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Oooh, and I like it…

February 3, 2013  |  Culture, Family, Teaching  |  1 Comment

As we settle into Negro History Week Black History Month (Big love to Carter G. Woodson), I realize that I’m long overdue for my “January month-in-review” post. Kass is probably working on hers too, as January was a HUGE month for us. Here are the things that made the Minor household the place to be this month:

  1. Toilet Paper. Aside from it’s obvious intended use, Toilet paper is perhaps the best toy ever invented. Soleil and I spent three hours the other Wednesday unrolling a pack of it. Her blocks cost $10.00. She plays with them for maybe 30 seconds. Roll of toilet paper: $0.88 — THREE HOURS! Folks, that is value.

    This is how we roll.

    This is how we roll.

  2. I’m working to digitize my classroom library using this tool by Booksource. It creates a database of each book in your classroom. Kids check out books just like at the New York Public Library. You can evaluate reading trends in your room from the checkout data, and it even has a harass function for when kids don’t turn books in on time. Every time a kid checks out a book, I feel like a complete badass. I need some theme music. (Also check out Class Dojo — behavior management tools for your SmartBoard? Yes, please.)
  3. Theme music. A$AP Rocky’s new album, LONG.LIVE.A$AP. I don’t love this album. I respect it. A$AP Rocky’s latest is a lovingly written lit review of the boom bap that us Golden Age Hip hop cats grew up on. Rocky is a sonic Alex Haley. He’s a man in search of his roots. The album itself does not disturb me (well, maybe that one track with that buffoon, 2 Chainz). What disturbs me is what he found while on that search. LONG.LIVE.A$AP is equal parts TRU, Scarface, UGK, DJ Screw, Bone Thugs, NWA and OutKast. Not a bad thing to be, considering the cultural potency of the source material. It just makes me wonder. Is this ALL that we left to this generation of kids? Hip hop, we have a lot more work to do on our legacy.
  4. While technically not a January thing, it was cool to see the Ravens win the Super Bowl. All the talk of Baltimore this month reminded me that I had not re-watched The Wire in some time. This show is like a good book. You just keep returning to it. If you have not watched this show in it’s entirety, then I feel bad for you…
  5. Speaking of books that I keep coming back to, Kass is Reading Neal Stephenson’s Reamde for the first time. I might re-read it. This book was delicious the first time I read it. If you like video games, spies, midwesterners, freedom, or have ever been the only black person on a farm before, you should probably read it. Pillow talk is about to get a lot more interesting this month.

Have a great February.


Style Metamorphosis

January 27, 2013  |  Culture, Family  |  No Comments
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Sneaker Bliss.Brooklyn has rubbed off on me. One of my favorite finds.


Post pregnancy, one can feel pretty frumpy.  However, post-post pregnancy, you get your body back (albeit a few extra curves), and you suddenly realize that your entire closet is full of maternity clothes covered in cat hair and a bunch of stuff you bought three years ago when you were sporting a Tomboy with flowers look.

Needless to say, I have nothing to wear.

And for those who’ve known me for a minute, I used to have style. The make-my-own stuff, vintage jewelry deluxe, peppered with Akron good will style.  I used to meddle in KSU’s School of Fashion, meeting famous folks like Anna Sui and producing student fashion shows. I even subscribed to WWD.

I had an affair with those “glory” days when Cornelius bought me a sewing machine for Christmas three years ago.  A few homemade dresses and skirts later,  I was pregnant.  For those of you who have been with child, you know how the story goes.  For those of you who have not, let me just tell you- fashion:pregnancy,  round hole:square peg.

For a while after you have your baby, you are completely distracted with cutedom and lost in baby care abyss-which is simultaneously wonderful and all consuming.  Around month 7, the sense of self starts to peak out above the water, and you find yourself dabbling in your own interests once again.

So, because my husband is so super thoughtful and had been listening to me babble about my lack of clothes, he gifted me a wonderful present for Christmas-4 hours with a personal shopper!  (He also heard that Tyson Chandler did this for his wife and thought it was an incredibly bright idea). First of all, four hours of shopping is a gift within itself.  Four hours of shopping with someone to do all the dirty work for you-now that’s pure delight.

Fours hours of shopping later, to some extent, I have regained my sense of style.  And while I don’t like to dwell on the materialisms of the world, and could certainly go on quite happily without the extra frills of a dope wardrobe, sometimes, you just have to say to yourself, Why not?

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1) Say Yes to Jewelry. Superbly pretty, attained in NYC.

2) Pink Pants? I think so.

3) Tims! : The ultimate accessory.





Living the Dream

January 20, 2013  |  Family  |  1 Comment

The Happiest Moments in Life.

Every Monday, I have to leave my little munchkin at 7:30 AM. and I don’t get to return to her until 4PM for the next five days.  I know this is somewhat of a small-fry situation considering our babysitter just got to see her oldest son for the first time in 12 years last month, but the longing to be with my little one at all hours of the day hasn’t left me since I went back to work full time, and that was in September. In a few weeks, my husband will be gone for half a month doing business on the other side of the world, a fact of our lives that is still hard to get used to.

Growing up, I never really considered the modern fantasy  that includes a wedding, a baby, and a fully loaded kitchen. Well, perhaps some consideration was inspired by my fully loaded Fisher Price play kitchen, but that fantasy was diluted by the time I spent my first week in college when I was introduced to an all access cafeteria food card.  No further cooking for myself needed.


Kass and Friends, Kent State University, September, 2000.  Undoubtedly headed off to some dumb frat party.

After a relationship snafu in college, and another one shortly thereafter, I declared myself a Fiercely Independent Woman, and exemplified that position at almost every corner I turned-I played the field during my stint at The University of Chicago, decided that was for the birds. Briefly spent 4 weeks at Mom and Pop’s house to center myself. Then shook my inner universe by taking my two cats on a plane with me to NYC to court the city’s youth in classrooms and went on a quick trip to India during that same summer.  All that by the ripe old age of 23.


Mysore, India. Summer 2006, 4 weeks before I started teaching in NYC.

The day my career began, I met Cornelius.  Four years later, we were married.  Two years later, We had a baby.  And while  I still held my autonomous nature close to my heart, I found that being a partner was more important to me. Recently, through motherhood,  I find a family symbiosis taking place, and it’s simply most incredible.

When I was pregnant, a friend of mine told me there is nothing in the universe comparable to having a child.  At the time, I thought it was a little bogus-I mean, most people have a kid or two and life goes on.  But, here I am.  Here we are.  And life’s biggest blessings lie to my left and right, one  playing Skylanders at the kitchen counter, and one dozing softly in her sweet little crib.


Living the Dream, March 2012

Although I never dreamt of becoming a mother and wife, those roles are heavy with virtue, and I carry them with pride.  I never fancied myself a stay at home mom, or a wife that makes dinner by 5PM every night.  Although those titles don’t bear the same cache of Fiercely Independent Woman, they are what I hold closest to my heart. These days, they are my fantasy.