06.19.11
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Forty-nine years. That is how long my parents have been married. This weekend marks their anniversary. What a blessing, I feel. I love looking through their old, wedding day scrapbook that my Mom made back in the day, witnessing the beginning of their love story as it unfolded. My Dad, with his sweaty brow, standing, waiting at the altar, and my Mom calmly taking a bath and dressing as she prepared to walk down the aisle “to meet her beloved” as she referred to him in the book (I still don’t know how she found the time to write in her scrapbook just minutes before she walked down the aisle). I love running my fingers across the beautiful wedding cards from their friends that my Mom lovingly taped to the pages, sandwiched between napkins with my parents’ names engraved on them. When my Dad looks at the beaming photo of him and my Mom right after the ceremony as they stood next to a waiting car, he says, “I don’t know who that person was.” He looks a little different now. He was about 40 pounds lighter then.
People have asked what my parents’ secret is to being married for so many years. My Mom says she hasn’t really thought about it.
“I guess patience and forgiveness,” she says. “We just go from day to day.”
For their anniversary, my parents like to keep things low key. No big plans, no extravagant trips, but for me, being able to witness the blessing of their marriage is celebration enough.
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05.29.11
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It blooms every year at about the same time, in the same place. Unusual, it would seem. I consider it a small miracle. It is a gift that keeps on giving from my maternal Grandmother who died nearly 20 years ago. She gave my Mom cuttings from her own rose bush back then. She probably saw it as no big deal. My Grandmother had a green thumb. She was excellent with anything in the garden.
My Mom planted them in our front yard without giving it too much thought. Yet year after year, they grew and grew. The rose bush is now in full bloom only once a year and always around Mother’s Day. I told my Mom it is her Mother’s Day gift. The roses always perk up a few days before Mother’s Day, and by the actual holiday, the blossoms are in full bloom, opening up to the sun and embracing the day. It is uncanny. The roses have even started to overtake my parents’ front yard, sprouting up in places where my Mom didn’t even plant them. I love to smell them and admire them. I think of how they’d make my Grandmother smile if she could see them, cascading down in all their glory.
It is always a downer when Mother’s Day is over. The roses, seemingly, go into mourning, drying up on the vine and withering under the sun. I’ll miss them, but there is always the promise of next year when I know, like clockwork, they’ll be back again.
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04.23.11
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This is the week of miracles. I love this time of year. I love Easter. Everything that it stands for, and all that it means. It is a hopeful time of year. Rebirth. I think of miracles that have happened in my own life. Occasions where only a miracle could explain what happened. Being in the car with my parents and sister a couple of years ago, narrowly escaping what could have, by all accounts, been a fatal accident. Seeing my first niece, Rachel, just days after her birth, basking in the miraculous joy of it all. The most vibrant, colorful rainbow I’d ever seen suddenly appeared right after the funeral a few years ago for my Aunt Chris, my mother’s sister. That rainbow sent us comfort just when we needed it. Watching my little niece, Katy, stand herself up on a chair when she was three and proclaim to us the story of Easter which we had no idea she knew (her Aunt Kristi had shown her and Rachel a video about Jesus called “The Miracle Maker”). Getting Easter baskets as a child, receiving Easter corsages to wear to church from my Dad even when I became an adult. I love remembering the joy of it all.
Sometimes I think just being alive is a miracle. There is an alternative, you know. So this week, whether you’re celebrating Passover, Easter, or none of the above, just know that the possibility of a miracle is all around you and even lives inside of you. Breathe it all in, and expect a miracle.
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03.28.11
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Hilarious. I saw someone wearing this on a t-shirt walking down the street the other day. If I could have gotten close to the woman wearing it (I was driving at the time), I would have asked her what made her don such apparel. What did it mean to her? I liked it. I wish I could have asked her where she bought it. Ironically, I was also recently interviewed by a Wall Street Journal reporter on the subject of being single and dating in the 21st century (you can read the article at http://on.wsj.com/gap2C4).
There is freedom in being single. You can get up and go when you want. Hanging out with the girls is never a problem, and if I want to talk to my family three or four times in one afternoon, no one complains.
