One Black Man’s Silent Struggle

April 2015

“Ky, please pray, your cousin is missing and has not been home since Wednesday.”

I received this text as I was leaving a talk at the Schomburg on a Thursday night. Let’s just say I immediately lost my appetite and a sense of worry overwhelmed me. Where was he? I spent the rest of the night praying before falling asleep. I knew he didn’t have any friends so if he was missing something probably happened to him. I thought the worst, as we all do in times of turmoil. My mind went over all of the times I could’ve told him I loved him or been there for him and yet I chose not to. Life is so short and within a blink of an eye, your whole existence could change. I imagined life without him for a split second and couldn’t bare it. He needed to come home.

The next morning I received a text from my mother saying my cousin came home in the middle of the night. Thank you, Jesus. A sense of relief came over me until I questioned his whereabouts for the last couple of days. Apparently, he was riding the trains back and forth. Not the same train, different trains. I am not surprised by this revelation but I am worried. His condition is seemingly getting worse. Continue reading “One Black Man’s Silent Struggle”

Reclaiming My Beauty

IMG_7477When I was 10-years old, I overheard a family member tell someone that she thought I was cute, not pretty, not beautiful, just cute. I was taking a nap on the couch and woke up in time to hear her conversation. It damaged me. I pretended like I was asleep, but turned around to hide the teardrops falling from my eyes.

For years, I looked at myself as just cute, not pretty, not beautiful, but cute. In reality, I questioned why others didn’t view me as I viewed myself. I loved my skin color. I am amber brown, a combination of my mother’s fair skin and my father’s rich dark skin. I have beautiful full lips, big brown eyes, as bright as the sun and a button nose. I have a small gap in my teeth, which adds to my beautiful imperfections. My hair is cotton soft and was never really able to grow very long (it has a mind of its own). I loved who I saw looking back at me when I looked in the mirror, but to others, I guess I wasn’t good enough.

When I was 15, my boyfriend told me “You’re Beautiful” for the first time in my life, I heard those words; it made me love him even more. My whole worth was warped into how he viewed me. I wanted to be his ideal; I wanted to remain beautiful in his eyes. Once our relationship ended, I was completely lost. I spent years trying to reverse the effect that he had on me. I was insecure and I felt rejected. Who would ever love me as much as he did? Who would ever view me as beautiful again? I was broken. Continue reading “Reclaiming My Beauty”

EnVision & Sip

Every year, I try to throw a shindig that gets all my friends together under one roof. Sometimes we get so distracted by everyday life that we forget the importance of maintaining relationships. Last year was a happy hour, the year before was a dinner party, and this year was my vision board party. On Saturday I gathered a few of my friends for Envision and Sip. It was such a positive afternoon filled with laughs, great food, and collaging. The highlight of the night was when each of us revealed our vision board and explained the trajectories in life we would like to take. We learned from one another, we were able to be vulnerable, and transparent. I hope this event changed the lives of my attendees because mine sure was changed. I now have 10-people holding me accountable for the goals I spoke into existence that day.

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Black History Month is Here!

Black History Month is one of my favorite times of the year. I love my history! When I was about 10 years old my aunt took me to the Schomburg Museum for the first time and I was able to see actual slave shackles that wrapped around the legs and hands of my ancestors as they came over to the Americas from Africa. I was moved by that moment and made every effort to learn and understand the plight of blacks. To commemorate this year, I plan on sharing some of my favorite African American literature, which I’ve read throughout the years that not only enlightened me but changed my perspective on race, race relations, and my role as a black woman in this world.

