lyrics: “Think your time for love is through. Well I got news for you.” Benét describes falling in love so completely that the thought of the person leaving feels devastating. The song embraces the “beautifully frightening aspect of love” that can be both tragic and deeply resonant.
The song was featured on his album “The One”.
When I listen to this song by Eric, I have to push away all of the negative thoughts that bounce about in my head regarding him and Halle Berry. Their marriage was an embarrassment on public display because of Eric’s constant cheating.
ON HALLE BERRY!!! Dude, like how?! Why?! I remember watching an interview with her, and then watching a separate one with him, and he spoke about being diagnosed as a Sex Addict. It was the first time I had heard the term.
He also spoke about being in the throes of counseling and therapy and trying to come to grips with the pain he had caused Halle, while also not hating himself in the process. Needless to say, they were some heavy interviews.
The song, though?! It’s one of my favorites by him because it pulls at the heartstrings. It makes me think about all of my failed relationships and the ones that were gifts to me because I learned something, and me and those exes are still friends. We know what we had, but we also know why we had to let it go.
The song is beautifully penned with a catchy chorus, and his distinctive vocals make it so much better. It’s an everlasting love song that can be and will be played on repeat for years to come.
For the next four Sundays, I’ll share with you my favorite opening lyrics to songs I truly love. Maybe you’ll enjoy it. Maybe you won’t. Perhaps you’ll share favorite opening lyrics to songs you love as well. Perhaps you won’t. Either way, we’re going to have a good damn time.
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AI-Generated Image. A Black married couple who just got married. They are both smiling into the camera. A glimpse of sunlight shines in the background, highlighting their faces.
marriage, no, thank you.
I used to want marriage–when I dilly-dallied in my 20s and early 30s…
now, I’ve no yen to lasso such a thing close to me that seems to depress my loved ones.
Of all the married couples I’ve ever known, 30% of them are happy. I don’t care who you are, that’s a frightening statistic.
I envision myself whole, free, loved, and understood, and I don’t have faith in anyone else to make me that way.
The journey must begin and end with me.
AI-Generated Image: A Biracial man standing with a look of confidence on his face, as he leans against a red truck.
his lack of charm drew me in
I wasn’t lying when I said, “he isn’t debonair.” he isn’t. he wasn’t. but there was something of an allure about him– how his lack of charm convinced me to reveal my caged self.
all the baggage. all the misplaced anger. all the need for space.
he was a breeze that passed through at the perfect time and collected me during my most heated moments.
we relied on passion to sustain us, and that was our downfall.
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If you’ve been following this blog for a while (or my previous blog before it) or you’ve followed me on Medium, then you’ve likely read about my kid sister. Today is her 26th birthday, and it hit me like a Mack truck that my baby is no longer a baby. She’s closer to 30 now than she is to age 20, and I’m seriously in my feelings about it.
I’m wallowing in crocodile tears, mentally flipping through the memories of us as she was growing up, and reminiscing about her toddler years, and I am NOT okay. Lol!
She’s beautiful. She’s intelligent. She’s talented in so many ways. She has a love for musicality and can sing the socks off most people I know. To say that I’m proud of her is a major understatement.
Here’s a snippet from her birthday poem:
You are the blessing I prayed for–my dream come true. Every day, I am wowed by the woman you are becoming, and I bow before your changes.
You restore all that is good within me, and there’s no price for that. I’ll never be able to repay you, but I’ll love you until my last breath.
I wished for a sister for so long. It was one of the things that was HIGH on my list of wants as I was growing up. To have that dream come true and my wish granted when I was 19 years old was one of the happiest moments of my life.
Bless, you are amazing, and I am so proud of the woman you have become, and I look forward to who you will be in the future. Keep shining, kiddo! I love you!
Please join me in wishing the kid a Happy Birthday, folks! 26 years on this earth is a testimony nowadays, and I am over-the-moon that she has one!
it’s been a long time since I’ve been around someone who harrumphed before sounding off with their argument.
I miss that on this cool and dreary morning for some reason. I know rain is coming, the sky tells me so.
but that didn’t stop me from getting my steps in. there’s something to be said about connecting with the outside world
instead of building one in my head again.
roc of clouds
like some sort of roc, she towered over the clouds
in my mind–taking charge of peaceful moments.
I’d grown attached to her enigmatic persona, but soon realized it was vampiric.
walking away had not proven sufficient, now… I run… and I run fast.
Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-BookandPaperback) yet?
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