Of course, I realize there are things to be said for companionship. My Mom says, it’s nice to belong to someone. How sweet. I believe these things happen in God’s timing. So until the day I say “I do,” I’ll take a tip from that sister, and keep busy being single.
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03.16.11
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I treasure time spent with my family. This dawned me on me a few weeks when I was hanging out with my Dad eating some gelato. His flavor of choice, banana, as usual, and mine, mint chocolate chip. We sat on a park bench and talked about one of our favorite subjects: his father.
“He was such a sweet man,” I said.
“He was,” my Dad agreed, smiling.
“I can’t believe he didn’t have a Southern accent since he grew up in Newnan (Georgia),” I told him.
“No, he didn’t,” my Dad mused.
As much as my Dad loved his father, he loved his paternal grandfather just as much, if not more. This, despite the fact my Dad never met him. My Dad’s grandfather, Dr. John Henry Jordan, died in a car accident decades before my Dad was born. My Dad says he mourns his grandfather’s loss everyday and has even patterned his career after his.
March was John Henry Jordan’s birthday month. He was born March 11, 1870. Who knew he would only live to be 42?
If I were in Georgia, I’d visit his grave. Perhaps lay a flower at the base of his tall, monumental tombstone. Then, I’d walk the short distance over to my grandparents’ graves. I’d probably sit down on the grass and talk to their twin headstones. You know, catch them up on things. I miss them terribly especially my Grandmother who died less than a year ago. But life must go on, of course. My Grandmother would want it that way.
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02.11.11
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There’s nothing like love. It makes you feel different, special. Whether it’s the love of your parents or the love of a significant other, love knows no bounds. It’s nice that Valentine’s Day celebrates those who are nearest and dearest to us, but why wait until then to show your love? Don’t get me wrong. I love flowers and, occasionally, candy as much as anyone else (did I mention how much I love flowers?), but, to me, it’s even more special if these tokens of love and appreciation are doled out on no special occasion. I love those gifts given “just because.” A lot of times, the special days that occur outside of Valentine’s Day are the most memorable.
I think of the times my Dad has showered my Mom with beautiful jewelry outside of any major holiday, and how much it has meant to me when I have received a bouquet of flowers “just because.”
My brother-in-law, Julius, was romantic enough to propose to my sister, Kristi, on my Mother’s birthday with a ring in hand and my sister’s favorite Stevie Wonder song blasting from a radio in their waiting limo. To make it even sweeter, the rest of our family - well, my parents and I- got to participate in the excitement when he immediately whisked Kristi to the airport and put her on a plane to Nashville! It was an unforgettable day.
There are other times when it’s necessary to create your own memories whether it’s treating yourself to a spa day or a fabulous shopping spree for no reason at all. There is nothing wrong with showering yourself with expressions of love.
So this Valentine’s Day whether you’re spending it with a special someone or on your own, don’t be afraid to let the spirit of Valentine’s linger past the official day. Hug someone. Laugh with someone. Give all you have to love, and watch it come back to you.
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01.29.11
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Some things cannot be explained. I was sad to hear the news of Jack LaLanne’s death last week. I had followed the 96-year-old fitness guru for years. I enjoyed watching him on television and admired his whole philosophy, and the fact he said he’d worked out everyday since the 1930’s! How impressive. It is amazing how he kept himself in such great shape for so many years. I read in an article that he once said he felt no different when he was 81 than he did at 21.
On the other hand, you have people like my Grandmother who never worked out a day in her life, ate anything and everything she wanted yet, ironically, lived longer than Jack LaLanne. She was even overweight most of her life and died last year at the age of 97 (and a half). These kinds of things always stump me. How can you explain it? She wasn’t into fitness or nutrition (although she did believe in drinking green tea), and I’m sure she could have lived longer if she had wanted to. My Grandmother basically died the same way the men of old died in the Bible. She decided it was time to go, then she girded up her loins and willfully took her last breath. She was not even sick. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her. My mother and I were just talking about it recently. My Grandmother’s death certificate simply read: “failure to thrive.”