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Reserved Redefined

Reserved: set apart or kept for a specific purpose

I’ve been battling this idea of Purpose for a long time. Now more than ever I have this feeling that I much rather live in my purpose, doing something that I love and always wanted to do, rather than chase money. My heart turns over when I hear countless people work for the sole purpose of money “chasing money” being all about their “paper” because what kind of peace can that bring to your life? The irony of monetary gain is that you’ll never have enough, thus you’ll always be chasing but I know I want more. There has to be more to life. There has to be a reason why God deemed me necessary to be on this earth.
UP-Purpose-DefinedWOne Saturday in 2012, my mom dragged me to an event hosted by an amazing women’s organization. I say dragged because I really didn’t want to go anywhere that my mom would enjoy; it was an automatic inclination that I would hate it. Yet unbeknownst to me, this event changed my life. I learned the meaning of purpose. I learned what it looked like to be a woman of purpose as all the women at this event were not only God-fearing women but classy and successful as well. I listened as the keynote speaker laid out ways to live in purpose and I left this event feeling rejuvenated and enlightened. I wanted to find my purpose. The only question was, how?

IMG_4545A few months later, I was given an opportunity to work on Reserved. Reserved was a vision of my dad who wanted to introduce women programming to his network, Soundbooth TV. It was a true calling as the heavens opened and the angels were singing. I’ve always wanted to work with women. Ever since I could remember I searched for ways to empower women, and now a whole operation was being handed over to me at no cost; the only thing I had to do was make Reserved thrive.

c4ef05_094f449b1e5b44859a907faace8317d8.jpg_srz_p_630_840_75_22_0.50_1.20_0Initially, the exchange between my dad and me was a no brainer. I would introduce a new roster of interesting topics that all women would appreciate; I would change the look and the feel of Reserved and turn Reserved into something I knew it was capable of being. Reserved would be huge because there were hardly any shows showcasing millennial women who are smart and ambitious doing great things with their lives and having a platform to discuss the issues they care about. I wanted to show the world that women did not have to be against one another but for each other. I wanted to change the game.IMG_1375 However, as time progressed, my vision got fuzzy. I became fearful of failure. What if no one responded to this? What if people would not support it? What if it was done by someone else already? I struggled with the premise of Reserved as well; would it be a Christian based show? or would Reserved address the issues that all women faced-Christian or not? Would Reserved be like any other bubble gum talk show or would it hit home for many women as we explored the hard truths of womanhood? I struggled internally with my own capabilities. I was insecure. I never produced or directed anything a day in my life, how would I know if what I was doing was right? I was afraid that my inexperience would be seen by others. I was doubtful of my capabilities of taking this project to the next level, it all seemed impossible. I talked myself out of this opportunity. I let the devil feed my mind with lies that I was not good enough or that I wasn’t even enough. As time went on I continued to push through with the project spending countless nights up editing the website, creating press kits, researching, sending emails and I felt like everything I was doing was in vain because I no longer believed in myself.  I had too many people telling me how to run Reserved. I had too many people dictating to me how Reserved should be and what they would and would not do. Too many egos, too many disorganized meetings,  and I realized everything that was going astray was solely because of me. I lost sight of the mission, I lost sight of the vision. I lost sight of the purpose and because I lost sight of the true meaning of Reserved my team did as well. It wasn’t about scripts, makeup artists and what clothes everyone would wear. It was about bringing the stories of women to the forefront, giving women a voice. Reserved was really about the overall empowerment of women.

IMG_8322I needed a break and fast. I spent the year 2014 trying to find purpose outside of Reserved. I traveled all over Europe and explored cities that I’ve always dreamed of visiting. I realized that I had such a passion for travel. I went on to volunteer for an amazing travel platform for millennials in which I learned the ins and outs of a growing and thriving business. I got a promotion at work, I met an amazing guy and yet with all these great things happening in my life, something still didn’t feel right. Throughout the year I was constantly reminded of Reserved by pictures, friends, family, my dad, all wanting to know what happened? Every time they asked, I felt discontented in my soul. I knew I was running, but when something is meant for you to complete, nothing you do can keep you away from it. I knew one day I would have to confront Reserved again.  Yes, I thought if I could just find other interests in my life then all would be well but to be honest I found purpose in Reserved. Reserved was something I could call my own. It was a creation that gave me extreme purpose. Not only was I just Kydee, but I was Kydee the producer, director, stylist, blogger, marketer, talent scout, administrator, and visionary. I learned a true lesson of life from Reserved, that we are who we want to be and with that being said I could no longer run away from my purpose.

IMG_2637 So today, I make a declaration to work my heart and soul into redefining Reserved in the year 2015, and what better time than the present, a new year is among us and I want to make this year great for Reserved. I am going to build a great team and great content. I am going to work hard to share stories and to make Reserved more interactive and engaging for our audience. I am going to redefine Reserved and just be better this year. I’ve matured greatly in the last year and I understand how amazing an opportunity Reserved is. I thank everyone who has supported us thus far and I hope and pray you will continue to do so. If at first you don’t succeed try and try again and I am making an oath to try until Reserved is as successful as I originally envisioned it to be.

Motown: The Supremes

They started out with the nickname”No-Hit Supremes” and went on to become one of the biggest pop girl groups of all time. I recently became fascinated with them after seeing “Motown the Musical” and when I say fascinated, I mean staying up all night looking at pictures, reading biographies and watching youtube clips of their performances. Sharing some of their amazingness with you guys:

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The Importance of a Weekend Trip

So often we look across the world to experience history and culture and we never think to look in our own backyard. This past weekend I decided to visit my friend Brittany in Philadelphia. We spent the first-night having careless fun which included fish tacos at a Mexican restaurant and Korean Karaoke. The following day I felt a little under the weather, so we got a bunch of snacks from the grocery store and watched Law & Order Criminal Intent all day. Finally, she convinced my sick self to get up and catch a movie which we did and it was awesome. Luckily for me, I got a double deal. We went to see the movie on the UPENN campus and I got to experience life as a Penn ivy leaguer, well sort of. That night, Britt made delish spaghetti and I called it a night unusually early.

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The next morning I felt so much better. We got an early start and headed to the Philadelphia Museum of Modern Art. I ran up the Rocky Balboa stairs like I was the champion himself. I had no idea about the significance of those stairs as it related to the movie. I saw people lined up just to get a picture with the Rocky statue and I eventually put two and two together. We headed straight to the museum and luckily for me my Penn State credentials granted me access to the museum at a discounted student rate.

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The museum was amazing, filled with a lot of antique furniture, portraits of George Washington, and breathtaking artwork. What captivated me the most was the medieval room which was an exhibit filled with military armory from the middle ages. Always assuming that this part of our history was somewhat fictional, it was a pleasant surprise to see the steel army wardrobe of the past on display.IMG_7615

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Outside of the museum was The Oval, which is a seasonal local festival. Brittany and I watched performances and drank apple cider while sitting on a haystack. We enjoyed taking in the amazing sights of this beautiful fall afternoon.

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I felt fulfilled as I headed back to New York. Who knew that the Philadelphia Museum was the first museum in the United States? I didn’t. Not only did I experience the culture, and a lot of history in a short 2-days, but this weekend seemed longer than ever. I was totally ready to head back to work and finally have something great to say when someone asked the quintessential “So how was your weekend?”

Who are you here with?

The question immediately made me feel like I didn’t belong like I was an outsider of some sort. In a lot of ways I was, however, it was too soon for my outlier complex to get the best of me.

I progressed into the country club, with a group of elitist African Americans who worked for a prestigious billion-dollar corporation. I was surrounded by the best of the best but I was new blood and they could smell it.

I proceeded to the bar, in hopes that a drink would calm my nerves and then to the hors d’oeuvres buffet where I munched on some delicious appetizers before being told to take my place in the dining room.

It felt like everyone was watching me, I wasn’t a part of any of their circles, I wasn’t best friends with their children, I was a guest of a guest, that guest being my dad, talk about three degrees of separation.

