Sunday, December 28, 2008

Favorite Poems/Quotes...

We Wear the Mask,

We wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,- -

This debt we pay to human guile;

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,

And mouth with myriad subtleties[1].

Why should the world be otherwise,

In counting all our tears and sighs?

Nay, let them only see thus, while

We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries

To thee from tortured souls arise.

We sing, but oh the clay is vile

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;

But let the world dream otherwise,

We wear the mask!

This is one of my favorite poems. I learned so many growing up but my favorites were "On The Pulse of Morning" by Maya Angelou and this one by Paul Laurence Dunbar. I love to read and I have been creating a list of quotes that cater to my different emotions which often times help me stay focus.

What are your favorite poems and quotes?

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

How Can I Trust You?

During my RA training in Aug. we did plenty of team building activities which required us to put a great deal of trust into each other. The concept was to teach us to be there for each other during the school year. While participating, I came to the conclusions that for my teammates it wasn’t about building trust; it was more so about getting everything right and winning the game. Life is a game, and in this game we have to trust people. We are taught this lesson at an early age. We trust our parents, relatives, friends, and mates. Often I hear that the phrase ‘I love you’ should not be thrown around so easily, but I think we should guard our trust the same way.

I was taught at an early age to trust no one but God. Although I have people in my life that I have known for countless years, I still have a hard time totally trusting them. My guardian angel taught me that at times it is ok to trust, because there are people who do have your best interest at heart. I have learned to trust people to be who they are, based on what they have shown me. Maya Angelou said…When a person shows you who they are, believe them.

Trust is an enormous commitment, yet people throw it around so freely. Betrayal is difficult to survive, but it is a part of life. If you have faith in God, you tend to assume the best about people. But I wonder… Is it possible to betray one individual but be loyal to another? The best kept secret is the one untold…right?

The thought of trusting people bothers me. I really don’t like doing it because just like all of us I don’t like to be hurt. Over the last six months I have witnessed individuals do some terrible things to destroy people’s lives that TRUSTED them. Whenever I witness this I tend to guard my heart that much more. Plenty of people trust me because I am and have been loyal to them, but I wonder if deep down inside I can’t trust others because maybe I can’t be trusted…

What does trust mean too you? Can YOU really be trusted? Once the trust is broken how do you ever get it back?

Until next time on’ The Journey of Ms. Devereaux’

Monday, December 15, 2008

Nights Like This...

* Nights like this... I wish rain drops would fa- ha- ha-ha-alll*- Eddie Cain

It is extremely windy and rainy tonight. I am sitting here with my legs kicked up on my desk, looking out of the window at the Sears Tower thinking about how crazy this last week has been. At last, the semester is over and most of my students are gone. I actually thought I was going to lose my mind this week. Let me tell you all what happened:

- I lost my flash drive with ALL my work on it! Including my final that was due on Monday. I had to redo the entire thing! Check out the finished product...

- I found out I can’t get a grant from my school that they promised me because the school
won’t give me anymore institution funds. They are covering my housing because I work as an RA, now I am going to get deported back to TX! Still praying for a miracle…

- My dance teacher was very proud of me, I truly did much better than I anticipated; considering it is a dance school and I have no rhythm or coordination.

- I interviewed an 11yr old aspiring writer for my radio interviewing class. She was incredible! Everyone loved her and most of all she was ecstatic about it!

- Saturday I couldn’t stop crying and I’m really not sure why. I guess the thought of going home was setting in.

- Church was great on Sabbath. Glad I went.

- My dating life has but faded from my rearview… The two guys I’m digging, I feel like I should fallback on. I don’t think it will turn into anything serious. One is definitely sexy as hell to me…whew!

- Friday night my friend took me to an incredible Jazz Gospel Messiah concert. I have never experienced such an musical event in my life! It was like Handel meets Gospel. That was an excellent way to end my stressful week!!!!

Now I plan on relaxing and figuring out my next move in life, I really need to re-evaluate myself and the people around me. I definitely do not plan on going home for the holidays which is fine with me. Although I had the next 3yrs planned out things always change. People always say you should plan and set goals. Then they turn around and say live each day like it’s your last. Then they say take it one day at a time, don’t look so far into the future. Blah blah blah… Who the hell are THEY anyway? So I decided for myself and based on things that I have witnessed this year in my life and others around me that I will plan for the next 6months to a year. I know what I would like to see happen in the next 5yrs, but right now it’s just not possible for me to plan that far ahead.

Question of the post: Do you find future planning helpful and if so, how far do you planning ahead?

I will blog more often now that I am on break so stay tuned and keep checking for more updates.

Until next on "The Journey of Ms. Devereaux"

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Be Right Back...

I know I haven't blogged in awhile, and may have lost my audience. But after finals and all my residents check out, I will be back over the x-mas break with more post. I have noticed everyone (other bloggers) is talking about their relationships lately. I don't think I'm ready to put that type of information out there, but I know I will come up with something.

Until then stay tuned...

Monday, October 27, 2008

Happy Birthday Ms. Devereaux...

Today is my 27th birthday and I am so grateful I made it. I decided to make a list of things I am thankful for to celebrate.

I am thankful for...

- A healthy body, mind, and soul.

- Being able to work towards my dreams everyday.

-Learning from past mistakes, and seeing myself growing as a woman everyday.

-Being able to recognize my blessing even during the hardest time.

- An amazing support system of family and friends. I don't know were I would be without them. To all of you I say... THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU!

-My sister, she really has no idea what it is like watching her grow into an incredible young woman. I love you so much, baby sis and keep pushing.

- The strength to move forward even when I want to quit.

- That I had a GREAT time Saturday night celebrating, plus my one of best friends came to visit me this weekend.

- That I still have both my parents active in my life. I think I take this for granted way too often.

My list could go on forever, but I am just thankful for all of God's blessings in my life.

To celebrate my birthday, tell me what you are thankful for.

Until next time on "The Journey of Ms. Devereaux"

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

1st Radio Interview...

Finally, my 1st radio interview!! Yes I go by the name of HoneyLove, (shout out to Kj and Aleesha for creating that name.) There is no particular theme to this interview. My assignment was to interview someone who attended my school. This interview is with one of the Graduate Assistant, who left a career as a business analyst and nows lives in the residence hall. I thought this was a pretty interesting change of pace. The interview is 9 mins long.

Please feel free to give any HONEST feedback. I really want to know what you all think.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Michelle Orphalee McMullen-Missing

One of our fellow bloggers Akua sister has been missing. If anyone has any information please don't hesitate. Our prayers are with you Akua.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Let Me Out !...

Lately, I have been extremely home sick, and I was on duty this past weekend, which didn't make it better. However, I am blessed to have my Aunt Linda in the suburbs. I can always go chill with her and it feels a little like TX. Over the weekend while trapped in the building on duty ( I really do love my job) I started thinking about when I was a child, and the joy of coming home from school and going outside to play. At one point, that was once the highlight of my day. I couldn't wait to go out and play during recess, then rush home to do my homework/chores so I could go outside again. That was the good old days...

