to all my ladies...

early to rise, early to bed.
in and between i cooked and cleaned and went out of my head.
going through life with blinders on, it's tough to see.
i had to get up, get out from under and look for me.

i used to be sad, i used to be shy
funniest thing, the saddest part is I never knew why...
kickin' myself for nothin' was my favorite sport
i had to take off, start enjoyin' 'cause life's too short

there's a new girl in town, 'cause I'm feelin good.
get a smile, get a song, for the neighborhood
things are great when you stand on your own two feet
and this girl's here to say
with some luck and love life's gonna be
so sweeeeeeeeeet!
"there's a new girl in town" (alice theme song - season 1 - 9)


i know all us ladies have felt like alice before. this is for us.

what are we celebrating?

here's something to think about as you prepare to go to that 4th. of July bbq. let me know what you think.

Your high independence only reveals the immeasurable distance between us. The blessings in which you, this day, rejoice are not enjoyed in common. The rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity, and independence bequeathed by your fathers is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought light and healing to you has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth of July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony. Do you mean, citizens, to mock me by asking me to speak today?...What, to the American slave, is your Fourth of July? I answer: a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation of tyrants, brass-fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade and solemnity, are, to Him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy-a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of the United States, at this very hour.

- an excerpt from a speech given by Frederick Douglass on July 4, 1852