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Breaking Up Is Hard To Do … Or Is It?


Dear You,
That was not an awkward pause, but indeed, a hard stop. Please govern yourself accordingly.
Over it,
— — —- —- —–
Dear you,
I wanted to apologize for lying. You were right, it wasn’t me. It was you.
—- —– —— —-
So, I was thinking, wouldn’t it be awesome if we were no longer together?
—- —- —- —- —-
Dear you,
As it turns out, I was just drunk. Not in love.
—- —- —- —- —-
Dear you,
Maybe this Valentines Day we could try something different. Perhaps I could spend it with someone I like and you can do, well, whatever.
—- —- —- —- —-
Oh my gooosshh! I love that movie! Me and Derek saw it last weekend! … Huh?
Who’s Derek? Well, about that ….

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and

Photo: xomeblog

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Every Time


If every time was like the first time, would it be bitter or sweet? Would it lift you up or knock you down to your knees?

If every time was like the first time, would it be as a dream come true or a nightmare from which you beg to wake?

If every time was like the first time, would it be the beauty or the beast. Would you brag about it to any who would listen or just the very least?

If every time was like the first time would you rush in headlong? Would you hesitate for a moment? Wait for the next song?

If every time was like the first time, would you change it? Perhaps a better story to tell? Make it seem as though it was much more?

But if every time was like the first time, then you might miss the fullness of this time and the next time would likely be the last time.

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and

Photo: Pew Internet

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Where I’m From


I come from a long line of beautiful women. Although it is true that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, my eyes have seen these women and know that they are the epitome.

Some of these women I know, others of them I have never met outside of my imagination or in the pages of a book or  magazine. With rich hues and spirits the color of the setting sun – I am entranced by each one.

I come from a long line of beautiful women who live the words that “life and death are in the power of the tongue”. From distant places they come to me whenever I am in need; I don’t even have to ask or plead. If I am feeling lonely , I feel their warmth, their love.

When I am going astray I hear their words of redirection and I can only reflect on the fact that I am glad someone prayed for me.

My mind, my body, my soul, are wrapped in the comfort of these beautiful women. I come from a long line of beautiful women but I realize that I must stay on the journey that makes me a part of their legacy – their empire …

… a beautiful woman.

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and

Photo: Jackie Parvati “Bembe Do Mercado”

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I pushed on the door absentmindedly
I was walking out
He was walking in

Looking down I didn’t notice him until I was upon him
His battle suit was freshly pressed ready for the wars of the day

I looked up
Our eyes met
I smiled
He smiled on his lips and his eyes
I said “Good morning”
He said “hey”

I was walking out
He was walking in

I wonder if he thought of me today

I wonder when he realized that I wasn’t who he thought I was

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and

Stock photo

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You’re It


I found you.
You found me.
Of course we promised for ever.

I found you.
You found me.
Of course we promised our love.

I found you.
You found me.
Our words hung in the air like birds gliding.

I found you.
You found me.
We made music.
We danced.

I found you.
You found me.
The bliss was unlike any other.
We wondered if it could possibly be.

I found you.
You found me.
But not in the the same space.
But not at the same time.

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What’s Past Is Prologue


“What’s past is prologue”, Shakespeare penned these words in “The Tempest” and what an amazingly complex simplicity.

{And before I travel too far down this thought, no, I have not read nor seen the play. But I love these words. So surely that counts almost as much don’t you think? Yes? I knew you would.}

How often when reading a book do you skip the prologue and jump directly to chapter one? For me, until quite recently, it was all the time. Then I picked up a book and did something unusual for me and I read the prologue. When I finished the book I knew I would never have reached the resolution the author designed had I not read that prologue.

So what, right?

Isn’t it so true that in life we are allowed quickie views into the future if only we are present now? If we would take a moment and really consider the things that are happening around us and to us? But we’re so busy getting to the next place or making the next decision that we simply miss those small cues that could make the biggest differences.

And of course not every past action is an indicator of our life story will ultimately unfold. But every lesson we can learn from our before could help us get to a better, more fulfilling after.

“What’s past is prologue” …. How will your story unfold?

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How To Start Your Day .. In A Slump


1. Go to bed ridiculously early the night before

2. While having a midnight sip of water, spill it in your bed

3. Go back to sleep trying to avoid the wet spot

4. Turn the alarm off AND “accidentally” throw the phone on the floor

5. Oversleep

6. Lose all fashion sense and become unable to create an outfit for the day

7. Once an outfit is selected, ironed and on your body …. find an unhide-able stain

8. Regroup, go forth, can’t find keys – can’t find glasses – can’t find swipe card – you know, the usual

9. Off you go, out to conquer the world!!!

And oh, it’s Monday for your child too sooooo you might want to wake him up and get him ready because he has places to be too 😉

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There Is No More Room For Broken Things


What is it about our nature that causes us to hold on to things long after they have outlived their usefulness? We become almost obsessed with keeping things around even when they are if no benefit. It’s almost as though we fear becoming “less” when we let go of things.

And you know I’m not making that up – I mean there are unscripted/”reality” shows all about our inability to simply clean up and get rid of things. And I am NOT making light of those who are truly incapacitated by separation, I’m talking about the rest of us.

We fill our closets with gadgets that don’t work, our garages with furniture that can’t be used, our minds with thoughts that don’t lift us higher and yes, with people who don’t push us forward. And most commonly with people/things that hold us back.

And the way that life happens it’s as if the more we attempt to be completely convicted by our decision to get rid of stuff/people they become like X-Men! And not just any of the X-Men, nooo, like Mystique – really one the baddest of them all! They take on a quality of superhuman proportion many times more determined to STAY than we are to LET GO.

Are we afraid of failure or loneliness? Do we think people will view us strangely if clean out our closets/FB lists/contact lists/minds? Are we afraid of finding out what we’re really made of?

Of course I don’t have the answer {because that’s not what I do here} but I do know that I have no more room for broken things.

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Note To Self


“Note to self {NTS}” I find that I use that notion a lot. Typically when I am drifting out of focus and making something about me that really isn’t.

For instance sitting in a meeting discussing {again} the logistics of some project or idea. The speaker may something about “thinking outside the box” – which as everybody knows is the universal trigger to mentally check out because you’ve been collectively getting out of this box for many months now. But I digress.

So that happens and I make a NTS about buying new shoe boxes. But the notes are rarely anything encouraging, inspiring or uplifting – just more crap to do.

So I was thinking why not a beautiful NTS {lord knows i might be waiting forever on somebody else to write it but i’ll save that lil bit for another time}. Anyway, what would I write to myself as a beautiful love letter, an inspired Note To Self?

Here goes:
Dear Tamika, your ability to allow people the space to be themselves truly astounds. You provide comfort simply by being present. Your thoughts make me wander and wonder. You make me want to take my time to get to know you better, stretching our moments into hours, our hours into days, our days into a lifetime.
PS those candied pecans and red velvet cookies you make are everything! i would be ok getting fat with you

So that’s mine. What’s your inspired Note To Self?