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Wind Beneath My What!

Nanna Boo Who, Guess who’s here. Oh My God. Get on in here!   Let Nanna’s age-old eyes peep at you. I can’t believe what a fine young lady you have become. My Grand-baby has really shot up from a string bean to a luscious young sweet potato. Nanna Boo Who isn’t that supposed to be OMG! No, whose writing this story. Okay! What brings you to my neck of the hood. Nanna, can’t you say the neck of your woods? Nanna could say a lot of things but the last time I did your mother got a whiff of what Mr. Roger’s taught in his neighborhood when he got pissed off.  Don’t you go saying the word pissed off to your MaMa? Grandma! Oh, Lawd! What did I say wrong? What did I forget? Whenever you call me out as Grandma instead of Nanna Boo Who something has gone south. Did you forget my birthday?  Child If Nanna forgets anything it would not be your birthday. I forgot my WordPress password and the support was wonderful. It has been so long since I had a new password. Thank You, WordPress! 🙂 Give Credit Where Credit is Due.

I went to your favorite website, Etsy.com to buy you a gift. As you say, “Dare to be different and Dare to own it.” Who taught me that? The one and only Nanna Boo Who. I would have loved if you baked my favorite German Chocolate Cake. Well, I did better than that. I ordered you a cake from Dean and Deluca. Nanna, you are all over the grid. Sho-Nuff!  I would have gotten the cake from Yummly.com but they were fresh out. Baby girl  I really appreciate you standing there with those big pretty hazel eyes and saying to Nanna, “It would taste better if you baked it.”  First, Nanna Boo Who there will be more TIME for your days to get things done that you need to get done. Second, I’m so glad and proud I can come over here and talk to you about things that are happening in my life.  Third, Nanna Boo Who, thank you for teaching me the Ist, 2nd, and 3rd rule to help organize my thoughts. The greatest gift shared is you accepting me and still being able to communicate with me as if you were my age. 🙂 Nope! Nope! I don’t want to be that age again.

So my Grand-baby is Sweet Sixteen. Girl, you are getting old. Step up here and give me a big hug and kiss. What do those little ears and big mind want to learn today? Nanna Boo Who,  what is your spin on the song Wind Beneath My Wings?  I never did like that song. Maybe I got the wrong meaning but that song rubs me the wrong way. As women growing up we weren’t taught to dream or nurture the thoughts of our ambitions.  Nanna, I thought you were going to say back in the day. No, I like being in the day, with the moment being now, and moving FORWARD.  I really hate those Uncle Lawrence stories. This is a new era and I want to see my granddaughter stand on her own two feet and not be under someones D*** wing. Sorry about that baby girl. That was a slip of the lip. Now when you go home make sure you don’t trip and use that word because your MaMa will flip the script.

There’s no boogeyman in the closet.  You can dream and shoot for becoming the next female President. You can become Lady Braveheart of Massachusetts like Senator Elizabeth Warren, or First Lady Michelle Obama (Queen Guinevere of 2016) who took her husband place when he leaves office. What a dream!  There are so many doors opening and the struggle has been horrendous for women. Baby-girl it is so many women out there who are Stumping and Trumping the yard with such greatness. Grandma, you forgot that I don’t dream. No, I didn’t. There is no need to call Iyanla Vanzant to fix your life.  How will I work around imagining my greatness?  The same way we have always worked with your unique abilities. We will point it out, pour on the concrete ideas. It gets even better. We will StumbleUpon new ideas, FaceBook it to your friends. I don’t have many friends. It is a new day of communication and being on the Grid will help.  If you are not comfortable, there is a way to monitor any strange comment by blocking or de-friending.  Also, clean out your profile. Tweet out your ideas or face-off with SnapChap. We can build the biggest collage of your dreams on Pinterest and Instagram.  Apple laid the groundwork for a new way of educating children/adults.  You know Nanna Boo Who got your back. I must continue to keep up so I can leave the doors of communication open. Nanna Boo Who thank you for continuing to learn and grow with me. I see your white hair but I can’t ever see you growing old. That is what modern technology does for the soul.