Growing up I got a lot of whippings, in school, at home, and at my grandma's house. Pretty much everyone got whippings in on me. I remember one day, when I was in private school my teachers got smart and realize that the whippings didn't phase me anymore. I just wanted them to get it over with so I could get outside and play. This particular day, I got in trouble as usual in the 6th grade for cursing(yes I was way to young to curse, but I did it!). My teacher Ms. Jackson(she was one of the best teachers I ever had) sent everyone outside and told me to stay in. I wasn't really nervous since I had been getting in trouble often that school year.
After everyone leaves for recess, I go to her desk and she tells me I want you to write a 1000 lines saying 'I will not curse'. Ok, that's cool I can handle it. By this point I had been writing lines for months now, so I had it down to a science. We pray together, then I go get myself ready to go outside. While packing my books Ms. Jackson decides to tell me...' also, you CANNOT go outside for recess for the rest of week'. I turned around and almost cursed again. WTH!!! I almost collapsed on the floor. I couldn't believe what was coming out of her mouth. Everything begin to move in slow motion. I ran up to her desk and began negotiating to write more lines, and she can tell my daddy what I did so he will give me a whipping too. But PLEASE LET ME GO OUTSIDE!!! She wouldn't budge, I was devastated. I couldn't believe it, the ultimate punishment had taken place. Not only was I not allowed to go outside at school, but my dad whipped me and I couldn't go outside at home either. Of course, by this point I was plotting to run Even though I thought I was going to die that week I made it. All week I stood in the window every day watching everybody play as I cried silently in my room. You would think I would have stop cursing, but I didn't the same thing happened again a few months later when we lost our softball game. That is another story though.

Kids now days don't play outside that much anymore. They have the internet, video games. cellphones, and I guess it's not as safe anymore. I really miss recess, because it was a great release from everything around me.

Do you ever want to go outside and play, when you feel trapped or overwhelmed?

Thursday, October 2, 2008


We are officially a month into school. It's been really busy, especially since I have a lot more on my plate. I work as a Resident Assistant to 34 students on my floor. I take 15 credit hrs., and I work in the computer lab. The RA gig is not really that bad. I haven't had any problems with my students or anybody else in the building yet.(knock on wood). Honestly, I think my students like me. If they need anything they have no problem knocking on my door. Other duties I have as an RA is to create bulletin boards monthly, and activities for my students. So now my creative side has to come out. Check out some of my work. Special thanks to MLB for the help.

My classes are cool. I really HATE my Copy Editing class. I like the teacher but I just hate the class. Unfortunately, I am not a detail person as much as I should be, so it is extremely challenging for me. Not to mention AP Stylebook has the most insane rules for writing. I like my Jazz dance class. I have this obsession with learning how to dance so I plan on taking dance till I graduate. Since we have a dance school the classes are really intense. Most of these people have been dancing for years. My teacher retired from the Alvin Alley Dance Company, I'm glad she is patient with me. I mean I have no sense of rhythm or coordination at all. It is definitely a site to see. Radio Interviewing is a fun class, I conduct real interviews and they are aired on the school radio station. I will upload my interviews for you all to hear and tell me what you think. Oh yeah, my Visual Journalism class is great. I learn about magazine/newspaper layouts and create my own throughout the semester. For my final I have to create a full layout meaning the article, photos, editing, everything as though it is going to print in a publication the next day. Which some might get chosen for a publication depending on how good it is.

Now that I am living by myself I cook everyday almost. Mainly healthy stuff, and I think I accidentally became a vegetarian since meat is so high. I paid $9.00 for 3 pieces of chicken last time I went shopping. Plus, I am a pretty good cook. Over this past weekend I went to my friends house and I made a salad. Check out the pic below. I think the avocado made it look kind of weird.

Basically that is all I do. My life is pretty boring and busy at the same time. I don't date, party, shop, or hang out with friends( since I only have two, one is married the other has a boyfriend). I think I am content though, which is weird for me. God is still blessing me and I really can't complain, because every night after my longs days I get to come home and look out the window at this amazing view God has blessed me with.(yes this the real view from my apartment)
I like this song I heard in my dance class by Duffy- Hanging on Too Long. I can't relate at this point in my life, but I have been there before. click the link to hear the song. That is all for now folks...

Until next time on 'The Journey of Ms. Devereaux'

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Black Men's Appreciation Day 2008

Our Foundation

It’s a time for change, a time for appreciation, a time for admiration and respect, and what better way to embrace this time than to appreciate the hands we stand on…our black men.

We need our black men. They are the hands we stand on. The next time you see a black man — city, suburb, or country, — SMILE and say hello.The next time a brother opens the door for you, SMILE and say thank you. If you are close enough, SMILE and ask “how are you doing today?”If a black man is living in your home and he gets up everyday and goes to face a world that doesn’t really want him there, when he comes home,let him know that you appreciate him.

This message has inspired the ladies of to start a movement of love and change.

Black Men Appreciation Day is about saying thank you, smiling, giving a gift, positive affirmation, hugs, kisses, or even saying 'I admire you' or 'I’m proud of you' or whatever you can think of to show appreciation to the black men you encounter.

On September 17, 2008 we will stand up and stand together in admiration and appreciation of our black men. They are not only our hands but also our foundation, and without this foundation our house will surely crumble. Remember, it only takes one person to start a movement…one person to initiate a change. Imagine the difference a multitude will make. Our black men deserve this, we deserve this. What good is a house without a strong foundation? Let’s strengthen our foundation. Together we will make a difference.

Please come back and share your responses you received and how you felt showing this love and appreciation.

Spread the word, spread the love…September 17th is now officially Black Men Appreciation Day!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Enjoy The Ride...

Hey folks it’s been a while since I have been on here. Well a lot has been going on, so I am going to catch ya'll up really quick. I moved into my apartment and I have been in training for my new job as a Resident Assistant. It has been extremely challenging trying to take in all the information but I am sure it will be fine. My only concern is the age gap between me and my residents on my floor, but I am pretty cool as you already know so I’m not to worried…lol. Since this is my last day of training I found a little time to blog. Keep me in your prayers folks this year will be interesting. On to the post now…

Have you ever thought you met the ideal mate, but didn’t want to get too eager about it? Have you ever gotten an opportunity to do something you always wanted, but to afraid to leave your area? If you died today would you feel like you have lived your life to the fullest as much as possible? Do you want to live your life to the fullest?

These types of questions have been running through my mind since the death of Bernie Mac and Isaac Hayes. I really started to think how short life can be. We are always told that by older folks but, I guess it hadn’t really sunk in for me until recently. It made me sit back and look at life in a different light. I am usually a person who is extremely guarded and doesn’t let people in my world. This can often times cause me to miss out on some great individuals. However, life is short and I have determined to live my life to the fullest, so I have to change my mindset. I don’t want to die at a point in my life were I really haven’t lived merely because I was fearful. I mean how can you enjoy life really if you don’t embrace all parts of it? I was talking to someone a few weeks ago, that was advising me to let my guard down when dealing in relationships. We tend to guard our hearts in efforts to save ourselves, but we are just hindering ourselves from growth and moving to the next step. They continued to advise me life is too short to spend all your time protecting your heart and never allowing yourself to love in hopes that the perfect situation will come around. They said to let go and just let things flow naturally without being so guarded. Strangely enough, I am willing to try it. (Wall slowly coming down...)

More often than not, we miss out on opportunities because of fear. Love is a beautiful thing; sometimes it makes you joyful, miserable, irritated, grateful, and baffled. If you can walk, breathe, see, talk, smell, taste, hear, and feel then you are blessed. We are not promised each day we open our eyes. It’s only by the grace of God. I know that if I died today I wouldn’t be happy with the way I have lived life expect for maybe the last few years. Solely, because of the growth I believe I have experienced. I could only look back and say ‘oh it was cool, we had some fun times’ but that is it. The past year I really pushed myself out of my element and I plan on continuing to do that so I can grow. Life is about change, growth, experiences, and having fun. I don’t want to remain the same person, and the only way to grow is to be open and not let fear control me. So from this point on I am going to promote 'living life to the fullest'. That doesn’t mean I am going to be crazy and do outlandish things, but I am going to take chances, embrace new experiences, and let love have it way whenever it comes. Don’t hold back folks, sometimes the scariest decision you make and be the best one and change your life forever.

