Wednesday, April 30, 2014

100 Days of Happy

I would like to think I am a happy person more often than not.  I think. Like anyone else I certainly have days that are darker than others, fits of anger and frustration.  But overall, I would like to think I am happy and I know the reasons why.  For the most part.  That is until I stumbled upon this idea floating around Facebook or some other social networking site I frequent.  The idea was to take the next 100 days in your life to find something that made you happy in that day, take a picture of that something, state the reason why that something made you happy and post it to Facebook or Instagram with the hashtag #becauseimhappy.  

Hmmm.  100 days?  Like 10 times 10 days?  In a row, no less?!?  Like damn near 4 months of finding something happy in my day, take a picture of that thing, explain it and post it on Facebook or Instagram?  After I got over the sheer number of days I actually felt inspired to try it.  And got brave enough to ask some women in a Facebook group I am in to join me. I fully expected folks wouldn't be interested at all and it would just be me and a few of my "Ride or Dies" but I was so wrong!  A good number of the women agreed to join me and we have been at this 100 Days of Happy thing since April 1st!


Go get you some!
The idea behind this amazing challenge is that in the day to day of life we miss all the small, wonderful, awe inspiring moments that can add to our happy. Because our lives are full and things happen way quicker than they ever have, it can be dizzying just making it from one moment to the next.  This breakneck speed pace we all participate in at one point or another actually decreases the time we make to appreciate the moment and the journey that is our lives.  The makers of this challenge suggest our ability to appreciate the moment in the environment we find ourselves in day to day is the bases for our ability to enjoy lifelong, longstanding happiness.  Makes sense to me! 

I am 30 days into completing this worthy challenge with some interesting women joining me on the journey.  Amongst all of us we have found happy in family, love, food, comforts of home, new experiences, self reflections, wonders of nature, fashion, hair, BIG moments and small moments.  And even still some of us have been challenged to find happy when our lives are a bit off center and goodness seems really far away.  No worries, though!  We consistently encourage one another when we get stuck and remind each other that:


Being happy…finding happy...is a conscious choice.

The BIG happy is the easiest to spot.  It's finding the subtle happy that takes real effort.

If we squint really hard we can see happy even when life has us pinned against the wall, tired and just one.  That's when we need to spot the happy the most!  When it is the hardest to find...

Simple happy can be the best happy.  It doesn't have to be complicated.  

When it's our task every day to find happy it can change our perspectives in a powerful way.  That can be life changing!

According to the folks that made this challenge, 71% of folks that attempted the 100 Days of Happy thus far failed to complete the challenge stating what?  They simply did not have time.  To be happy. To stop and acknowledge a little bit of happy in their hectic lives ever day for 100 days.  Really?!?  We can find ample time to get beyond pissed, to seethe with frustration, to wallow in sadness.  Well, I am going to prove these folks wrong and seek my happy for the next 70 days.  And you?  There are still a few hundred days left in 2014…you game?  Got get you some happy!  

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Thank You So Much!

I am always on the look out for just the right one and I know it when I see it.  I am never too anxious or in a rush to just grab any old one.  Oh, no!  This process takes time. I will look again and again and again until I have that, "Ooooo!  This is perfect!" moment. Then I sashay right on up to the cash register, gently place it down on the counter and wait for the store clerk to wrap it in some pretty tissue paper and hand it to me in a cute little bag.  Don't you love those cute little bags?  And off I go home to do a good thing and send someone the "Thank You!" note or card I took the time to find.  Using the good old United States Postal Service because those men and women have to eat, too!

The habit of writing and sending a, "Thank You!" card to someone seems all but long gone these days.  Just think about it.  When was the last time you opened your mailbox and pulled out such a card addressed to you and written expressly for you?  Not never. Well, maybe at some point but it's probably been a while.  Better yet, when is the last time you hand selected that special card or wrote a personal note for that special person that did that special thing for you that made you feel some type of way?  Not never. Well, maybe at some point but if you are like most of us that's probably been a while, too. Instead we seem to settle for a text to acknowledge someone being sweet to us.  We even allow our children to do the same!  Its quick, easy and seems to get the job done.  Or does it?

