Why I posed proudly in a bikini
I wore a bikini and was photographed in it. I know for some of you that’s not a big thing. But before this trip, there existed in the world only one photo of me in a bikini. It was taken when I was 24 years old. My girlfriend grabbed the blanket I was hiding in and snapped a photo. This time in the Dominican Republic, I posed proudly.
Cellulite, love handles and all.
I danced like no one was watching
Finally, for the first time in 10 years, I went salsa dancing. I was invited by Pastor Mia Wright of Fountain of Praise church and brought a few friends from work. I had a blast. I sweated, laughed and danced like no one was watching.
Looking forward to the Super Bowl
I've been selected to be on the media committee for the Houston Super Bowl Host Committee, which is the organization in charge of the Super Bowl in Houston in2017. Not sure what it means, but it sounds pretty cool. Last time the Super Bowl was in Houston, I was covering it for People magazine. Let's just say, Janet Jackson's nipple-gate kept me very busy.
Writing that touches my soul
Photo: Houston Chronicle
I wanted to write more articles that touched my heart. Not that there’s anything wrong with writing about fall fashion trends, the latest beauty products or fitness workouts. But I needed more stories that connected with my spirit.
I recently wrote about a young woman with a white father and black mother who was adopted as an infant by a white one-armed gay man, raised in Vider, Texas (known for its KKK ties). He did when she was 7 and was told her mother was dead too. She didn’t learn she black until college when she had three black roommates. They supporter her when met black mother who for the first time 10 years ago. That woman was my friend and I met her daughter at when the women was dying of cancer in hospice. Their mother-daughter bond, in spite of everything, was amazing. I was honored to share their story with the world.
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What happened after I rear ended a car
Here's why I'm celebrating a #yearofjoy:
I had a car accident today. First one in 20 years.Totally my fault. I rear ended a little sedan. There was much traffic and construction. I got out to see the damage. So did the driver, an older gentleman. I asked if we could exchange insurance info. He kept looking at his car, which had a significant bumper dent.
"Don't worry about it. I can fix," he said about his car.
I started babbling on about how sorry I was and how I was rushing to an event and didn't see him.
"No, really. I can fix it. Don't worry," he said.
I asked if I could give him a hug. So on busy Galleria street, I hugged the driver of the car I had rear ended. I thanked him about 20 times. He got in his car and drove off.
I drove off in my 14-year-old SUV, which now makes a loud noise when I turn right, and I cried happy tears.