Life is a trip and then you die, don't let fear hold you back.

Until next time on 'The Journey of Ms. Devereaux'

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Happy Anniversary...

Well today is officially 1 year I have lived in Chicago and I've been pursuing my dreams. I felt it would be great to honor this day with an update to my readers about some interesting events of this year. Now I won’t do this every year, just because that would be corny…lol. Now lets get started on my recap shall we…

God - If I ever doubted God in my life (which I never have) I can tell you without a doubt he does exist and I’m a living witness. Anyone that needs a story of encouragement I have plenty to share. Many of you have been reading since my first post know how much of a faith walk this experience has been.

School - I started as a part time student due to financial aid (thank you George W. Bush). Fall 2008 I will be a full-time student, (15hrs) thanks to the Illinois MAPP Grant and prayers.

- Last year I started an internship with and will continue with them. Recently I became a freelance writer for which is really exciting, so I will have a variety of work for my portfolio.(click on website to view)

Partying - When I first got here I partied a little too much. Mainly because my cousin was moving and my previous roommate and I wanted to make sure she had a great time. Some of our best times have been at Funky Buddha lounge. There was one night my roommate and I spent 50.00 each for a wasted night for us, but a good night for my cousin.(which is what matters). Another night my cousins and I went to a play. I was excited about going home early(so I could sleep) but they decided to go out to Funky Buddha then to eat at my favorite spot Taco Burrito, which I couldn’t appreciate because I was so tired. Did I mention I had to be at work at 8 a.m. the next morning. Needless to say, I went to work almost sleep as they slept peacefully…aww the good times. We always have fun when we go out.

Jobs - I have had nothing put temp jobs which didn’t last long due to whatever reason. I did get a job at my school as a Resident Assistant, which comes with a free apartment and dedication to the students. I think I will be great at this position. Also I applied for a dream job back in March (so I thought) as a personal assistant, which got me caught in a huge scam and my bank account being $9 million overdrawn. Yes you read correctly nine million dollars. Luckily everything got cleared up and I didn’t go to jail…long story folks.

Dating - Umm this subject is weird for me. I honestly don’t know what dating is. I consider myself to be cool with every guy I met or go out with. I call it ‘We Cool’, maybe you all can tell me what dating is. I have had fun hanging out with some people here but for the most part it’s nothing to write home about. Although there is this one fella I would love to go with for real but it hasn’t happened yet. Maybe he will read my blog and know that it’s him…lol.

Housing - When I moved here I was suppose to rent my cousins place out. That didn’t work out for various reasons. My roommate at the time also expressed that she couldn’t live with me anymore, but I could stay with her for a little bit till I found a place. Well as we all know folks things change and that didn’t work out at all. I was pretty pissed and we didn’t talk for a while. During this time I considered coming back to TX. Not that my family wasn’t willing to let me stay with them. I really didn’t want to do that. Plus, we all had weird schedules and it didn't seem like it would work out. But God worked everything out and I didn’t have to go back to Texas. I camped out on my cousin’s couch during the week and lived in my aunt and uncle basement apartment on the days I didn’t have class. This transition was the hardest time of me you all have no idea; mentally it got really bad for me.

Family - My family has been great and I want to say THANK YOU. We have had our challenges that’s for sure, but at the end of the day we have each others back. They have really been lifting me up on their shoulders despite having their own issues. Ya’ll know how I can be so we have gotten into arguments when I felt a challenged, but it all worked out for everyone.

Events - This summer I went to a few interesting and exciting events. Chaka Khan and Angie Stone concert, it was FREE and FUN! Stevie Wonder was great but it was so crowded I couldn’t move. Usually I am not nervous about large crowds but this was scary. I also worked a Black Gay/Lesbian Pride Event, which was interesting. These are my thoughts after this event. As far as gay men, ages 25-younger they have no problem expressing who they are they just don’t care. Those 27- 35 maybe a little younger are the ones that blew me away. Although they were in their environment there were A LOT of men I would have never thought in a million years would be gay. If I saw them on the streets it wouldn’t cross my mind. They were manly, handsome, and well dressed. Any older, they can be discreet but they don’t care. As far as women in my age group listen to me… YOU CAN’T TELL IF A MAN IS GAY! The men you think are gay aren’t. The ones you think aren’t gay could be? It’s crazy I was just in shock, great experience though. Another great event was the Unity Journalism Conference. This is where the Black, Asian, Native American, and Hispanic Journalist come together for workshops, careers fair, galas, and parties. I volunteered there everyday last week. I learned so much to prepare me for my next steps, and met some really great informative people. I probably seen everyone you watch on TV for news. On the last day Sen. Barack Obama came which I can’t tell you about because I didn’t make it. Overall, priceless experience!

Mentors - Last semester I found my mentor. He taught my Reporting & Writing Class. I really like him as a teacher. He is great, simply because he is a current journalist, honest, informed, and truly cares. I am so glad I took the advice of some guy I met at a party who told me to take him as a teacher. If you are reading this ‘mentor’ I would like to say thank you.

It's impossible to cram a year in one post. But,overall it has been a HUGE challenge and to be honest I almost gave up so many times. I got tired of crying, struggling, fighting, and everything else. But, I always say ‘it’s never really bad’. Chicago has a way of showing you that as soon as you walk out of your front door, with homeless, hungry people everywhere. I believe God has a purpose for me. My cousin told me if he didn’t see everything that was going on with me he wouldn’t believe it himself. I think I have grown tremendously and I am ready to continue growing and maturing as a woman. It’s been one hell of a ride but totally worth it and I can’t wait for what’s next…I think (just kidding I’m ready)

Until next time on 'The Journey of Ms. Devereaux'

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Turn Up the Heat...

By now we are all deep into the summer. Texas is hot as fish grease!! Despite it being hotter than hell in most places there are some really great things about the summer time. School breaks,outdoor parties, family vacations, weekend bbq's, tanning(I am a little on the bright-skinned side), and most importantly the summer brings out the finest men. I know in Chicago I don't see as many cuties and as I do in the summer. Probably because in the winter everyone is walking around looking like huge sleeping bags trying to stay warm. Oh, but when the summer comes it's like being a kid in a candy store. With all the activities and festivals and only 3 months of summer everyone is out.

Almost every time I walk outside now I see a tall, handsome, strong, black man walking down the street. Honestly, I have seen some fine men of other nationalities lately. If I am bold enough that day then I might even engage him in conversation. (Yes ladies, I do strike up convo with a man first) I love men already but what turns me on most about a man is his walk, smile, sense of humor, tone of voice, and intelligence. After those boxes are checked then we can move to round I love the summer!

We all have something that we like in each other, but...What turns you on most about the opposite sex?

Until next time on 'The Journey of Ms. Devereaux'

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Creative Writing Pt. 1

Yesterday I was having writers block so I sent out a text message asking you all for blog topics. Everyone sent back great topics and I plan on writing on most of them in the upcoming post. Unfortunately, writers block is still in my brain so I decided to do something different with this post. Actually, I plan on doing a lot of different things with this blog. I took a Fiction Writing class last year and I thought I would share one of my stories I had to write with you all. I want to write a book one day about something, so feel free to give me any feedback. Hope you enjoy!

