4 Wooden Nickels

"Don't take any wooden nickels."

The Derek Jeter and Jordan Brand “RE2PECT” commercial has been all over my timelines today and I completely understand why. The commercial is great! It’s moving, several celebrity cameos, and it’s a really nice tribute to Jeter. 

I learned about Valerie June a few months ago while searching for new music on Spotify. I fell in love with her voice and style after hearing Pushin’ Against A Stone. This song, Workin’ Woman Blues, is my current jam (the trumpet just does something to me)! 

vintageblackglamour:

The great Trinidadian-born pianist Hazel Scott was born on this day in 1920. One of my favorite things about her? Her hands were once insured by Lloyds of London. My other thing is this quote: “Any woman who has a great deal to offer the world is in trouble. And if she’s a black woman, she’s in deep trouble.”

vintageblackglamour:

The great Trinidadian-born pianist Hazel Scott was born on this day in 1920. One of my favorite things about her? Her hands were once insured by Lloyds of London. My other thing is this quote: “Any woman who has a great deal to offer the world is in trouble. And if she’s a black woman, she’s in deep trouble.”

"We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” -Maya Angelou
RIP to this beautiful woman.

"We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” -Maya Angelou

RIP to this beautiful woman.

Artist, Jessica Harrison’s, Victorian-era porcelain dolls. 

'Cause your love is on fire on mountain tops not down with me
Your heart is so wild but never free

So wake me up the dream I had is over
We were so young and now were getting older
And I cant keep on giving you what might be meant for someone new
Wake me up the dream I had is over

—Johnnyswim. “Over.”

One of the best concerts I’ve been to in a long time. Solange and M.I.A. are both great live! 

Four Women

I was raised by four women, all different in their own right.

My Mom, Marsha: A fiercely strong and independent woman who ran multimillion dollar companies during the day, became my cheerleader at field hockey games in the afternoon, and had dinner on the table at night. I got my entrepreneurial desires from her and she continues to support everything I do.  

My babysitter, Nonnie: An eclectic, nonconformist who I inherited my hippie ways from. She raised six of her own kids and added me to the bunch without thinking twice. She taught me how to ride a bike, to express myself creatively, and how to care for those you love.

My G’ma, Celeste: A connoisseur in the finer things in life and always shared what she had with her family. She taught me to appreciate the comforts of home, food, family, and a good crossword puzzle. I don’t think its a coincidence that we share a name and seemed to understand each other so well. 

My childhood friends Mom, Shula: a crafty Greek woman who learned English from watching television. She made me feel like her home was mine and always knew what to cook to make me feel love. She took me to soccer practice after school, taught me to garden, and sewed my Girl Scout patches to my sasch as if it were just anothers days work. 

Most would say my Mom raised my sister and me on her own, but thats not the case. A mothers collective formed to nurture as only women know how to do. In result I’m a combination of them all. They’re my family, they’re my Moms, and I thank them indefinitely.