I am on a one woman campaign to revive the art of the "Thank You!" card or note.  I want to bring back the tradition of taking time out of our day to sit, gather our thoughts, put them down on paper and find a mailbox to send it miles away.  Tuck one in your child's lunch for being helpful at home.  Stash one in your lover's gym bag to tell them how much you appreciate them.  We women folk dig when men give us written expressions of their feelings AND sign their names to said written expressions instead of scribbling, "me."  You ain't slick, buddy!  Send one to your parents for making you who you are today.  Drop one in your girlfriend's mailbox for listening to you vent well into the night about one thing or another.  Leave one on your boss's desk for supporting your idea.  Share one with your staff for being valuable team members.  The possibilities are endless!  I know how my day is brightened when I open a handwritten note just for me and I am happy to give that same feeling to someone else.  It doesn't have to be a chore, either with a few simple steps to bring back the old school way of showing our appreciation:

1.  Get You Some "Thank You!" Cards:  no need to pay a lot of money at some fancy card store like, Papyrus (...although I love their cards & splurge every now & then…why aren't they on that RetailMeNot app, anyways?) when you can find the exact same thing at Marshall's, Ross, TJMaxx or even HomeGoods (my personal favorite!).  Keep a supply nearby to develop the habit of sending them and don't forget to purchase good old stamps when you buy groceries next time.

2.  Find A Writing Pen:  a good "Thank You!" card must be written using a nice writing utensil.  I mean, anything less would be uncivilized.  A pen that writes smooth and easy and is rich in color is perfect for the task.  Just make sure folks can read your handwriting.  I have been told many times that my delicate, swirly and fancy handwriting is too damn hard to read.  But it's so pretty...

3.  Express Yourself Sincerely:  people appreciate reading how you feel or think in your own handwriting.  A smile easily creeps across their face when they realize you took the time to put your thoughts to paper because they made you feel some type of way.  You don't have to write a novel, either so no worries there.  Short and simple does the trick nicely and if you are really brave a bit of sentimentality will feel good to the person you are sending the card to.  "It was a good thing you did for me!  Thank you for thinking of me.  I don't know what I would have done without you…" that kind of stuff.  A sentimental quote or even a bible verse is a nice way to end a note if you're feeling fancy.

4.  Send It & Forget About It:  it's just tacky to send someone a "Thank You!" card and then you sit at home counting the days until they call or text or email you saying what? "Thank you!"  Send it because you really want that person to know you dig how they added to your life and do not keep score.  That's petty and silly and defeats the purpose.  Who knows?  They may pay it forward and follow steps 1 through 3 and make someone else's day?

This act of appreciation does not have to be a thing of the past.  Sure, technology has made a lot of things easier and simpler and more convenient in our lives and that is not always a good thing.  Do something good today and send someone a "Thank You!" card.  Your mother, mommy, mama, auntie, big mama, granny, grandmother, nana or muh dear will be so proud of you!

Thursday, April 17, 2014

You And Me Are Always Unfinished Business...

"Scandalous Thursdays!"
"Hi!  My name is Faith Margaret and I watch Scandal."  I enjoy it.  Thoroughly…and will blog  right here about all new episodes on Thursday nights beginning next week.  Oh!  Your theories about what is happening next in this suspenseful show are welcomed along with my musings.


We molded!  The bomb in the church was a damn front to get us all amped for tonight’s show.  It worked.  Whatever, Shonda! 

So, everyone walked out of that bomb mess alive, including Sally Langston, the Vice President who comes out looking like a shero and a Christian patriot totally in control of the devastation around her.  I should have known she wouldn’t meet her maker in the bomb blast!  She’s too damn mean to die.  Does she remind anyone of Hillary Clinton?  Run, Hilary, Run! 

Mellie is on that stuff and a hot mess.  She keeps a drink in her hand and her palm on her forehead looking like a southern damsel in distress.  And of course it’s Olivia’s fault that things are falling apart so Mellie wants Olivia to give her all her coins back.  I will say it for you, Olivia; “Girl, bye!”