Stop looking at me, don’t touch me, shut up I don’t want to hear anything you are saying. Leave me alone!I bent down in the corner near the porcelain tube, slowly placing my hands on the pearl colored tile floor for balance. It's very dark in here the only light is coming from underneath the door. I have been here many times before so I know what it looks in the dark.There is an old burgundy shower curtain that hangs over the tub with soap scum stuck to the bottom of it, the worn out floral wall paper covers the entire bathroom, and the toilet that always seems to be cold no matter what. The cabinets are dark brown although the color is fading and the different color towels hang from the rack. I always hated coming in here, they put me in here like a caged animal. I used to scream so loud, and cry so hard my eyes would swell shut, I despised being in the dark. I told myself if they did this to me again I would get them. This time I am going to calm down and devise my plan.Stop looking at me, don’t touch me, shut up I don’t want to hear anything you are saying. Leave me alone! I keep hearing in my head over and over again as they repeated themselves. After awhile it became quiet enough where I thought it was safe to leave. Slowly I got up from the cold bathroom floor and opened the door. The light from the hallway was bright I had to squint my eyes until they adjusted. I walked out of the bathroom hoping no one would see me.

I wasn’t always like this, there was a time when I was considered kind, patient, loving, caring, giving, and warm-spirited person. In the past, I loved getting to know people and being around them laughing having a good time. Now I can’t stand to be around people, I feel like they are fake and don’t really care about who I really am. I decided to leave school that day and walk downtown just to take some time to myself. While sitting at a coffee shop late that night I watched a homeless man walk aimlessly looking for his next meal, digging from one trash can to another he pulled out left overs from stranger’s meals. He even pulled a few half smoked cigarette buds to finish off himself later. While sitting there I begin to get upset and wonder how could this man allow himself get to this point were he has to beg, for money and live on the street. I began to think how he had no purpose in life and that he was a waste of space and someone needed to handle it. Stop looking at me, don’t touch me, shut up I don’t want hear anything you are saying. Leave me alone! That’s what I kept hearing. I couldn't shake the voices in my head

That night it was cold, windy,and rainy. I sat at Starbucks on the corner across from the Deluxe store, and US Bank on the opposite corner from me. I see a couple walking down the street near the empty parking lot, something about them sparked my interest so I left the coffee shop and followed them down the street behind the building into an empty alley. No one around this particular night almost like a ghost town. I stopped at the corner and peaked around the trash cans to see where the cute couple had went. To my surprise I see the man pounding his fist into the face of the woman he was holding hands with, then he grabbed her around her throat and slammed her into the ground. I couldn’t believe my eyes he was going to kill her I had to stop him and do something to help this woman out. After, he slammed her to the ground he began to repeatedly kick her. What could I do to help her? As I stood there I had a flash back, of being locked in the bathroom being tortured by horrible people. Before I knew it I rushed down the street while the guy’s back was turned, he couldn’t hear or see me coming because he was so busy beating the sh*t out of what I thought was his girlfriend. I slowed down my paced as I got closer I heard him yelling

“You stupid B*tch, I hate you” despite how bad he had already beaten her ass she was still yelling “stop it Charlie don’t do this I love you”.

The closer I got my rage continued to build like lava in volcano ready to explode. Once close enough with all the strength in my body I grabbed the top of his head and the bottom of his chin and with a quick twist I snapped his neck, I heard the breaking of his bones, it sounded like a branch breaking from a tree. His limp body fell to the ground next to the woman he nearly beat to death. Immediately I reached down to help her by gently grabbing her hand to help her up. She looked at me and saw her boyfriend lying next to her and began to scream…

“What have you done?” “What have you done to Charlie?” She yelled.
“Ma’am you won’t have to worry about him anymore I took care of him”. “Let me help you” I said in a relaxed tone.

The woman yelled at me Stop looking at me, don’t touch me, shut up I don’t want hear anything you are saying. Leave me alone! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, I was startled. Again I felt rage began to build up in my chest, it felt like someone had a burning match to my chest and the anger I felt in my body begin to fill like helium in a balloon. I envisioned the old burgundy shower curtain, I felt the cold porcelain floor, the floral wallpaper and before I knew it I grabbed her by the top of head and the bottom of her chin, again I heard the same snapping noise I heard from Charlie a little bit ago. She dropped just like Charlie did to the ground lifeless. I looked down at Charlie and his girlfriend lie there dead, I killed these people. Petrified by my actions I ran as fast and as far as I could until I was out of breathe and stopped.

Every since that night that phrase Stop looking at me, don’t touch me, shut up I don’t want hear anything you are saying. Leave me alone! has been playing in my head. Whenever, I am locked in that cold bathroom on the floor I hear that woman yelling at me before I silenced her from ever saying Stop looking at me, don’t touch me, shut up I don’t want hear anything you are saying. Leave me alone!

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Is Black Female Loyalty Enough?

Over the years I have talked to a number of black men who have said that 'black female loyalty' is the #1 reason they have not dated outside of their race. Many black men have strongly considered dating/marrying outside of their race, but have only decided against it because of their conviction on loyalty to black women.

So I pose this question to my readers...

Is loyalty to black women enough of a reason for black men to stick solely with black women for dating/marrying?

Monday, June 23, 2008

R.I.P George Carlin...

Legendary comedian George Carlin, perhaps most famous for his skit “Seven Words You Can Never Say on TV,” dies at 71. He succumbed to heart failure.

My cousin turned me on to George Carlin, and I really liked him simply because he said anything he wanted to say, plus he was a very sharp man. It is unfortunate to see one of the 'realist' comics ever to go. Funny thing is I was just talking about him on Saturday night, wondering what he was going to say about the election. Now I guess his fans will never know. Research him for yourselves and watch some of his vids. I think some of you might like him.

Click on his name for more information Carlin

Until next time on "The Journey of Ms. Devereaux"

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Reader Submission...

One of my readers emailed me this scenerio. She asked me to post it on here so she could get advice from you guys about this situation. So help your fellow reader out.

I have been an unhappily married woman for 10yrs. My husband and I are unhappy due to a previous affair he had in the beginning of our marriage. I chose to stay in the marriage and try to make it work. We act more as 'roommates' instead of husband and wife, never spend together, and most of all, he is not sexually active with me.

Recently I met a guy who I became intimate with. We have known each other for about 2months. He does everything my husband doesn't do and he makes me feel cared about. Something else my husband doesn't do. He lives far enough were I won't get caught by anyone. Initially, we started having sex at hotels, and then I began to go to his home. Lately, I have been spending the night with him whenever the opportunity presented itself, of course lying to my husband about my whereabouts.

The guy I have been seeing tells me he loves me all the time, especially when we are intimate. When he first told me he ‘loved’ me I felt scared. I felt like he was full of sh*t. At first I thought it was his game in order to get me to leave my husband. Then I realized that he appeared to mean it and wanted me to tell him I loved him too. But I don't, and I can't understand why he tells me that. Unfortunately, I have gotten emotionally caught up and believe this man might love me although that is hard to believe.

My question is why would he tell me he loves me if he knows I have a husband, I don't love him, and he is already having sex with me?

In your response please don't forget to answer the reader's question.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Daddy Dearest...

Happy Father's Day to all the dads and especially the single fathers. There have been a few men that have played father figure roles during different periods of my life and I love them all. But I want to tell you all a little bit about my dad.

You know my dad is a pretty cool dude. He is 6'5, still wears a curl in 2008,and 65yrs old, so you can't help but see him. I appreciate my dad more now than I did when I was younger for his advice, time, and energy he puts into me. We are identical twins according to some people. All my life I heard "guurrrlll you look just like your daddy." There were times when my mother and friends would say they I sound like my dad because I say some of the same things he would. Many women aren't privilege enough to have their fathers around, but I do and I love that guy. Things haven’t always been great with us, but when you can forgive a person, its amazing the relationships that can blossom.

