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We were standing in line at Chipotle when we saw him. One of those over-the-top Kanye West kind of guys when it comes to fashion.
I keep imagining that one episode of “Friends.” The one where Rachel tries to make dessert, but two pages of her cookbook stick together, resulting in an English trifle shepherd’s pie combo — the beef custard thing. Lord, please don’t let that be me.
“Precious” is no “Little Miss Sunshine.” It’s not the little film that makes your heart dance. If it’s anything like the book, it will grab your heart and squeeze, harder and harder and harder.
To buy a gift or not? It’s a recurring question every birthday, baby shower and special occasion. And here we are in the thick of holiday gift guides. I’m known for being big on presents, but as time goes on and responsibility sets in, I’m pulling back.
President Barack Obama has declared the H1N1 outbreak a national emergency. Even pets are getting it. ’ve already become a hand-washing freak. Now I have to worry about my dog’s paws, too? This is getting crazy.
Two years ago, Tyra Banks was in the middle of a great weight debate. After some bathing suit pics leaked, tabloids called the retired supermodel turned talk show host “America’s Next Top Waddle.”
She was leaving a high school homecoming dance. It should have been a night that ended with happy memories and silly pictures to be posted on her Facebook page the next day.
The wait is over. After months and months of speculation, Rihanna broke her silence and spoke about the devastating domestic violence that went on between her and fellow pop star Chris Brown. For almost a year, people have been waiting to hear her recount the horrifying details of that night. But to me, it’s not about how it happened. It’s the fact that she is standing strong and encouraging other victims to do the same that is inspiring.
The King of Pop is dead. We get it. Since his tragic passing on June 25, fans worldwide have gone to extreme measures to pay homage to Michael Jackson — buying up T-shirts, costumes and albums and playing YouTube videos on repeat. I can’t exclude myself from the frenzy. But this is it. For real.
It was Fourth of July weekend. She was 26 weeks pregnant and newly married. To say she was happy would be an understatement. But on a road trip to the Ozarks, Heather Cross didn’t feel right. The baby hadn’t been kicking. She was worried. Her doctor recommended drinking a soda to stimulate some movement. Instead, she got cramps.
Paranormal activity? Forget about it. All that’s haunting me this Halloween is a pair of yellow rain boots.
The last time I saw her, she was running down the street, barefoot and in her pajamas. Her boyfriend drove alongside her. They were arguing. That was a long time ago. I wish I could say it was the first time I had seen the fighting, but it wasn’t.
His main concern was the children. That’s what Keith Bardwell, the Louisiana justice of the peace who refused to marry an interracial couple, had to say for himself.
Before I met her, my life was all about me. Beyond a few bills, I didn’t have much responsibility. And then there was the unexpected housewarming gift. A boxer named Charli Brown. With her pig snout, heartbreaking brown eyes and perfect frown, how could I resist her? I hadn’t even unpacked my posh downtown apartment when the 8-week old puppy came into my life and turned things upside down.
True, black-on-black violence is a big problem. But we’re all kidding ourselves if we don’t look beyond race and see that teens of all colors and walks of life are becoming desensitized to violence.
Barbie is known for wearing many hats, being a world traveler even. But when it comes to ethnicity, she doesn’t go far. Often, she’s just painted a darker color and given a new outfit. It’s not easy finding diversity in the doll aisle.
Shelle Lewis doesn’t get nervous when the phone rings anymore. Her stomach is no longer in knots, her anxiety at ease. But it has been a long journey for the Overland Park mother: It started nine years ago, when her son, David, was born. Premature by 10 weeks, he spent his first four months in the hospital battling to live. Her son was naturally energetic and strong-willed. Shelle, who has an older daughter, now 21, chalked it up to necessary survival skills.
David Letterman’s confessed affairs with staff members have his image in question. Jon Gosselin is bad guy numero uno thanks to his tacky indiscretions. And who can forget South Carolina’s randy, adulterous governor, Mark Sanford, who is being urged to resign. I don’t feel sorry for any of them. One could say you reap what you sow. But I would like to know why it is that cheating women are all sunflowers and happy days when they participate in two-timing relationships?
Hair. It’s an issue for all women. But black women have a long history of hair-raising issues to comb through. At the root of things is the tired “good hair” adage.
Kim Riley is a book lover. Maya Angelou. Terry McMillan. Pearl Cleage. Those are just a few of her favorite authors. And she doesn’t just like to read. She likes to meet the authors, talk about the books and get to know other fans. She has traveled all over the country to book expos, and one thing she has noticed is the lack of attention Kansas City gets from the major black authors.