Daddy Pope is alive and talking!  Praise God Jesus Lord today!  *cue the shouting music on the organ*  It’s nice to see Daddy Pope and Olivia share a tender moment with him being her dad and not The Real Command.  Daddy Pope can help baby girl Olivia.  He can!  I believe it but not unless it helps him.  Wait for it…

Huck and Quinn banging it out in the office where Daddy Pope was stabbed?!?!  Really???  And the other gladiators walk right on in despite being grossed out and direct them to get themselves together and at least clean up The Real Command’s blood that they must have stepped over before they started “doing it.” 
U G H.  Of course angry man, Charlie is bitter
and ready to blackmail folks because he didn’t get the girl.  What’s in the envelope that Huck wants?  It’s his family, of course.  Quinn never knows what to do, does she?  She is always making a bad move.  Dang!  Why do we love Huck so much and he’s such a bad guy?  Probably because he looks so conflicted and helpless and vulnerable when he goes to his dark place and you just want to rock him in your bosom like Olivia did.

Once they believe the election is lost because of Sally’s good showing at the blown up church, Olivia and Fitz’s fairytale life can begin.  Jam.  Vermont.  Fireplace.  Fuzzy
white rug.  Lovemaking.  Marriage.  Two Babies.  Wait!  Olivia’s want to wear the white hat again makes her have to tell Fitz of Mellie’s secret (picking the white hat up & dusting it off) and pushes him back into Mellie’s arms.  “Reunited and it feels so good.  Reunited cuz we understood.  The breakup we had has made me lonesome and sad.  I realize I love you and I want you back, hey heyyyy.”  Here goes the forbidden love music again that followed the POTUS and Olivia around all season in the midst of their sordid love affair.  There she goes again cleaning up someone else’s mess.  “You is kind.  You is smart.  You is important.”  No jam.  No Vermont.  No babies.  No marriage.  No happily ever after.

I knew Mama Pope would be in that hospital room with Daddy Pope just taunting Olivia.  She’s like the Matrix or something popping up everydamnwhere!  The POTUS’ no longer brother son but actual son is murdered with a meningitis prick after Mama Pope’s failed bomb attempt.  “That man hurt you.  He uses you and he will throw you away when he’s done with you.  I just wanted to give you the chance to be free.  To be happy. “  Mama Pope basically said, “Who gone check me boo?” as she walked away leaving Olivia with her mouth wide open.  Wearing a white trench coat.  Election won behind the death of a child and America rallies around the first family sending them to victory.  And they still didn’t win the election fair and square.  Daddy Pope said he was not  going to harm a hair on the POTUS’ head but that ain’t got nothing to do with his son.  Indeed, the POTUS was going to eventually pay what he owed and The Real Command does not forgive old debts. 

So this is how it ends, huh?  Olivia barely has the white hat perched atop her perfectly weaved head and she is ready to take that plane ride Daddy Pope told her she would take so long ago.  “You’re getting on hat plane come hell or high water.  And to be clear I am the hell and high water. “ ‘Member that?  She is abandoning all her babies.  Leaving them all behind.  Poor Huck is just broken.  Abby is pissed.  Harrison is chasing ghosts.  Quinn is wringing her hands for screwing over Huck.  And Jake can’t believe it.  All because Olivia is the common denominator.  It’s her mother.
It’s her father.  It’s the man she loves.  All connected to her.  “I’m handling this.  I’m fixing this.  I have been over every option.  Every angle.  Now it’s time for me to stand in my truth.  It’s me.  I am the thing that needs to be fixed.  That needs to be handled.  I am the scandal.  And the best way to deal with the scandal is to shut it down.”  Message…

