Adventures in AmbiLand

Ambi = Ethnically Ambiguous

It’s Love Week In AmbiLand! February 10, 2009

Hi (Love)Haters!!

In honor of my many many acquaintances who are incensed by the idea of Valentines Day (and many other mainstream American holidays for that matter) I would like to share with you all why I do in fact LOVE to celebrate holidays ESPECIALLY February 14th.


Cheer up, you 'ol 808 and Heartbreak-face mofos!! 😀

Intellectually, I can understand the opposition to a “made-up” holiday such as Valentines Day, but for me it has special significance.  My parents were married on Valentines Day in 1976, so this was always a day to celebrate in our house growing up.



Here’s the deal-  Holidays were one of the few times my father was able to be home and relax with our family.  My father was a doctor and he worked TIRELESSLY.  He would often leave the house way before the sun came up, only to return late in the evening.  He was only off every OTHER weekend.  He loved holidays like Christmas and Thanksgiving  although he worked through those too, only having off every OTHER year.

My father passed away from in April of 2004 from cancer. Saturday would have been my parent’s 33rd Wedding Anniversary.  I have always loved Valentines Day, but now I celebrate as yet another form  of remembrance. Getting married on February 14 has got the be the worlds biggest cliche! But were it not for my parents and their incredibly traditional union, Ms AmbiJawn might not even be here to talk about it now would she 😉

Give Thanks.

Give Thanks.

It’s just a day about love (as every day should be).  Why not celebrate??


Inaugural Connections: Not Bragging, Just saying… (c) K. Brooks January 21, 2009

When I was thinking of things to share with you (blogosphere), I made a note to self to post the 2nd verse of “Lift Every Voice and Sing” (aka The Negro National Anthem).

After revisiting this hymn shortly after the election, I was struck by the prophetic nature of the poem, penned by James Weldon Johnson in 1900:

Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chast’ning rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past,
‘Til now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.

(the bolded part is when the tears start flowing.)

Turns out Rev.  Joseph E. Lowery and I were on the same page as he chimes in with the 3rd verse:

Not bragging, just saying.  I’m honored by the connection.

Not trying to get too deep with y’all on a Weds 🙂  And honestly, I think it’s kind of weird that the main-stream media has been focusing so intently on slavery in connection with the election of our first “black” president- but that’s a whole ‘nother conversation.  Just thought I’d share.

Until next time….

“…we ask you to help us work for that day when black will not be asked to get in back, when brown can stick around … when yellow will be mellow … when the red man can get ahead, man; and when white will embrace what is right.”

(c) Rev. Lowery



(((it’s OK, even President Obama had to chuckle)))