She burned the hair in her brush and combs because she didn’t want the neighbor to get it and give it to birds, who would in turn make a nest out of it, which would cause her to become insane. How many times do I have to tell y’all that I can’t make this stuff up.

My first kiss was in the 5th grade. He was a safety patrol. You know, one of the kids that wears the bright orange cross-body straps and tells other kids to stop running in the hall.

It’s 8:30 in the morning and I am already thinking about dessert. I’m not hungry. I had a good breakfast- bagel and OJ. I’ll have yogurt and granola for a snack, and leftovers from last night’s dinner for lunch. I’m all set.

But once things got underway, Diva In Training and I sat arm-in-arm and watched history being made. My baby girl didn’t get my tears.

A few years ago, a very dear friend had a most hellacious year. We generally talked once a week or so and I knew that she was dealing with a serious depression. One particular day, I had the urge to call her from the minute my alarm clock went off.

Every year, I purchase various tools to keep me organized. As I was looking around my office this morning, I had to ask myself if maybe I tend to go a little overboard.

When the movie “Shaft” came out I was four years old. I was in my late teens, early twenties before I saw the movie without commercial interruption or the censoring of the curse words and sex scenes.

So Diva in Training got a Gameboy Color- purple, a Volkswagen Beetle for Barbie, more Barbies, an American Girl doll, and other stuff I can’t remember.