Very clever, Shonda.  Very clever!  If this is the actual FINALE to Scandal it was a good ending.  Olivia leaves with Jake.  The Real Command is back in power.  The Republic is safe.  B6-13 is back under the command of THE REAL COMMAND (cue the Mighty Temptations singing “Papa Was a Rolling Stone”).  Harrison gets a bullet to the dome after The Real Command throws in a young, gifted and black reference (wilding out in your personal life is something Shonda has very little tolerance for). The price of 4 more years in the White House is the death of his child because the POTUS took HIS child.  And dig Cyrus in the background whooping and hollering and celebrating because he got what he wanted.  Where the hell is that pretty brown baby he is Daddy to, anyways?  Mama Pope is revealed to actually be a rogue B6-13 and get’s thrown in the box.  Mellie is back being Mellie coaxing the POTUS up from the floor of the Oval Office, effectively interrupting his nervous breakdown at the realization of what really went down and pushing him back in front of the podium.  And he asks for Olivia.  Damn!!

Will Olivia and ‘nem be back next season?  Will Jake continue to beg Olivia to choose him?  Pick him?  Love him?  Will Huck be able to put away his sadomasochism for the every day life of a wife, a son, a house, a dog and a picket fence?  Will David Rosen ever be able to keep his white hat perched atop his head with the entire files of B6-13 at his disposal to catch the bad guys?  Yeah.  Right.  Will Quinn be found somewhere in a box after having turned Huck’s life upside down with revealing his family to him?  Silly girl.

And so we wait.  Cheers, Shonda Rhimes.  Cheers!

Side note:  A friend of mine (who shall forever go unmentioned) said Daddy Pope and Mama Pope  both have “bad muthaf!*$a” stitched on the inside of their wallets.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Get Yourself Together!

I am one of those people that has to get to the "why" of things.  I wouldn't be surprised if my first word as a baby was, "Why?" as I tottered around the living room putting everything within reach in my mouth.  That curiosity has stayed with me even to this day with all the questions swimming around in my mind most times.  Why did that happen?  Why did he say that?  Why did she do that?  Why am I feeling crappy?  Why are they acting that way?  Why?  Why?  Why?  Underneath it all I am just trying to get an understanding.  In my mind, if I know the WHY of something I can better accept what it is and basically get myself together.  No more guessing when that happens and when it's clear that means no excuses for me.

In my mid 20's that nagging to understand the "why" bubbled over for me.  I was struggling in a friendship with a dear girlfriend that I absolutely adored.  I was in awe of how brave she was in the world and there was something eerily familiar to me about her, you know?  Everything she said or did not say to me, did or did not do with me was such a BIG deal.  I found myself super sensitive when it came to her with me and that created this thick  tension between us.  And I could not understand why for the life of me!  Well, one day when she reached her boiling point with my super sensitive self and she looked me directly in my eyes and said, "Girl, you need to get you some therapy because I am NOT your mother!"  You must be thinking, "Uh.  No.  She.  Did.  Not!", which is exactly what I thought!  

In between the crocodile tears that were streaming down my face, I could not help but admit she was right.  A few days later I begrudgingly made my way to a therapist's office for the first time in my life.  I sat down anxious to begin and before I could utter a word I started to weep.  Like really really really weep.  I don't think I said much that first session except to admit out loud how sad I was and had been for a long time and that I was tired.  I was exhausted and spent from walking through life pretending I was fine knowing good and damn well I was not.  And yep, I was ready to understand why!
Sit for spell and chat...

Damn near 20 years later I am still engaged in therapy with an amazing clinician that has helped me get to my why.  Since I have chosen to invest in my mental health (and it is an investment 'cuz it ain't cheap, baby!) I have faced hard truths, revisited painful memories, surrendered control in certain areas, gained incredible insight, changed my story and got my "happy" back.  That 50 minutes of time I take out of my life twice a month has saved me from myself on more than one occasion.  Even when I think there is nothing to talk about because my life is in a much better place, once I sit in that comfy chair the words come and I leave feeling lighter, less stressed and ready for whatever awaits me.  

But I do wonder why more of us…black folks, specifically…do not invest in our mental health.  The day to day experiences of an average black person in this here country are enough to push any of us towards therapy.  And I am not even including the drama in our families and romantic lives.  And before you rattle off all the reasons why therapy ain't for you and anyone that goes is not praying hard enough (…uh, Jesus made therapists, too thank you very much!), dig a few reasons why therapy can improve the quality of our lives...in no particular order:  

Reason #1:  Therapy pulls down the veil on a resource many black folks elate to being weak.  The more of us that explore this resource the less stigmatized it is. 