Baby girl we have a contender who thinks he is Julius Caesar. We all know how that history lesson ended. Someone needs to Tweet to this guy and tell him he is not the dressing on the salad.  Mr. Cesspool of Intentional Behaviors is straight up berserk for ever thinking he can become the President of the United States. This is his dream but for his constituents, it is a real nightmare.  He Tweets all the time. Just think of all the people under the wing of this guy. Concretely he would rule all, incarcerate common sense, banish dreams and reasonable ideas forever. Maybe I got the song Wind Beneath My Wings Wrong. For you, on your birthday I always want you to DREAM the way we have taught you using all the tools available to help you become successful. Grandma never wants you to become the backup generator for another person dreams.  Grandma doesn’t play that energize bunny Sh**. You are allowed to have and be motivated by your own dreams concretely or not.  Society tends to crush dreams and want people to settle for mediocre things. As long as you have breath in your body you will play more than one role in life.  Speaking of Wings, Nanna Boo Who did throw down your favorite dish. Guess! By the way, I did not forget the Louisiana Hot sauce. Happy Birthday, Baby Girl!

 

 

 

The Skin You Are In

We got the opportunity to peep through the lens of the INTENTIONAL BEHAVIORS at the highest level of government. So these are not your Everyday People. Sly And The Family Stones message of inclusion, “we got to live together”, hasn’t worked in all these years. The Neurological behaviors took a back seat and learn to take notice of their environment. I call that making progress. Getting NLD Syndrome to interact more with their environment and become more sociable would take them out of the stigmatizing category of being socially incompetent. Every characteristic of NLD Syndrome could be compared and contrasted to the intentional behaviors of the real crazies from the opposite end of the spectrum. NLD Syndrome came out smelling like a rose. Why! People diagnosed with NLD Syndrome do not wish to fail. The opposite end of the spectrum rallied in failure 42 Times and then some. The language changed along with the behaviors. It didn’t matter if the intentional behaviors were wrong. Those rotten Intentional Behaviors got away with their crimes and sins at least for now. Do you think it was because of money and the skin you are in? The one lens analogy on eyeglasses demonstrated faulty perception. We Needed An Interpreter to give clarity to What’s Going On. Even Marvin Gaye knows a war was not the answer but only love could conquer hate. The key players and war dogs/neo-cons at the opposite end of the spectrum haven’t done well this concept of Love and Happiness. Al Green like it and Edwin Starr would tell the war dawgs, “War what is it good for__Absolutely Nothing.” You are always Welcomed To My Blog. It will help give you a jumpstart. If that isn’t enough knock on the door and do an About Face and see how I got through my hunger pains and the motivation to proceed forward. There is always someone at Home. Make sure you knock hard enough because once you step through the door you will learn and I hope you continue to read more.

Well, the opposite end of the spectrum had an interpreter but he was also very misleading. You really need to be careful who is deciphering your information. You could end up in Russia. They might just have their own agenda to steer a person in the wrong direction. The opposite end of the spectrum misleading misinformation was to throw you off your game or take advantage of a person’s who can’t put all the pieces in place to get a whole picture. You no longer had to figure out what a person thought. Reading between the lines became obsolete. The abstract became concrete. Certain agencies with all of their spying became discreet.

Whether or not it was mental stability or mental illness it boiled down to the skin you are in. It didn’t matter if you were atheist, Catholic, a woman, an immigrant, latino, black or from the LGBT community. It didn’t matter if you were recognizable or unrecognizable. It is TIME for everyone to put on their choir robe and stand up and sing, “What Different Does It Make.” Can we get past the skin you are in?

Folks at the highest level of government got away with grandiose BS. They kept their jobs, got paid for doing absolutely nothing, vacation all the TIME and was awarded for their horrible Intentional Behaviors. They had me singing Rose Royce, Car Wash. All of a sudden Affluenza Syndrome rolled up on the scene and closed the umbrella down on Asperger, Autism, PDD, and other exceptionalities. Affluenza was rolled out as having so much money and influence. The person felt uncomfortable, wasn’t motivated, felt guilty and isolated. The rich became bored so they go out and kill someone. A judge comes along and declares this fictitious disorder kept the person from understanding the consequences of their behavior because they are too D.. rich. Unbelievable! NLD Syndrome was never on the Autism Spectrum. Now it is TIME to point out after 41 years of NLD Syndrome not making its way to the DSM 5 we have arrived on ELYSIUM. A make believed disorder, Affluenza, got recognition and got folks off the hook. It will never happen with NLD Syndrome or any other exceptionality.