I haven't always been around my dad, but I can honestly say he has always done his best to be there for me. From kindergarten to 8th grade my father picked me up from school everyday despite my parents being divorced. He has always told me I was brilliant,sneaky,pretty,and his 'big baby girl.' He picked me up and I would be with him until my mother got off work. Growing up he had all the guys in the neighborhood scared but they respected him. All my life my dad has tried to prepare my sister and me for life. He taught me lessons that didn't necessarily apply until later on in life. He always taught me about understanding people, being ‘street smart’, and the importance of education. He is not only there for me, but also for my friends. He takes his time to talk to them as though they were his children.

One thing I can say about my dad is that he is always right, and that drives me crazy! Almost everyone I know has met my father at some point in my life. I could go on and on about my father, simply because he is a good father. It never occurred to me how blessed I am to still have my dad until a few people I know have lost their dads. One thing I can count on is that my dad will call me everyday at least twice a day. Although I can't stand when he ask me a lot of questions, I understand that it is only because he cares and wants the best for me. It drives him crazy for me to be so far away but he trust God and knows that I will be fine.

I love my dad, and thank God for still allowing him to be around. If you still have your father around take time to talk to him, even if he hasn’t always been the best dad. Let the past go and try to build a future with him. It makes a difference in your life when you have your father. You never know how long he will be around. Happy Father's Day Daddy.

Until next time on 'The Journey of Ms. Devereaux'

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Writer's Block...

Hey Folks...
I have been trying to blog for the past couple of weeks, while I have been home in Dallas. Unfortunately, nothing has seem to come out on the paper.I have writers block bad because, I haven't even been able to write in my journal. I need something to get me going again. So I ask my readers to please bare with me, until I get my mojo back.

Well at least I can tell you guys what I have been up too lately.

-I have been eating, sleeping, and enjoying the sun. I haven't worked out at all. But I love it.
-I have been going to church...can I get an AMEN on that please.
-I am at my favorite place the HouseofHealing.
-I got my tooth pulled and I wanted to kill the dentist. But I took alot of drugs and went to my dads house and he took care of me.
-I found out some new interesting things about some of my friends.
-I spent way too much money and have avoided looking at my bank
-I was in one of my close friends wedding and saw people I have seen in years and ones who have known me since I was a baby. That was a really great time, although I worked so hard as a hostess I got a blister on my foot. But it was all worth it to see my friend happy.
-My other good friend got engaged and yes I am a bridesmaid. We went looking for dresses and hung out which was great since we haven't seen each other in forever.
-My mom, sister, and I hung out that was too much fun.
-Did I mention I am eating whatever I want and loving it.
-I brought a really cute dress that I love.
-I have went out a couple times. One time I partied a little to
-I saw Sex in the that movie.
-Still coping with our family loss but trusting God as my grandma says.

That's pretty much it. I am headed back to Chicago soon to get back on the grind and party with my girl for her graduation. Hopefully between now and then I can come up with a new blog.

Also, feel free to give me any suggestions for blog topics.

Until next time on "The Journey of Ms. Devereaux"

Friday, May 16, 2008

Dear Mr. Sharp Shooter...

This Monday morning the news reported there was a 'standoff with a gunman involved' in a Grand Prairie, TX, apartment complex. Never in a million years would I have thought that it was my uncle the ‘gentle teddy bear’. I hear about police officers taking people lives all the time. This time it was different because, I received a call saying that the gunman on the news was my uncle, and he had your bullet in him.

I don’t think you realize what you have done to my family. When you took that shot on Monday morning around 7a.m. in those Grand Prairie apartment you killed a family. That was my Uncle Kevin. He was a father of three fantastic girls who adored him. He was the baby brother to 10 other individuals who are suffering tremendously. He was the uncle to many nieces and nephews. He was a husband for 25 years. He was the friend of many who loved him dearly. He was a bone marrow donor. He was the youngest child of my 90 year old grandmother, who just looked him in his face the day before.

Mr. Sharp Shooter, I don’t know complete details that led you to his apartment that morning, but I do know you weren’t suppose to take his life. You painted a picture as though he came out shooting, and to avoid anyone from being harm you put your bullet in him. You LIED! I listen to the voice mail over and over that was played on the news by his pastor were he is begging for help. In the middle of his sentence a glass breaks and it is your bullet headed towards his body.

You took the life of a gentle, kind, caring, thoughtful, loving, funny, calm natured, selfless, strong, GREAT man! He would never hurt a fly. In fact he is known as a ‘peacemaker’. I was just with him in March; I would have never thought that your bullet would take him away from us. My cousins are left without the man they loved most. I believe you didn’t know what you are doing when you pulled that trigger, so I am working on forgiving you. However, I don’t believe he came out shooting at you. See that is not the man that I just described. If you were aware of his illness I can’t help but wonder why you didn’t handle the situation differently. I will forever believe it could have gone differently, but I will try to remember the God doesn’t make mistakes.

Mr. Sharp Shooter, I can't wrap my mind around what you did. I hope you never experience the pain we feel. We will never understand why you took my uncle's life while he was crying out for help.

His lovely Niece

Continue reading below...

Dear Gentle Teddy Bear...

My most recent memory of you is at Grandma 90th b-day celebration singing ‘I Shall Wear a Crown.' As I watched you sing,I felt so much emotion in that song and I wasn’t sure why. I was suppose ride back to Dallas with you, but chose not to. Now I wish I would have taken that ride.

I have never known you to show any emotion other than humor, and just an undisturbed attitude. I always thought you were a remarkable father. I remember when I was younger I thought you were the strongest man ever, because you just look like you could fight anyone or anything... You would play arm wrestle with us, and let us think we really beat you. I use to think all the time….’ How did his voice get so deep?”

You always looked out for me when I needed you too. You even keep me posted about jobs. Recently, you sent me a nice text that made me smile. Last weekend I sent out a text and I forgot to include you on my list, saying that I loved everyone. Now I wonder if it would have made a difference.

I never knew you carried so much pain. We are family and really have no clue what is going with each other. That happens a lot in the black community. Hearing your last voicemail message to your pastor I can hear your pain. It really kills me that my strong uncle was hurting so bad in his last moments. You were always so funny to me, although we didn’t talk as much as I would have like, I do remember we had our good conversations.

Thank you for being there for my mother, sister, and me when we needed you. I believe God doesn’t make mistakes. He knew this was going to happen before we did, so he is prepared to bring us through it.

We are going to be there for the girls and Aunt Shelia. Devon, Eryn, Sidney, have an amazing support system already, but we have let them know that we are here for them. Your brothers and sisters miss you dearly and they are having a hard time but my cousins and I will be there to uplift our parents. Oddly, enough Grandma is the strongest right now. But you know that is because her and God are best friends. I hate you left us soon. I should have told you all this stuff before Mr. Sharp Shooter put his bullet in you.

I love you very much and rest in peace Uncle Kevin.

Ms. Devereaux,

Friday, May 9, 2008

Lately I've Been Thinking..

Over the past couple of months my feelings have been tremendously hurt and a lot of tears have been shed. I have come to realize that most of these emotions have arisen because of my desires for others to meet my expectations. This is one of the biggest mistakes you can make. We as human beings have the tendency to set EXPECTATIONS for others to meet. We should NEVER have EXPECTATIONS, but STANDARDS and PREFERENCES.

I think it allows one to avoid disappointments when someone does not fulfill your EXPECTATIONS. Too often when we are caught up with the opposite sex finding ones self disappointed when he/she doesn't meet your EXPECTATIONS, or know what we are thinking. Another huge annoyance of mine is, the 'unspoken' expectation. People are not mind readers so you should not presume that the individual is thinking the same as you.