Reason #2:  Therapy can extend our lives.  Literally.  It reduces stress which can contribute to lower blood pressure and less cardiac problems.

Reason #3:  Therapy helps grow personal insight and when you have insight you can't help but practice it regularly.  Before you know it all those ridiculous choices you've been making will decrease one by one and your behaviors will begin to change.  

Reason #4:  If you are a believer (which I absolutely am), therapy adds a 'lil something to what God is already doing in our lives.  God helps those that help themselves, right?  Go to therapy!

Reason #5:  Therapy bridges the communication gap between black men and black women.  If we could just talk to one another and hear one another...

Reason #6:  Therapy fosters a skill set that is transferable in various aspects of our lives from work to friendships to school to love affairs to parenting and marriage!

Reason #7:  Therapy helps us see patterns and pathology in our backgrounds that can help us avoid repeating what has kept our families bound generation after generation.

Reason #8:  Therapy forces us to call a thing a thing.  There's liberation in that!

Reason #9:  Therapy gives our friends and family a respite from our drama and sad sob stories.  Bless their hearts!

Reason #10:  Women dig cats that are in touch with their emotions and know how to communicate.  A little time in the chair might could probably maybe will get you plenty of action, fellas!

We have nothing to lose and everything to gain by opening our minds (and wallets) to some time in the chair.  When we have a physical ailment we go to the doctor to see just what is the matter, yes?  Why not extend that attention to our mental health?  Therapy saved me from myself and I highly recommend it!  Could you benefit from some time in the chair?  #sheisdoingherwork  #gettingoutofmyownway  #holdingtighttomyhappy  #youcanttellmenothin

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Scandal Is Da BOMB!

"Scandalous Thursdays!"
"Hi!  My name is Faith Margaret and I watch Scandal."  I enjoy it.  Thoroughly…and will blog  right here about all new episodes on Thursday nights beginning next week.  Oh!  Your theories about what is happening next in this suspenseful show are welcomed along with my musings.

Who.  The.  Hell.  Is.  In.  Charge.  Here?!?  The POTUS is now in the room at Olivia Pope & Associates (aka OPA) to talk about the dismantle of B6-13 and Olivia says,   “I made a call!” when confronted about the current state of affairs.  Uhhh, excuse me Olivia.  You are w a y out of line, sugar pie.  She is running the damn country right in front of the President of the United States and he is compliant.  And there goes Jake calling Olivia a “ho” in front of her other lover.  Hot.  Damn.  Mess.  Who the hell is running the damn country?

Just when I was wondering where the awesome soundtrack was to Scandal enter the Godfather of Soul, ladies and gentleman…Jaaaaaaaames Brown!  ”I got it!  Watch me.  I got it!  I got soul.  I’m super bad!”  The Real Command is back!  Imagine me dancing around in circles like Muhammad Ali did in his prime.  *whistles & rounds of applause*  Now Daddy Pope is a Gladiator but you can’t help but wonder if he is for real or has some crazy hidden agenda.  With everyone plotting to find Mama Pope and her gang of misfit terrorists we are in for a ride!

Dominique ruined The Real Command’s life and he is going to get his vengeance for that man stealing his woman.  The Real Command feels more betrayed by Dominque than Mama Pope.  Click.  Click.  Click.  Click.  POW!  Mama Pope only loved Dominique but like any terrorist worth his/her salt she turned her back on him to further her mission.  Damn!  How do you negotiate with someone like that?!?  You can’t.  Instead you have to outsmart them or feel nothing like that kind of person does.  Plain & simple.

