It’s impossible to say for certain why the modern world’s concept of immaturity has changed, but I suspect it’s likely closely related to society’s obsession with holding on to youth.  After all, entire industries are dedicated exclusively to catering to our desire to stay young, what with the popularity of cosmetic surgeries, anti-aging serums, botox, etc.  Perhaps this new popularity of the “immature” lifestyle is yet another manifestation of this desire.

 I've never really cared for the holidays.  Once I outgrew the excitement about the glut of stuff under the tree on Christmas morning, I just kind of lost interest.  There are a zillion reasons I could give for not caring for this time of year, weather and light (or lack thereof) chief among them.  I'm not a winter person, and I realize that's the very reason we do all this in the winter--to cheer us up about it all--but for me, it has an opposite effect.

Will you be spending Thanksgiving with friends who tell great stories, a relative who has wonderful tales from "back in the day," or just someone special whose life you'd like to celebrate? Why not record their story in honor of StoryCorps' National Day of Listening the day after Thanksgiving (November 27th).

I haven’t posted in a while. I have been incredibly busy with work and school and family-but that is not the topic of this post. I recently made a tough decision. I have decided to go a different direction in my educational career, a choice that will ultimately change my entire life.

To be a Womanist, means that I don’t get to sidestep the dog doo in the middle of the sidewalk. Today’s big steamy pile is a word. The B-word. A word every bit as ugly, devastating, and horrid as the N-word. The word bitch and nigger joust for first place in my mind in terms of the amount of damage they do. Neither one wins. They both tear at my soul. I’ve learned to cope with the racial slur in ways that allow me to breath. Bitch…not so much.  Let’s begin with the etymology of the word: