Top Novelist feels pressure to dumb down–Wow and I though that only African American authors were encouraged to write novels with thinly veiled storylines warped by gratuitous sex, violence, drugs, prostitutes and street life…oh wait…it’s still just a black thang.  Margaret Drabble’s publishers haven’t asked her to dumb down…yet…and there in lies the rub…many African [...]

It’s been over ten years since Big was killed. I grieved for him for a very long time. And then, as time passed, the icy wall of grief surrounding my heart began to thaw and I began to heal. I remarried, had more children, and continued to record and release more music. I continued to live my life. And while I can never discount the time I spent with Big, I’ve never felt the need to live in the past.