Vixen Chronicles

Got this is an email, thought I would share... There is one Christmas Carol that has always baffled me. What in the world do leaping lords, French hens, swimming swans, and especially the partridge who won't come out of the pear tree have to do with Christmas? This week, I found out. From 1558 until 1829, Roman Catholics in England were not permitted to practice their faith openly. Someone during that era wrote this carol as a catechism song for young Catholics. It has two levels of meaning: the surface meaning plus a hidden meaning known only to members of their church. Each element in the carol has a code word for a religious reality which the children could remember. -The partridge in a pear tree was Jesus Christ. -Two turtle doves were the Old and New Testaments. -Three French hens stood for faith, hope and love. -The four calling birds were the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke & John. -The five golden rings recalled the Torah or Law, the first five books of the Old Tes

Came across this article on Salon.com and loved it. Sadly, it seems so true! http://dir.salon.com/story/books/feature/2004/03/22/midlist/print.html

n a moment of frustration Virginia wrote an open letter to Oprah, and shared it with a few writer friends who are going through the same thing we are. Now the letter is starting to go viral--getting a lot of repostings and inclusions in blogs, newsletters and on Facebook, so we decided we should share it with you, the readers who have supported us all these years. We are thankful for you and we wish you a joyful Thanksgiving!   V&D       Dear Oprah: We don't sing karaoke or dance with the stars, we have been contributing to the cultural landscape long before Jon & Kate, Britney,Rhianna and Chris or Stephanie Meyer and most of America, including you have probably never even heard of us. We have railed against Kanye's proud pronouncement upon the publication of his 52 page book: Thank You and You're Welcome, that "I am not a fan of books. I would never want a book's autograph." Huh? We are writers and we are in trouble. Big trouble. I would never have im

I haven’t blogged in awhile. Truthfully, I haven’t been feeling it at all. I do know many of you have been keeping up with me on Facebook and Twitter. I celebrated my birthday this past weekend. (Let’s just say it was an anniversary of thirty five). I’ve had a great year that has been full of lots of life changes. Since last October, I’ve done a lot of great traveling to a lot of great places, and yes, I have looked for shoes in all of them. I also made some personal changes that have left me loads happier and looking forward to great future. I completed a TV Pilot, and although I have not sold it, it has won a few awards. Most recently, it won Best TV Pilot at the Urban Media Makers Film Festival In Atlanta ON MY BIRTHDAY. Yaay! It was a great event, and they even had a runway, so you know I had to strut my stuff on it! Seriously, Cheryle Reynolds put on a fantastic event and I was honored to be in such great company. If you want to see the sizzle of the film, see it here, h

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I have gotten several emails asking when I was going to blog again. Yes, I am fine. I have been taking some time for myself, to do some much needed reorganization of both my life and my business. That being said, good things are coming. I have two projects that I am working very heavily on. First, I’m working on an anthology---Stay tuned for the submission information. The second one I am very excited about. I’ve been stewing the idea of some film shorts for awhile, based on the characters from Just Short of Crazy. I wrote them awhile ago and stuck them in a drawer. After moving to Cali I pulled them out and it looks like they are coming to life in a very special way. I got the greenlight just a week or so ago, and before I knew it I was in pre-production and casting meetings. I know you want to know who is going to be in it, BUT I can’t tell you yet! Stay tuned for that info---

You all know that I have been working on a TV Pilot. Here's a snippet. Nina

One might have thought that I was just lazing by the pool yesterday in Waikoloa, but I wasn’t. I was studying. I find that I can learn something from almost every situation. I tried to sit there and just do nothing, but before long, I found that I was being schooled. This is a family resort, so no surprise that the early morning pool-goers were families; mothers and fathers with kids in tow, many with a severe case of jet-lag, just like me. People who’d gotten up at 4:30 AM or earlier, whose kids couldn’t wait to get out into the surf or any kind of water. The MO was almost always the same. The moms lurked around the edge of the pool, with the kids begging for them to hurry up and get into the water. Usually, Kids would jump right in while the moms watched and slowly edged toward the pool. Some moms might have come to the edge of the pool and let the kids get on the first or second step, threatening to snatch the pool privileges if they went to far too fast. If Dads were presen

This past weekend, I had the privilege of attending a luncheon honoring young black men. Usually, the luncheons are all the same. You arrive, have about a half an hour of hobnobbing with people that you see at all the other luncheons, someone rings a chime, the doors open and you new file into a ballroom and find your seat. Generally, you sit with people you know, because you have bought the table yourself or been invited by one of your friends who did . You kiss everyone on the cheek all around the table and comment on each others clothing. Usually, there’s a salad in front of you already waiting, and sometimes the dessert, too. The table is usually too crowded, and you sit around and wonder quietly which napkin is yours and hope you choose the right fork. Finally, some with courage will be the first one to dig in. They grab a napkin and everyone follows suit. Fortunately for me, I had my big one with me, and she informed us that the right way to go was to wait for the oldes

I didn’t know what to expect at all. This was my first time on the African continent, and I was standing face to face with some of my American prejudices. I’d just gotten off the plane and was making my way to immigration in Casablanca, my steps slowing the closer I got. All the way down the maze of hallways, a man had been shouting at the top of his lungs. Shouting, and I couldn’t understand. I glanced at him casually, masking my annoyance and his long, black beard stabbed at me. He continued yelling in Arabic. Part of me was bathed in relief, the kind you feel when something embarrassing is happening around you and you’re glad that the person committing the deed isn’t black. The other part, the part that has been bombarded with orange alerts and strip searches, cringed and tried to distance itself from the man and his unintelligible rant. We ended up in the immigration lines next to each other. His yelling kept getting louder as we neared the desks, despite his friends tryi

I didn’t get to go to the Inauguration, but a lot of my family members did. My sister sent me her thoughts and I feel honored to share them here. The opening line to A Lesson Before Dying is “I wasn’t there, but I was there.” That sums up how I feel... Enjoy. I just wanted to take a moment to send a few notes about my incredible experience yesterday in Washington, D.C.  Robert, Brandie and I, along with some of my NYC relatives got together for a once in a lifetime experience.   We decided to go with a friend who sponsored a bus outing from Baltimore since private cars were not going to be allowed in D.C.  Getting eight people up, dressed and ready to meet a bus at 4:00 AM was easier than I thought since we were all very excited and were eagerly awaiting this event.  Thankfully, the temperature in Baltimore rose to a high of 28 degrees to start out with and stayed around 38 degrees throughout the day.   Yes, it was really cold!  We arrived at RFC stadium where only charter buses wer

I read an interesting tidbit about the Real Housewives of Atlanta. First, let’s just say I’m not really a fan. I caught a few snippets and although I have to admit that I was riveted, I refused to return. I was sort of put off by their shenanigans. I mean, are these people real? I know they weren’t figments of my imagination, but I didn’t feel they were an honest (or respectable) portrayal of black “housewives”. I can say that because I know a lot of people who would fall into that category. Really, this was an excellent illustration of the fact that class and money (or style and money) are not the same things. But hey, I wasn’t mad at them for scoring a slice of somebody’s black on TV, even if they did look like buffoon’s when all the editing was done. I realize that not everyone shares my opinion, and that the editor’s knife can be wicked. The tidbit said that Deshawn Snow would not be returning to the show for another season. Why not? She’s too normal. The quote I read sai