Did I say ELYSIUM? The affluent and G money dawgs took it away and stole mental illness, healthcare and made off with the list. Transportation was blocked and reaching for the stars seemed impossible with a bully at the helm. The wealthy failed to realize killing is a no-no. Writing a check on a human life taken out is pretty D.. low. Whew! Straight up! Was it the color of the skin you are in? For the Elite-Si-Un-Nites, it is TIME to realize our world has changed into a broader spectrum of Black to Brown to Beige. The skin you are in should not determine the TIME served or “The Chair” the judicial system thinks one deserves. You know “THE CHAIR” has been a hot seat for the Master Mind of Design. Due to the nature of his abilities to be calm and laid back he did not blow himself up with his Nuclear Option. 🙂 As the Brain would say, “I don’t mind a step by step procedure as long as you do not leave out the major provisions. I would say, “Sweet potato pie isn’t any good without the sweet potatoes.” What did you get? Did you notice the skin the Brain was in? Run and get your choir robe and sing it with me again, “What Difference Does It Make.”

Jody Foster should take home two awards. My girl came out big pimping the Whitest suit I have ever seen portraying a pissed off Ann. Jody Foster showed what a Bratty A.. rich society thinks about the poor and the middle class. I pulled out my iPod and began to listen to Stevie Wonder’s Living For The City. What was Annie up to? Ann was so determined to overthrow the Brain and seize the “The Chair.” Once again her Boy on a failed mission had lost “THE CHAIR” and gave away his signature plan. We saw who won and we know who cares. Finally, the Brain said it. Yes! We are back on earth again and Spike Lee could have made ELYSIUM in Massachusetts and saved on his budget. It is going to be hard for the Elite-Si-Un-Nites who failed to unite. Spike Lee can be angry at me instead of Tyler Perry. I hope their disagreements got squashed.

2014 has arrived. Are you ready to connect the dots and bridge the gap? If you are coming to this blog for the first TIME and you have no clue about NLD Syndrome we need to go in search of the list. Almost every characteristic of NLD Syndrome was mirrored by the opposite end of the spectrum Intentional Behaviors. We got a closer look at rudeness, poor judgment, disorganization, naiveness, decision-making, and not being able to adapt to changes. We know who are Ruthless People. We know who gets blamed for ruthlessness. We know who did not care about failure and it wasn’t who you think. NLD (Nonverbal Learning Disabilities) a Neurological Syndromes with Unintentional Behaviors sat back and observed from the Flip Side Of The Chart and was totally amazed. The opposite end of the spectrum showed their monkey A.. and stole the list. What was on that list? What person or persons do you know Rocked the List in 2013? It is Time to find out The Truth About NLD Syndrome And Who It Resembles. What Skin Are You In? Time to go in search of the list.

Let Fathers Be Fathers

This experience is frightening for me. Our son has to go through a diagnostic evaluation to see if he has a learning disability. He was fine until he reached middle school then his grades begin to drop. The more things he had to do on his own he just didn’t seem to be able to get organized for his school work. I thought it was because his grandmother passed away. Quincy and his grandmother were so close. She practically raised him from a baby. His mother, Catherine, worked two jobs and her mother offered to help us out. JoAnn, Catherine’s mother, was a diabetic. I always felt my wife should quit one of her jobs so we could spend more time with Quincy. I didn’t mind making the sacrifice to work the extra hours. I wanted at least one parent to be with Quincy so he wouldn’t feel he was so alone. She was forced to quit one of the jobs after her mother died. I don’t know if she resented coming home.

I worked for the railroad. It was a fairly decent pay when I put in the extra long hours. Milton, a long time co-worker, and my best friend had a son diagnosed with autism. He shared many stories about his son. Milton’s stories frightened me because they always seemed to be so closely connected to my life. It appeared that Milton and his ex-wife had problems regarding their son being autistic. Later I learn Milton’s ex-wife had trouble with any women coming around her son or dating Milton.

Milton had gained full custody of his son. He was very proactive in his son’s life. Milton had started an autism support group. He had invited me several times. It always made me feel as if Milton was so many steps ahead of me. He continued to ask me to come and participate in the Autism group. Some parts of me wanted to attend but the other half of me was afraid. For some reason, I could see part of my life being like Milton. It felt like the movie Face Off.

Catherine and I had trouble in our marriage. She blamed herself for not being there when her mother passed away. We had problems before her mother ever came to stay. Her mother’s presence helped relieve a great amount of stress in our household.

