Excerpts from the Diary of a Diva

What can I say about my new Mr. Wonderful? He's the most awesome guy I've met in a long time. This man is everything I've ever needed but never thought I wanted. He's thoughtful, kind, considerate, and attentive without being overbearing. He makes me feel safe and cared-for and he treats me like a lady. The funny part is that I met him while on my way to see Mr. Wright back in January. I was at the airport waiting to check my bag. As I stood there, this guy bypassed all of us to check his luggage. I'm guessing he checked in at home and thought he could circumvent the line. As the clerk directed him to the end, I thought to myself, That's right! Who do YOU think YOU are, trying to get out of this torture! The man in front of me turned around, took one look at me, and laughed out loud. He said, "Man, Black women can't hide anything on their faces!" I was so caught off-guard that I immediately started giggling. The conversation was really...

***Okay...I know that it's been well over a month since we celebrated Valentine's Day. However, I thought this post was worth sharing even now. Enjoy!*** Today is the day we celebrate love. Well, at least that's what all the diamond, greeting card, and chocolate pushers would like for us to believe. We get all geeked up to show everyone how much care for each other. My question is why? Maybe I'm crazy, but I'd much rather know that someone loved me on a day-to-day basis as opposed to having a dramatic show of unattainable affection one day out of the year. I just think that this day makes some single women think they're missing out on something wonderful. As for me, I'm finally happy with my life and who I am. If someone wants to love me, that's great. After all, I'm a really good idea. If they decide against loving me, I'm okay because I know it's not my fault.

I've met someone. He's not someone I'd normally date, but he's really something special. He's older than I am. There are more years between us than a few, but we're still able to relate to each other. I've never been with a man who makes feel as safe and cared for as this one. He opens doors for me. He makes room for me at his house and in his life. He includes me in his plans. And he thinks I'm beautiful. Will this romance last? I don't know. What I do know is that I'm enjoying him. And for now, that's all that matters...

Today is the one-year anniversary of Granny's death. Even though I thought I'd be emotional, I'm really not. I still miss her. I still can't wrap my head around the fact that she won't come back. I'm still angry that she left me here. But at this moment, I'm okay. Of course, it hasn't been easy to get to this place. The last 366 days have been spent trying to learn how to negotiate a world that doesn't include my first friend and best magic. There are questions I'd love to ask her, but now I'll just have to rely on the knowledge she imparted to me while she was here. My heart still hurts when I see old women. Whether it's on television or out and about in public, the sight of them reminds me of my dear Granny. And if little children are in any way involved, it's almost too much for me to bear. It's not that it's particularly painful, but it just reminds me of what I've lost. And actually, that's not even an a...