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An Open Letter to You

Dear Readers,

I don't know how many of you there are, but I want to apologize for leaving you hanging. If you're a reader of this blog, you're probably either a) in my close circle of friends or b) you discovered it on your own and you have no ties to me. Either way, I appreciate you more than you could ever know. You've given me the chance to air my frustrations and sort out my feelings without being judgemental. You've also allowed me to work out my writing style without having to take a class.

I'm coming to you now because I've been neglectful. I've started a new, more public blog, and I haven't been posting here as much. MackDiva Does Hollywood expounds on my background as an entertainment reporter. I'm trying to keep it updated as much as possible so that my new readers can get acclimated to my writing style as well as using it as a go-to spot for certain kinds of stories.

That doesn't mean that I won't come here to leave my personal t…

My Two-Cents on the Suleman Situation

Unless you've been under a rock, you've heard about the case of the 33-year-old California woman who just gave birth to octuplets. Not only is Nadya Suleman single and lives at home with her parents, she's also the mother of six other children. The recent birth brings her total to 14 children under the age of eight.

At this point, the questions are flying around -- why would anyone with six kids allow herself to be implanted with eight embryos? What fertility doctor would allow a woman with six children to have eight embryos implanted? Investigations are currently underway, and I'm sure the media will keep us abreast of her every move from now until Jesus comes.

While I personally think Ms. Suleman is insane, my problem with her is the same one I have with any single woman who chooses to become a mother without the benefit of a man. It's unfair to the child. Children deserve to have a mother AND a father.

Now don't get me wrong. I know that women are capable of ra…

Fat Tuesday Came Early for Lil Wayne

***Even though I usually leave the entertainment stuff to my girl, The CreaTiff One, I wanted to give my take on last night's festivities. Let me know what you think!***

If there's a recession going on, I couldn't tell at Lil Wayne's Pre-Grammy Awards Party Saturday night. The Mardi Gras-themed soiree was an exercise in decadence, to say the least. Cash Money Records held the red-carpet affair at The Montage, a swanky hotel in the heart of Beverly Hills. While publicists sent out releases to alert the media of a party, other details -- like location, time, etc. -- were kept tightly under wraps.

And speaking of red carpets, the one at Weezy's party was the coolest I've ever seen. Instead of having it in front of the hotel, they held it in the underground parking garage. Girls dressed in full Mardi Gras regalia handed out beads to the guests as they checked in. Some of the celebs making their way down the carpet included Danity Kane's Dawn Richard, Akon, produc…
I'm not a fan of resolutions, but I told myself -- in a low-key fashion -- that I was going to clear out the drafts in my list of posts. I started this one in July 2008. At the time, I wasn't able to share these thoughts because they were too personal. Enjoy!

I recently had an interesting conversation with my boss. For those of you who don't know, I'm working with children for the first time in my life. Their idiosyncrasies are as interesting as they are infuriating, and dealing with them on a regular basis is testing the limits of everything I know to be right and good.

Anyway, I was telling him about a particularly trying encounter I'd had with a group of teenage girls. They're not bad kids by any stretch of the imagination, however, I wasn't equipped to handle them. As any boss would, he said that I need to be ready for anything. When I reminded him that I'm still learning how to deal with the youngsters, he was like, "Well, you've been a kid …

What's a Girl to Do?

Okay...I have something I need to get off my chest. For some reason, people -- especially men -- are constantly getting the wrong impression of me. While I normally don't really care what people say or think about me, it's becoming a problem as I try to navigate the unemployment waters.

Case in point: I recently called a man I've known for a while because another friend of mine told me he had an opening. We spoke briefly, and he told me that his company had instituted a hiring freeze. That was cool, but then he said that he couldn't work with me anyway because, in his opinion, he'd never get anything done. Apparently I'd be too much of a distraction.

I was a little taken aback. While he and I have flirted -- I thought harmlessly -- I've never done anything to make him think I toss my affections around. In other words, what makes him think that I would even entertain him in that way? When I brought that up to him, he immediately said that it wasn't me -…

DC vs. The DNC -- A Study in Contrasts

During this election season, I've been blessed to attend two very significant events -- the Democratic National Convention in Denver and the inauguration of President Barack Obama in Washington, DC. Both of these events were historical and emotional for me, and I was glad I attended both. However, there were stark differences between the two -- at least for me.

Traveling companions
I'm a firm believer that who you're with can make or break a trip. When I went to the DNC in Denver, I was with my new friends from California. Even though I'm usually not a fan of traveling with strangers, I really appreciated these women. They're a really great bunch, and we worked well together. We arrived on Tuesday and stayed until Friday.

On the other hand, I wanted to experience the inauguration with folks who were more familiar to me. That's why I traveled to New York City to be with the girls and guys who have become my second family. We then took a bus to Washington, DC for th…

The Final Word on Mr. Wright

I've been trying to figure out why I was so willing to believe the line of jive that Mr. Wright was putting down. I'm an educated woman who's lived all across the country by myself, yet I listened to a man I already know isn't capable of either telling the truth or loving anyone but himself. If anyone else had told me that they were going through what I was going through, I would've called them crazy. Yet there I was, willing myself to believe something my heart knew couldn't possibly be true. What in the world is wrong with me?

After turning the thought over and over in my mind -- and watching a back episode of Private Practice -- I've come the conclusion that I just don't want to end up alone. When I was growing up, my grandmother was friends with Ms. May. Ms. May went to our church and lived on our street. Unlike Granny, who'd raised five children, Ms. May didn't have any kids. As they got older, Granny had us to come visit her, and Ms. May ha…

25 Things You Didn't Know About Me

Okay...I need to apologize to those of you who actually read my gentle musings because I haven't updated anything in a while. I've started a number of postings, but I haven't had the guts to actually publish them. However, I feel as if I need to give you something to contemplate while I get myself together, so I'm going to borrow a page from my good friend, Angela. There's a note going around Facebook that asks that you share 25 things about yourself with your friends. Angela published hers on her blog, and I'm going to follow her lead. Look out for more on the Mr. Wright situation and my Inauguration trip soon. For now, enjoy...

1. I hate lies and liars. Period.

2. I'm deathly afraid of ants.

3. Even though I know most people in the Gospel industry, most of them don't know what I do. I executive produce remotes for Rejoice, but I've hosted my own show on Sirius Satellite Radio since 2001. In addition, I wrote entertainment news for ABC Radio Networks …