Awww, Lawd!!!
Now you know damn well The Real Command is not going to work with Fake Command, especially after their last encounter when Fake Command tried to clown.  Does anybody like Jake?  Not her Daddy.  Not her lover.  Who likes this cat?!?  The POTUS and Cyrus agree they need The Real Command at the table and that means somebody has to go & it’s you, Jake!  Again?!?  Again?!?  Between he and David Rosen I am not sure who is the biggest loser!  “You think he’s your dad. But that’s just a mask he’s wearing.  Once his mask comes off…run.”  How do you figure out if you should trust your Daddy or not?  Of course, Fake Command couldn’t let David get away without paying what he owes for keeping his life, now could he?


That damn Sally just doesn’t go away & now she is going to have some random chick sleep with the POTUS’ son and collect his sperm to blow up the spot?!?  Just nasty!  Big Jerry is that baby’s daddy and that DNA test is going to tell it all!  Now Mellie has to confess to Olivia what has happened. The last person she wants to confide in and share her nasty little secret.  Oh, but she can’t handle it and mumbles the truth without an explanation.  “It is my turn!” So all of this is Mellie’s attempt to make the POTUS burn for how she believes he has treated her all along.   That will teach Fitz to take everything from her.  Hmph!  For now that secret is safe with Olivia.  Not only does the POTUS have to worry about outside threats, he is literally sleeping with the enemy.

Smart mouth Mellie is feeling herself after slapping the s!it out of the POTUS in front of everyone, including that sistah girl that was shocked and appalled in the last episode (rewind & see what I am talking about).  That’s right, Mellie!  Stand by your man, girl!  I think she’s on that sauce, though... 

Mama Pope ain’t scared of anyone, including what seems to be a Russian terrorist (interesting connection considering current international affairs, which I most certainly am making no criticism of, dear old USA).  In the middle of his soliloquy about nation building USA, she gives him the side eye and says,  “Yeah, yeah we got it!”  She ain’t neva scared!

Huck saves the damn day and plops that Dominique on the floor of OPA like a doggy bringing a treat to its master.  Powerful visual.  And did you see Command smiling? “Good boy!”  His boy, Huck is on the case!  The B6-13 operative he made and created and shaped and molded and trained to do exactly as he is commanded to do.  Shut up, Quinn!  Bragging talkin’ bout she’s worked for both Olivia Pope & Associates and B6-13.  Ugh!  *side eye*  Girl, bye!  And you find Huck and Charlie bickering like two school girl chicks over the jump rope at recess.  Is anyone else grossed out when Quinn and Huck make out?!?  I mean, all that slapping each other and spitting on each other and ripping clothes off and being laid out over cars and frantically with great abandon kissing passionately and…  Well, that’s enough of that.  *fanning myself*

Jake wants to believe Olivia truly has true feelings for him and was not using him to get the information she needed.  It’s possible.  A little teeny tiny bit.  But those feelings are nothing compared to what she feels for Fitz.  Side note:  Fellas, you never ever ever e v e r want to be the Rebound Guy.  That cat never wins in the end and the next woman that meets the cat that was the Rebound Guy for the other woman will suffer.  Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That! So, do us all a favor and avoid being the Rebound Guy.  I digress.  Loyalty will make you do some things.  Or not.  And if nothing else, Olivia is loyal.  But that Jake is no quitter.  Keep watch for him.

Awww, Lawd!  Harrison is gonna die.  Harrison is gonna die.  Harrison is gonna die!

Awww, Lawd Jesus!  Not The Real Command dying on the floor!   The Real Command CAN NOT die.  You listening, Shonda girl?!?  I'm not ready.  This is too much! 

Cyrus is going to send Sally Langston to the funeral knowing the bomb is there.  Re-election secured.  Damn!  In the end it looks like Cyrus is still protecting The Republic.

Debbie Allen did that tonight, right?!?  Yaaaasssssss!  Next week’s episode is live.  Who’s hosting the viewing party?  I will bring the red wine cuz we are gonna need it! 


“Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes they don’t tell the truth.  Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof!  The truth is in the eyes and the eyes don’t lie.  Amen!”

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Cooley High Is On!

