¢ for my Nick, who loves me and our children to the marrow, even when we get to trippin'. This doesn't happen often. But oh, when it does let's just say he's a trooper.
¢ for my Mari's intelligence, tenacity, sensitivity, and focus. She's more responsible at 10 than I was at 30. This comes in handy. Real handy.
¢ for my Lila's free spirit, sense of humor, and.off-the-wall antics. She's scary smart, but more than willing to be the practical joker. This works for me most days.
¢ for Mazi, who's huge bear hug on the field after the last game of his football team's playoff season told me that we're cool like that. I thank God for him and his beautiful mind.
¢ for my parents and my brother, Troy, who gave me life and triple dog dared me to take advantage of and use it to its fullest.
¢ for our dog, Teddy, especially when he rolls over on his back belly up. Perfect for rubbing. He's such a dirty little blonde
¢ for my Nikon D-50, snagged fresh from a financially desperate er, strapped college student off of Craig's List. Her loss. Truly my gain, especially with the awesome tips I've picked up along the way from I Heart Faces.
¢ for my BFF Angelou's shoulder (perfect for crying, complaining, and dreaming) and her ridiculous purse and shoe game (always ripe for borrowing).
¢ for my nephews Miles and Cole's smiles, sense of humor, and perfectly delicious hugs. They're all boy, but they don't have a problem giving auntie the love she craves.
¢ for my brother-in-law James, a no-holds-barred brother who takes great pleasure in making me think and even great pleasure in bonding with the hubs in a way I wish more black men did with one another.
¢ for My Ambassador of No, Gretchen, who is Chris Rock funny, super sensible, awesomely helpful and unabashedly able to suggest on many occasions that it's okay to turn down ridiculous requests every once in a while, like watching the neighbor's 11 animals for almost two weeks. (I didn't listen. Next time, I will.)
¢ for my new Gap skinny jeans. Seriously. I could fit all of this into skinny jeans. Thank God for stretch material. Thank God The Gap is using it.
¢ for my co-authors Steve Harvey, Nene Leakes, Mitzi Miller, Holly Robinson Peete, and Angela Burt-Murray all of whom have helped keep money in a sistah’s pocket.
¢ for my MacBook, Blackberry Curve, iTouch and portable Bose speaker, Wi-Fi, DVR, Law & Order SVU, gummy bears, and Double Bubble Bubble Gum. Seriously, wouldn't nan word get written if it weren't for these nine things. Not nan word.
¢ for the March of Dimes, a terrific organization that helps keep the most vulnerable among us healthy, comfortable and loved, and Dove.com, for its commitment to uplifting the self-esteem of our little girls (and their moms, too!), and Parenting, for giving me a forum to say what I want to say exactly how I want to say it.
¢ for Stevie Wonder and Donny Hathaway and Maxwell and Angie Stone and Ledisi and all the other soul artists who constantly remind that good music is possible and necessary, and The Dream, Soulja Boy, and for reminding me why I have an iPod and pointer fingers perfect for turning off black radio and punching up music I can actually, like, listen to in front of my babies.
¢ for Nick's kick-ass ribs, and home made fruit smoothies. One word: Addictive
¢ for my bloggy friends too numerous to count.
¢ for MyBrownBaby, which has opened doors and inspired me in ways I never imagined.
¢ and for Him, who wraps me in His mercy and grace, even when I falter.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. Here's to hoping you have much to be grateful for