It is difficult to dismiss ones EXPECTATION, simply because we expect people to know as if it were common sense. Recently, I was told that "common sense does not equal common practice". There can be a misconception that someone has changed, but in all reality they just didn't meet the EXPECTATION you placed on them.

You may never really know what a person is thinking or how they may feel towards you. People are not obligated to do anything so don't expect anything. Hold people to a standard and have preference on the ones you let into your life but, if you don't remember anything else I say...NEVER EXPECT ANYTHING.

Until next time on "The Journey of Ms. Devereaux"

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

How Do You Know?!!!

True Story: I met this guy about 4 months ago back home in Texas through a mutual friend, at dinner one weekend when I was home visiting. When I first saw him he was so handsome to me. He is 6’3, chocolate skin, gorgeous smile, a nice body, and maybe in his late 30’s. He was so cool, almost too good to be true! I didn’t want a relationship at the time but he was a good prospect for 'FwB'. After meeting, we exchanged numbers and began to talk off and on. He was really cool, we talked all the time day or night, and hung out a couple of times. Mainly, we had a lot of great conversations about business, life lessons, and he had a great sense of humor. Since I live in another state we didn’t hang out much. This guy invited me to his place ("studio" he called it), was always available late at night to meet. But -- believe it or not -- I was never intimate with this man. Over the last two months we talked a LOT more than usual. I was becoming interested in him!

This Monday morning -- at 8:15AM -- I received a call. I answered and the caller quickly hung up the phone! Then the caller stuck again! I answered AGAIN and a female voice said:

Caller: Hello, I am calling because your number is all over my husband's phone bill.
Me: (Laughing) Are you sure? I don’t have any husbands in my phone.
Caller: Yes, your number is all over his phone bill?
Me: Ok, well what is your husband's name?
Caller: [She provided the name]
Me: Oh WHAT?!!! (Laughing out Loud) He is married?
Caller: Yes, I am his wife and I need to know why you are talking to him all day and at 1AM in the morning. What are these conversations about?
I had no clue he was married, he keeps a schedule like a single person. He is available to talk anytime day or night. And, I have never touched your husband -- not so much as a hug. We mainly talk about business ideas, general convo, and whatever else the conversation brings.
Caller: Well, what is your relationship?
Me: We are cool. I am not even in the state. We don’t have a relationship.
Caller: Well, you mean to tell me that you didn't SEE his wedding ring?
Me: Uhh, no! He doesn’t wear a ring. He doesn’t even have a ring indention on his finger. If I knew he was married he would have never gotten my phone number. Your man doesn’t show that he is married in any way, shape, form, or fashion.

Additional...This conversation continued for about 15mins then we hung up. Of course she wasn’t and couldn’t be mad at me, so she ended the conversation politely.

My question to my readers is…

HOW DO YOU KNOW SOMEONE IS MARRIED? Especially if they don’t follow the habits of a married person. Let me know your thoughts cause Ms. Devereaux is definitely tripping out about this phone call.

The game is grimy but people are grimier.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Michael Moore Has Set the Record Straight....

Everyone needs to read this letter Michael Moore wrote about his vote for Barack Obama.

Its kind of long but worth the time. There are details that definitely should be in mainstream media. Of course it will never make it though.

Enjoy! Click on his name directly below.

Michael Moore

Thursday, April 17, 2008

What Would You Do?

One of my readers emailed me this scenerio. She asked me to post it on here so she could get advice from you guys about this situation. So help your fellow reader out.

When I was in high school I dated this guy who had dropped out of school for three years of course I was into basketball and he was into hanging out in the streets. He went to jail and I went on with my life. Now after 20 years we ended up getting back together. He sometimes brings up what happened to us 20 years ago and I think he should get over it and lets live today. We broke up again because of his jealousy and he wanted to hang out all times of the night. I tried to understand that he wanted to hang out with the boys but it got out of hand when the time got later and later everytime. We have been split up for about a year now. I still love him and I would love to be with him but, I don't think he is ready for a real realtionship. He is 40 and I recently saw him with a much younger girl, it hurt me because all this time he would call me and tell me that he wanted to work things out with me. I helped him go to truck driving school, get a car, and get a job driving. When I see him I am excited but, I really don't know if I truly love him or if I am selling myself short because I am scared to get into another relationship because of all the STD's and men who just want to hit it and go.

I really need some advise on this. Should I try to work things out with him or should I just let it go?

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

The Quarter-Life Crisis

I receive this in a email and I thought it was great! I decided to share it with you all. It really hit home for me today. Recently, I was thinking about some of the same things. I realized that I am actually in the best time of my life and it won't always be this way, so I should just enjoy the ride.

How are you feeling at this point in your life? Have you reached your goals? Do you feel like time is passing you by?

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may or may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared.

You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all.

You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person.

One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.

You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Urgent Question... This Happened Last Night

WHY would a woman who has a boyfriend invite her heterosexual 'male friend' to hang out for a late night study session, at her apartment -- when her boyfriend is not around?

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Peeking in My Window...

I feel intimated
I feel lost…
I feel terrified
I feel disillusioned
I feel panicky
I feel humiliated
I feel anxious
Then I... Begin to question my ability to write and focus.

I am learning that I have an EXTREMELY hard time focusing. I wonder if my desire to write is good enough to get in debt behind getting a degree. The classes I am taking this semester are a little more difficult than I expected.

One class teaches about sacred and secular practices that influence ritual, ceremony, carnival, rites of passage, the blues, improvisation, “Negro Spirituals”, post- colonialism and the black world from Africa to the Diaspora. I am learning about individuals such as August Wilson, Melvin Van Peebles, DJ Spooky, Malidoma Patric Some, Fela Kuti, Ousmane Sembene, and others. Many of the things explained in the class goes completely against what I believe. (Let’s just say I appreciate my Christian education a little more) but I am not in the class to change my belief, I am there to expand my mind and learn about the world around me…right? I am an open-minded person. (Plus, I need it graduate)

The other class is Reporting & Writing I. I love my teacher and the class structure. I like the fact we go out and report. I don’t like that the story has to be complete (meaning ready for next day press) before the end of class. I never had to write and get my thoughts together so fast. Most of the time I have to report the facts only.( I like to give my opinion) On the flip side I do enjoy learning about writing feature stories, obituaries, and interviewing among other things. What I learned in this class is I DO NOT want to ever be a reporter. I don’t like news stories. However, this class has caused me to question my ability to convey my thoughts on paper clear and concise.

Often times I am intimated by the other students in my class. Their writing is witty, sharp, clear, creative, concise, and a good read. These kids are fresh off the high school newspaper. I know I shouldn’t compare myself to others, but I can’t help it sometimes. We all do it at some point in our lives. I love writing, but is that enough to be a journalist? My goals are simple when I graduate. I want to be a writer that changes the way people think and engage each other through many different outlets. Maybe it’s the style of writing verses my actual ability to write. What I know for sure is I am a creative and expressive writer and I love it!!!

Anyway that’s it for now I have to finish studying for a midterm...pray for me!!!

Until next time on "The Journey of Ms.Devereaux"

Friday, April 4, 2008

Strength, Courage, and Wisdom...

Beautiful isn't she? That is my grandma!!!

