DON’T FORGET TO LOOK UP
I was in my car and had just dropped my son off at school. I took a deep breath because I was dreading the second part of my commute to work. I had to drive through the District of Columbia to get to my office in Virginia. That is a drive that taxes even the most experienced driver. I poke along inch by inch watching the more impatient drivers switch from lane to lane, as if it makes an ounce of difference. The radio is on but I am only half listening to the voices on talk radio espousing their two cent opinions about President Obama and the economy, foreign policy, heath care reform, or whatever issue was stuck in their craw for the day. I am also a bit antsy over the meeting that I have scheduled for the day and am going over everything in my head trying to assure myself that I hadn’t missed anything. Continue reading
by Lynnette McCollum
I have often been called “diva”. There was usually a noun that either preceded or came after the word diva. When I sang secular music, I was called Divalto. In my business career some of my staff referred to me as Mz. Diva. In my younger days amongst very, very close friends only I was referred to as “Divaho”. Now in that group of friends everyone had a “ho” attached to her name. There was Idaho (Ida), Taho (Tanya), Gloho (Gloria), and Sueho (Susan). My nickname however, had nothing to do with my real name. I don’t possess any exceptional beauty, I was not 36x24x36, nor was I an outright flirt. I was told that my name derived my inadvertent ability to “draw folks in”. Not just in the area of sexuality but in every aspect of my life, I radiated “that certain something”. I am now terribly embarrassed by colluding with that type of language and mentality and hate the fact that I allowed it to go on. Although the “diva” was intended as a term of endearment and compliment to me at the time, I now know that for me to allow that “ho” part to be tagged on was ignorant and unacceptable.
I can imagine that after reading the above you may determine that I am proud of the “diva” categorization. Well in all honesty, I guess I am. SHOCKED? Well, let me explain what I mean. I admit that initially, I was very uncomfortable with being called a diva anything. Did not like the attention it drew to me. I though people were saying I thought too highly of myself because, believe me I did not, but that is another subject for another time. The reason that I say I am a diva is because Continue reading