The way LaLanne constantly worked out, devoted his days to good nutrition, and lived to tell others how to do it were great accomplishments. But for all of his working out and seemingly doing everything right, he couldn’t escape death. No one can. I think death, whenever it comes, always teaches us something. Perhaps the most important lesson is not to take things for granted, including tomorrow. That is the way I want to live my life: one day at a time with the keen awareness that tomorrow is not promised to anyone.
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01.17.11
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Everyone who knows my Dad knows he’s a humble man. He has never been one to toot his own horn or anything of that nature. Still, I was surprised at what I found out recently when my Dad and I started talking about Dr. Martin Luther King. As it turns out, my Dad actually had a one-on-one conversation with him. This is what happened…
The year was 1957. My dad was a junior at Morehouse College and had traveled with one of his Alpha Phi Alpha brothers that April to Memphis for an Alpha regional convention. It just so happened the father of my Dad’s friend was in charge of the convention’s welcoming committee and was assigned to pick up Dr. King, that night’s keynote speaker, from the airport. The man drove Dr. King to his house where my Dad also happened to be staying. The man then prepared bacon and eggs for Dr. King while apologizing that his wife wasn’t home to cook a more suitable dinner. My Dad said Dr. King wasn’t offended at all.
“Oh, I’m having a good time,” Dr. King told them.
Then, all three men sat at the kitchen table and talked. My Dad said he and Dr. King discussed the fact that they both went to Morehouse, they both had pledged Alpha there, and they were both from Georgia. My Dad was also classmates with Dr. King’s younger brother, A.D. My Dad remembers Dr. King being very gracious and warm. He was dressed in a suit, and as soon as he finished eating, they left for the Alpha convention. My Dad rode in the back seat with Dr. King while the host drove. On the way, Dr. King told my dad of his hope that his brother would also pledge Alpha at Morehouse.
“(Dr. King) was very nice and down to earth,” my Dad recalls. “Just like talking to any friend.”
How could my Dad have neglected to mention all those details all these years? You just never know what valuable information your parents may be hiding. You never know until you ask, that is.
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01.05.11
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I have two, older brothers but growing up, I often tried to tell them what to do. When I was a toddler and our mother would trek to their room to wake them up in the mornings, I would stand between her legs and parrot her by saying: “Wake up, baas.” I couldn’t pronounce the word, “boys,” my parents say. My little sister often spent her younger years defending me as my brothers, Harold and Vincent, teased me and horsed around, the usual stuff big brothers do. Those days were something, but as I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to appreciate the two of them. It was my brother, Vincent, who found me a place to live, helped me get one of my first modeling jobs, and, unwittingly, helped me discover a trade show awhile back that heralded the kickoff of my family’s skincare line, EmmGerri. My brother, Harold, took care of me the summer I lived in Washington, D.C., chauffeuring me to and fro and introducing me to his friends. Later friends of his became my friends when I moved to Northern California. I am blessed to have two brothers who have comforted me through bad breakups, helped guide my educational path, and showed me, at times, what to do and what not to do when handling the challenges life can bring. There’s nothing like having big brothers.
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12.01.10
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I love Thanksgiving. We all know you can’t beat the food, and, for me, there’s nothing like spending time with family. It’s generally the one time during the year that guarantees my whole family will be together. This year, all of us joined in the celebration except for my older brother, Harold. Unfortunately, he and his brood couldn’t attend as we took Thanksgiving on the road this year, opting to do something different. It was a fun time. There was plenty of food, laughs all around, picture taking, and sunshine. And the best part of all? Nobody had to cook! Who knows why we didn’t think of that before (it was my Mother’s ingenious idea). As much as I was semi-dreading eating out, I’d do it all again in a heartbeat! It was just lovely, an ideal Thanksgiving. And we even had left overs since my sister, Kristi, cooked a delicious meal the next day (I helped a little bit). I don’t know if eating out was what the original celebrators had in mind, but it sure beats the same old routine. Hmm… can’t wait to see what next year brings.
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