My grandma just celebrated her 90th birthday in January. My family and I got together last weekend to honor her. I know we all have grandma's that we love and cherish. I adore my grandmother, she means the world to me. I love talking to her she has so much knowledge and still a great sense of humor. I often times wish I could record everything she remembers over the past 90 years of life. She was married to a wonderful man and had 12 wonderful children. That's right 12. I hope that one day I can have that peace, kindness, love, joy, and trust in God that she carries with her everyday. After my grandfather past she had to raise the rest of her children alone. I think it was 6 of them left at home. It takes a strong woman to be able to handle a task that great. We get together every Thanksgiving at her house for dinner. I often catch her sitting alone the wall smiling, while everyone else is talking, eating,sleeping,and taking pictures. I ask her" Grandma what are you smiling at?" She says,"Thanking God for letting me see all my family together another year"

For years she has traveled to graduations,weddings,and special events for her family. One of my favorite memories was she would always send me a bday card.Whenever I call her no matter what time it is she is able to talk or let me in her house. Anytime I feel I have no one I can talk to she is always there with her words of wisdom saying "put it in God's hands,baby."

Beatrice Stanmore is my definition of STRENGTH, COURAGE, AND WISDOM. She is not just my grandma, she is my friend and I thank God he has keep her around for us so long.

Tell me who you admire with STRENGTH,COURAGE,AND WISDOM.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Keep Running...

As I writer I tend to believe I have a creative imagination. But even in my wildest thoughts I couldn’t have created the events that have taken place in my life over the past few months.

When I first determined to start on this journey of moving to Chicago and finishing my undergrad degree I didn’t expect for it to be easy. I figured I would attend school, work and deal with the simple daily issues of life. However, every since I moved here absolutely nothing has been simple about this experience. It started out smooth but around November 2007 things started to slowly get out of hand, people around me changed, some of them disappeared for reasons I will never know, I got jammed in a few very bad/bizarre situations, and for a second I was going to leave Chicago. Don’t get me wrong there have been some very positive and exciting things that have happen which is what keeps me here and the people that pick me up when I stumble.

Two crazy situations happen this week ( we are only on Wednesday) which really made want to give up and go home because, lately I just gotten tired of all the bullish and think “maybe this isn’t what I am suppose to be doing”. Then I start my usual conversation with myself. I asked myself “how bad do I really want to reach my goal”. I thought about all the people I knew personally or read about and how they KEEP RUNNING until they reached their finish line. Recently I learned about my new hero Melvin Van Peebles and his struggle in the 1970’s with Hollywood. My grandma and everything she went through to raise 12 children, C.V.W,my mother, my aunts,uncles, my dad, cousins, friends, and a host of other people’s triumphant stories.

Writing is my passion which I feel is my purpose and obtaining my degree is one of my goals. Today while walking in the rain feeling sorry for myself I reminded myself that you have to fight with every bone in your body for what you want. No matter how hard the punches of life are. Some will knock you down flat on your back, but just get up and KEEP RUNNING. It will never come easy. Although to the average person looking at my situation everything seems cool. But let me let you guys in on a little secret… This experience has been one of the hardest fights in my life on so many different levels.

If you have a goal or dream KEEP RUNNING until you reach the finish line. Don’t let anything stop you, even when you want to give up and you feel you have nothing left you KEEP RUNNING. I tell myself everyday “whatever it takes” meaning whatever it takes to reach my goal I will do. Trust God in everything you do cause without him you can’t do anything. Go after your goals never second guess yourself. I am getting a little tired but trust me I am going to KEEP RUNNING until I cross the finish line.

Friday, March 7, 2008

Survivors Rules…

Let it be heard and known that I don’t play games and honestly I don’t really get the whole ‘GAME’ when comes to dating. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. Clearly men find it difficult to believe a woman when she says that. I have been advised that it’s all a game until you are married. This presents a problem for me because I try to be as straight forward and direct as possible. There have been some recent weird changes in my so-called ‘dating’ life and I have decided to see if my readers can give me some help on what are the official ‘survivors rules’ of the ‘dating game'. I’m going to give you all some scenarios and I need your help.


1. If you text someone with concern (simply meaning “I’m just trying to see if you are alive and that everything is ok with you”) and they refuse to respond… what does that mean?
2. If someone ‘ignores you’ (voicemail, text, email) for more than three days after you had an ongoing friendship with them for over six months… what does that meant?
3. If someone asks you to be ‘honest with them’, and you do, and then they get upset… What do you do? Do people really want the truth?
4. Today, do most male and female want the relationship become sexual?
5. Men do you really like to chase?
6. Today, do most male and female expect the relationship to become sexual?
7. Does a relationship initially started in a nightclub realistically have a future?
8. If someone came up to you and truthfully stated “Hi, I think you are attractive and would like get intimate with you”… would you be offended, OR, would respect them for being honest? Does this person have a chance?
9. How can you tell if someone is starting to get too ‘attached’?
10. What is your #1 pet peeve when dating?

I hear so many stories about dating because everyone has been in the ‘dating game’ at some point of their lives. However people always find themselves saying “I just don’t understand why this happened?” I think if we had some official ‘dating game ‘rules that everyone used as a guide, maybe this dating thing could go a little smoother. Please let me know what you think because people are getting hurt out here.

Until next time on “The Journey of Ms. Devereaux”

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

TEXAS, What Happened?

Possibly I haven't paid close enough attention to the news as I should. However, last I read and seen from the rally at Reunion Arena, Barack Obama had Texas on lock. Granted since I am not in Texas I don't know what's really going on down there. and news reported tonight that people came out in record numbers to vote. There are pictures of people in lines longer than I have ever seen for voting in the Dallas/Ft.Worth area. On a positive note I am glad to see so many people came out to vote.

How did Hillary Clinton win Texas?

Did all these people go out and vote for her?

Did Hillary steal this vote?

I am confused, disappointed, and sick to my stomach because I honestly believed Barack Obama was going to win Texas.

I wanted to write a full blog but, I have lost my inspiration.

Let me know what you think, because I just don't get it.

Until next time on "The Journey of Ms.Devereaux"

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Your Good Friend and Mine...

It crawls through your ear like a worm entering your mind and eating away at chunks of your soul until it has completely consumed you. Stripping away dignity, respect, and honor, killing everything in its path, it doesn’t discriminate against race, culture, or gender. It has traveled the globe, has been around since the Garden of Eden and still going strong in the twenty- first century. Many people open the door and let it in, allow me introduce to you our good friend ‘Lying.’

Lying is a horrific act; particularly when told to someone you love or care about. Often times we feel as though we are protecting others from hurt, or keeping ourselves out of trouble. In reality we are being selfish. Lately I have wondered why we lie. I believe since we lie to ourselves it is effortless to lie to someone else. Lying is recreational like a sport, a game almost to see how much one can get away with.

It amazes me how we would rather look somebody dead in their face and tell them a lie rather than to risk telling the truth. Lies tear down people lives, relationship, and trust. Think about how you felt when someone you loved lied. Do you recall the disgust, resentment, uncertainty, and pain you felt when the lie was exposed? Lying destroys relationships and friendships daily.

The problem with a lie is that they are hard to keep up with and remember. There is always a point were you will get caught slipping. No one is a perfect liar. In dating/ relationship the simplest lies are told unnecessarily. The dating world wouldn’t really be a game if people didn’t lie. If you are in a relationship, please respect your mate enough to tell them the truth. The fact of the matter is that the truth hurts, but to be trapped in a lie is like death. A man/ woman who cheat on their mates have to lie to such a great extent that everyone ends up losing. However, if that man/woman had been honest with themselves about whatever is causing them to cheat, there would be no need for a lie.

I believe the key is to be honest with yourself first, and then you will be honest with others. If the truth was told more often we would find ourselves in less awkward situation. There are milliseconds between a question and the answers were you chose to tell the truth or a lie. If you don’t feel guilty when you lie you have been lying for way to long.