The other night I was settling in after a long day at work and as I surfed through the channels I happened upon a new episode of Unsung Hollywood featuring Cooley High.  Cooley High!  You remember Cooley High, right?!?  Who doesn't remember Cooley High?!? Ooooh, if you don't please do not raise your hand or say, "I don't!" because that's just bad.  One word:  Netflix!  Anyways.  Man...I absolutely, positively, without a doubt love this movie!  Back in 1975, it was one of the first coming of age stories about people that looked like me living a very similar experience.  I even remember memorizing certain lines from the movie, "If I ain't going, ain't nobody going." "Aw, man I thought this was gonna be fun.  You can't get nothing in here but a heat rash!"  Dig what I learned the other day about Cooley High...


"You coulda been the greatest man…coulda been."
Cooley High was written by Eric Monte, a young black male that left Chicago for Los Angeles to pursue his dream of being a writer.  Shot in and around Cabrini Green Housing Projects in Chicago in only 6 weeks and using actual residents of the projects, Cooley High was a coming of age saga about the black experience of many young folks growing up in the hood.  Remember the gangster cats, Stone and Robert that were always chasing Cochise and 'nem around?  Those cats were actually gangsters the directors found in a community casting call and they executed their roles perfectly!  Cooley High was so familiar to anyone that grew up in an urban area in the 70's.  Girls being chased by boys.  Boys clowning in class.  Boys trying their best to talk girls out of their panties.  Those same girls losing their virginity to those fast, slick talking boys.  Families struggling to provide a better life for their kids.  Kids cutting class to hang in the streets. Kids living for today as if there was no tomorrow.  And senseless violence just…because.  Sounds like what's happening today, right?  

Directed by Michael Schultz, an African American director Cooley High offered an all black ensemble different that the black exploitation films that were popular in the 1970's.   Copied a bit after the movie, American Graffiti to attract audiences Cooley High earned $13 million dollars at the box office and it only cost $700,000 to make the film.  The two main characters, Preach, played by Glenn Turman who was 27 years old playing a 16 year old character and fine, fine, fine Cochise, played by Lawrence Hilton-Jacobs, count their roles in Cooley High as some of their favorites.  We can't forget sweet Pooter and that scene at the zoo when the gorilla threw s&!t on him, which was actually real!  Motown scored the film and that made the house party, doo wopping, making out and funeral scenes some of the best of the movie.  Rog, Rerun, Dwayne and Dee from "What's Happening" can thank Eric Monte for inspiring his creation of the show that launched their careers.    

Some of the cast struggled after Cooley High including one that was murdered, another slipped away into obscurity and the film's writer struggled with a drug addiction that found him homeless and sleeping in a park.  Some years later, Eric Monte managed to gather the rest of his life and is now living the rest of his life clean and sober.  Michael Shultz went on to direct Car Wash ("You gotta believe sumthin'!  Why not believe in me?!?"), another one of my favorite movies.  Garrett Morris became an accomplished comedian starring on Saturday Night Live.  Lawrence Hilton-Jacobs went on to star in "Welcome Back Kotter" and enjoys writing and directing.  Glenn Turman has well over 100 acting and directing credits under his belt and is a real, 'sho 'nuff black cowboy having ridden in several rodeos and owns and operates his own ranch.  

Movies like Cooley High remind us that despite where we may come from, we can go on to do great things.  They remind us that any kind of achievement begins with someone believing they can be something other than what they see all around them.  They remind us of the value of having true friendships and cherishing them for the gift they are.  This skinny, determined black boy from Cabrini Green dreamt of entertaining people with his written word and I am so glad he did.  His passion encouraged me just when I thought something was terribly wrong with my life.  So!  Do yourself a favor this weekend or the next weekend or the next weekend and sit through a viewing of good old, Coolie High.  Pop some popcorn the old school way on top of the stove with a pot and lid.  Grab a blanket and pillow and munch on your popcorn watching Cochise and 'nem trip through Cabrini Green and their teenage existence at Cooley High.  


"We were friends a long time ago, laughin, rappin, chasin girls,obeying no laws except the one of caring.  Basketball days and high nights.  No tomorrows.  Unable to remember yesterday.  We live for today." 
 ~Preach