Pizza, fries and quality time with Zach Efron: that was all the most winningest gymnast craved after clinching her fourth Olympic gold medal on Tuesday. In a post-performance interview, she teased Olympic partner-in-crime Aly Raisman for wanting to nap instead. If Michael Phelps was the Olympics’ king, this year Simone Biles proved to be its queen, toting four gold medals and a single bronze back to the States. But as she dazzlingly vaulted, tumbled and body rolled her way into Olympic stardom, another Final Five teammate’s sparkle flickered. Continue reading
On Thursday morning, I received a tough text from my favorite high school teacher: Roger Enrico, the man who had put me and countless others through college, had died. The timing was uncanny. He was scheduled to have breakfast with me and about eight fellow Enrico scholarship recipients in Dallas on tomorrow, Monday morning. I poured over the articles in “The New York Times”, “Adweek” and “Wall Street Journal.” They all praised his legendary career and philanthropy. But that only scratched the surface. Continue reading
Last night, my guy and I watched “Drumline”. We laughed as quotes about “hot butter biscuits” and “one band one sound” slid off our tongues and marveled over the young Nick Cannon and Zoe Saldana in the 13-year-old film.
“She hasn’t aged a bit,” he awed. It’s true. The love interest with the faint accent and hint of spice looked exactly the same. Same slender dancer frame, same big doe-like eyes, same slightly jutted chin. In hindsight, one can say that chin alone signaled her refusal to let her role in “Drumline” be her hit, her determination not to be relegated to the cinematic cemetery so many promising “Blacktresses” get buried alive in.
Who knew the fresh-faced dancer would one day defy color and culture to reach audiences far beyond even Cannon’s grasp? Continue reading
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.” Perhaps the best example of the law will be on display tonight in Cali. Every yard, tackle, fumble, interception, Omaha and dab will trigger a corresponding series of events towards the final score. Talk about pressure. Continue reading
I cheated. Yep. I’ll admit it. Monday, Jan. 4 was the first of a 21-day fast limiting my diet to only things that come from the ground. No meat. No dairy. Nothing “pleasurable.” That first day, after ordering a very sad chopped salad from Subway, I raced home and grabbed a handful of cookies. Continue reading
Change doesn’t normally happen all at once. The stroke of midnight that marked 2016 didn’t magically change anyone’s carriage to pumpkin or heels to glass slippers. Change happens one decision, thought, word and action at a time. I’m excited to see what the woman in the mirror looks like this time next year. Continue reading
For the first time in a year, I rode the train last night. Clad in a short sweater dress, knee high boots and thigh high fishnet stockings, I should have known better. As soon as I crossed the platform to nab a ticket, a man approached. Hs words I don’t recall: I just remember the sense of my personal space being invaded. I summoned my toughest sass and asked him to back up. He complied and began to ramble about how he wanted to know my name so he could tattoo it on his neck. Continue reading