I challenge you to go a full day, 24 hours without telling a lie and tell me what happens.

Why do you lie and why do you think people lie?

“The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves. We live in denial of what we do, even what we think. We do this because we're afraid. We fear we will not find love, and when we find it we fear we'll lose it. We fear that if we do not have love we will be unhappy.” - Richard Bach

Until next time on "The Journey of Ms. Devereaux

Friday, February 15, 2008

Nas Has Lost His Mind...

I am not sure if you guys have seen or heard about this. Personally, I don't understand why he believes he can or should take the time to change or even discuss this issue. There are so many other things he could have chose to talk about. Here are a few...

Fatherless children

Uneducated Children

Crime killing young black children

Poor Haitains Eating Dirt

Click here and watch the video of Nas explaining to CNN.

I don't understand this guy and I would like to know what you all think. Like my cousin says I am really scratching my head on this one. This is the last thing we need while a black man is running for President. Is it just me or is Nas losing his mind!!!

Monday, February 11, 2008

Do you agree?...

A friend of mine sent this to me and I would like know what you guys think about this list. Do you agree? What would you add or delete?

A Woman Should Know:
To love herself
Money Management
How to do her hair/makeup
Take care of their bodies (workout)
They need to have the reliable "lil black/red dress"
Control their emotions
Say what they mean
Don't ask questions they don't want the answers to
Change a tire
A man needs to be held too
She should have at least one real male friend (nothing more nothing less than friendship)
PMS is not an excuse
Find yourself before you find a man
Men are insecure about their bodies too
Exes do make us uncomfortable
The difference between a phillips and flat head screwdriver
How to use at least one power tool
One sport
Name of a team in that sport
A player on that team
Maybe a fact about the sport
Cook at least one thing off the chain

Every man should know:
how to change a diaper
how to clean/cook/wash clothes for himself
that a woman also wants to be seduced
that a woman loves a man who smells amazing.
how to really kiss
how to caress
how to use his hands...i.e. fix things around the house, in the car
that paying for dinner is not outdated
how to be romantic
that a woman is not a mind reader that is why we ask so many expressive, communicate!!!
reading is fundamental
how to manage money
that investing early is the key to success
what type of person they would like to be in the have a plan
drinking themselves under the table is not cute
to show their emotions
know at least one "chic-flick" they can tolerate and appreciate
be consistant
Ask questions...don't guess.
be a comfort not a "mr. fix" it

Thursday, February 7, 2008

I Love You...

“I love you” is an extremely powerful phrase. Often times it’s misused. There are times when friends cross my mind, and I don’t have anything to say, but I just want to let them know that I am thinking about them. Recently, I called a friend and all I could think to say on their voicemail was “I love you”. Little did I know how it would impact my friend and whatever was going on their life. This got me to thinking how often do we say this phrase and really mean it? Whether it’s a mate, friend, family, or church member, I believe saying “I love you” is just as heartfelt as a hug, smile, or kiss.

Often times we get caught up in our busy lives and assume that those we love should just know how we feel about them. Although you may think you show it in your actions, it makes a HUGE difference when you say it. You never know what a person is going through. This life we live can get so hard and knowing that someone loves you can give you just enough of a push to keep going.

Remember we aren’t able to control the time we have with our love ones. Each day try to make the effort of letting those close to you know you love them by saying “I love you”. It really can make a difference especially if you show it in your actions as well.

I really don’t have much more to say about this subject, but I think you all get my point.

Until next time on “The Journey of Ms.Devereaux.”

Monday, January 28, 2008

MSCH Disease…


MSCH is affecting all humans worldwide and everyone is at risk. After extended research of this new disease my team and I became concern and felt it was our American duty to save all my readers before they became infected. For those who may have already been infected with this terrible disease there is hope. Recently I was tested and given antibiotics to assist in controlling this disease. If you are wondering how you know if you may be infected I have taken the liberty to make a list of the ten most common symptoms….

1.If you log on daily or more than once a day.

2.If you tend to research (stalk) strangers or other addicts you know.

3.If you take pictures especially for this purpose.

4.If you have backgrounds saved on your hard drive for next time you decide to change it, and you change your background more than 6 times a month.

5.If you find yourself saying the phrase…look me up and send me a message, instead of giving your phone number.

6.If you have 6 photo albums and 3 slide shows with pictures ranging from your birth to your adult life including all family and friends nation wide and you are 46yrs old. Yet you still feel the need to update current photos of yourself.

7.If you find yourself saying this phrase…Oooh I am going to put this song on my page. Or you steal songs from other addicts pages.

8.If you feel like it is your civic duty to publicize your REAL mood each day on your page.

9.If you have 2563 friends and you only know 10 of them and the tenth one is Tom

10.If you portray yourself as something you aren’t…example: Model/Actress when you have never seen a professional camera nor have you ever been in a something as simple as the church Easter play.

11.No, I am just going to stop here because I would be blogging all day. I take that back, I am going to go ahead and say it. My pet peeve is when people put phrases on their pages and we all know they are talking to someone in particular. For goodness sake why not just tell them yourself. You know where their page is.

One more thing, in the About Me part, could you tell at least a small version of the truth?

Yes folks that’s right you are a MySpace Crack Head if any of the above fits you. Of course I could go on and on about this addition, but these are just my top ten. Feel free to contact us if you know of other symptoms or for assistance and help.

Until Next time on “The Journey of Ms.Devereaux”

Thursday, January 24, 2008

But She's WHAT ?!?!... (click on the words in orange)

She IS...

EVERYONE she meets loves her, and the list goes on, but most of all…she loves and respects her black man.

Let me tell you just a little more about her, she has blonde hair, blues eyes, and pale skin. That's right, she is WHITE! Yep, a Caucasian -- for you educated folk!

Wait...before you let your blood pressure get high, let’s take a moment and sort this whole interracial relationship (mainly Black Man/ White Woman) thing out. First, I personally have never paid attention or cared about interracial relationships. But, I did think that no one could care or understand a black mans struggle and pain like a Black Woman could. However, you all know that being in Chicago has opened my eyes to things that didn't cross my mind in TX.

Countless times I watch Black Women get emotional when they see Black Men with White Women and you can see the steam bursting from their ears. It seems to be extremely enraging for educated, strong, beautiful, and kind Black Women to see a Black Man with a White Woman. On the other hand, however, it is extremely painful or annoying for a Black Man to walk pass countless Black Women and get a cold shoulder or narrowed eyes, as I have observed numerous times (not everyone, so don’t take it personal).

Plenty of times I have asked (and some of you also) Black Men this question, "Why would you get in a relationship with a White Woman?” The common response is "less drama.” We can argue all day on whether or not that is true. What I have noticed is that white women tend to be friendlier, more open, easy going, and generally non-confrontational. I know your response "White Women don't have the same struggle as we Black Women do, so that’s why it’s easy for them to be friendly.” Is this really a true response? Being polite and cordial with a smile is a choice.

I think we should be more open to love verses color. Also, we need to take a look at ourselves before getting upset at someone else’s preference. So I ask...

When you first started reading this post did you think she was Black?

So she’s White, does it matter if she gives all that to her man?

What are your thoughts on this type (Black Man/White Woman) relationship?

Is he CRAZY to let this White woman go, just because she doesn't fit someone else's mold?

Are we driving our Black Men away?

Faithful readers I want to ‘hear ya’ on this subject, as it’s a huge concern for Black Women (and White Men). And, I am very interested in hearing what your have to say. Men PLEASE respond. Folks, tell me if I wrong about this.

Until next time on “The Journey of Ms. Devereaux"