As the night went on, I began to loosen up and even received the chance to interview some of the honorees, yet I felt somewhat unworthy. I know I am super blessed to be among such influential people and I know God put me among these groups of people for a reason that is unbeknownst to me.

I ended the night feeling defeated. I didn’t belong, I would probably never have the country club membership and call executives from a billion-dollar company my friends. My heart hurt as I wanted to belong so bad but I felt like an obscure puzzle piece being forced to fit into the wrong puzzle. As far as I was concerned it would never fit.

#BringBackOurGirls

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Education is a luxury that many of us in the States take for granted. Yet, there are men, women, and children all over the world losing their lives and being kidnapped for this very thing. This week I learned that 276 young Nigerian girls were forcefully kidnapped from their boarding schools in the middle of the night and completely vanished without a trace.

Their fate? They would be sold as the wives of militant men (which is a nicer way of saying they’ll become sexual slaves) for as little as $12. The men who kidnapped them are a part of an extremist group called Boko Haram which can be translated to mean “Western education is a sin.” These girls had hopes and dreams of becoming teachers, doctors, and lawyers and now their fate is unknown. Far too many women on an international scale are denied the right to an education based on their gender. The harsh crimes that they must endure are becoming more prevalent in the news including the gunshot wound that almost took the life of Malala Yousafzai in Pakistan and the acid that was thrown in the faces of young schoolgirls in Afghanistan.

The Nigerian government is doing very little to find these young women and bring them home, which leaves it up to us to raise awareness about the cause and do something about it.

Despite the lack of news coverage on this issue, I am amazed by the power of social media which is actually where I first learned about this violation. Through the extensive use of photos, hashtags, and protests the issue is gradually coming to the forefront and receiving the national attention we all know it deserves. With the notoriety it’s receiving on social platforms we all should hope that the United Nations and our very own US government will begin to take extreme action. Sometimes, proximity plays a huge role in how we address issues, especially when something is going on far away from us. A lot of people develop the Out of Sight, Out of Mind mentality and we forget about our brothers and sisters abroad who need us to stand up for them.

#BringBackOurGirls is evolving into a life-changing movement that addresses issues that have been ignored for too long. Young women throughout the world want to be able to go to school and become professionals in their community yet they are faced with adversity including abuse and neglect by family and friends. Simultaneously young women are being kidnapped and trafficked into sexual slavery each day.

I believe it’s my duty to bring this issue to the forefront and raise awareness. Let’s start the conversation and #BringBackOurGirls.

20-Something Year Old Grandma’s

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Your friend asks you to hang out and you’re totally down, but when the time comes your bed feels more comfortable than usual, so you wait as if staying in bed will exude a mystical power that will convince your friend not to want to go anywhere…and then the text comes in…

Friend: Girl, I am so tired
You: Me too, such a long day
Friend: You still want to go
You: It’s up to you…I’m down for whatever
Friend: Maybe we should stay home
You: kk **Jumps out of bed and does the happy dance**

If this exchange sounds familiar and you are only in your twenties then you are a GRANDMA! You might be wondering, what makes me such an expert and it’s because I’m a grandma. I know I am. I’ve always preferred staying home than being out on the streets until the wee hours of the morning. I hate coming in when the sun comes out, it just ruins my sleep patterns. As much as I love fun and social gatherings, being home is just as fun.

See below, some signs of grandma-hood approaching prematurely upon you:

1-Your friend call’s you at 11pm and you’re already sleeping…ON A FRIDAY NIGHT!

2-Your idea of an epic night is staying home and watching movies in bed…bring on the Love Jones!

3-You’re totally over the “club” scene..but remember back in the day when the club was like reaching nirvana? It was just the coolest thing ever.

4-You use words like “Back in the day” (see #3).

5-When you actually do go out, every song that the DJ play’s you have to turn to the friend that is least likely to judge you and ask “What song is this?”