JoAnn was so patient and kind with Quincy. She was Quincy’s rock. Catherine and I were so tired after working so many hours. It left us no room to deal with Quincy’s problems. It didn’t allow him the ability to process when he became angry and frustrated. JoAnn would always tell Catherine, Let Fathers be Fathers and Deal With It. Let the boy’s father deal with his behavior. Catherine was quick-tempered and lacked patience. It would make Quincy’s behavior become very explosive.

More and more Quincy’s behavior started changing and he begins to sleep a lot. I became greatly concerned because I thought Quincy was slipping into a state of depression. Catherine said Quincy just wanted attention and he was just lazy and she didn’t have the time to be bothered with his foolishness. Where did that response come from? When I ask her about her statement, she glared at me with her lip twisted and stormed out of the room. I guess that was my answer. We had begun to argue more frequently.

I was all for the evaluation but Catherine would get upset every time I would try to talk about it. We were getting closer to our evaluation date. Catherine had almost totally shut down. The moments of silence were killing me and I just couldn’t take it anymore. Every time I would try to discuss how we could help Quincy she would bring up her father and how he would deal with the situation. Catherine was very close to her father. At the age of 17, her father died on his way to work of a stroke. She always compared me to her dad. At first, I didn’t mind. I kind of thought it was an honor until I talked to JoAnn. Before Catherine’s mother died we had this conversation about JoAnn’s husband. He wasn’t the man my wife made him out to be.

In the heat of the moment, I tried to get Catherine to talk. When she mentioned her dad my head spun around like I was the star in the Exorcist. The next thing I knew I had revealed what Catherine’s mother had told me about her dad. At that moment I realized from the look on my wife’s face she never knew. My heart-felt as if it was going to come through my chest. I would never say or do anything to hurt Catherine. It was all over. Catherine ran into the bedroom and started grabbing her clothes out of the closet. I was trying to prevent her from leaving and I don’t remember what happened after that. I have tried to relive that moment in the bedroom a thousand times. The only thing I do remember is I was trying to guard my face. When I looked down, my shirt was bloody. From the mirror in the bedroom, I could see scratches all over my body. I called Milton to see if he could pick Quincy up from school. He never asked for an explanation.

Everything was going through my mind. Did she call the police? When were the police going to arrive? Whatever happened in that bedroom, Catherine never came back. The police never showed up. Who said that men don’t cry. I cried for days and days. I love my wife but we always seem to communicate with other people. That did not help our marriage at all. Months had passed and finally, I got a call from one of Catherine’s longtime friends from New York. Beverly told me Catherine was granting me full custody of Quincy. Before I could ask about Catherine, I was listening to the dial-tone. Just when I thought I had pulled myself together the crying came back. Here was my son asking all these questions and I had no answers. Quincy and I had to move on.

Quincy did get evaluated and he was diagnosed with NLD Syndrome. I have full custody of Quincy now. He often asks me if he was the cause of his mother leaving. He wonders will she ever come back. I wonder the same. Catherine and I never really communicated what was on our minds and in our hearts. We were both too young to have children. I am seeking professional help. There is so much I need to work through. I don’t want to be an angry parent. This isn’t just about my life. I need to be sure I don’t damage Quincy’s life. He has a lot to deal with. I will be right there for him. I have a lot to learn about NLD Syndrome. Milton is helping me to set up a support group and build a website. Yes, I am afraid that I will keep my promise to Quincy’s grandmother. Let Fathers be Fathers and continue to advocate for their children’s needs. Let Fathers be Fathers and understand the social and emotional part of their children’s life. Let Fathers Be Fathers and show the love, support, and embrace their child’s weakness just as they would rally around their strengths. JoAnn is probably looking down on me and Quincy today. As JoAnn would say, Let Fathers be Fathers and Deal With It.

DEDICATION: This story is dedicated to a young man who had to deal with it. He has done an exceptional job and is very supportive of his family and children. He would make any mother proud of how he is handling his life and the lives of family and friends he has touched. This one is for you, Willie Watson.

Welcome to my Blog!

The doors are open. Sure! Come on in. We have embarked upon a new year and it is TIME for some changes up in the House. Once you crossed the threshold there is no turning back. What do we WELCOME? We WELCOME change, growth, progressiveness, diversity, and inclusion. In the words of AL Green–LOVE and HAPPINESS. It makes you want to do wrong or make you want to do right. It can make you come home early or make you stay out all night. Whatever it makes you do, we will find out whether or not it was INTENTIONAL or UNINTENTIONAL. Let’s see who is ROCKIN’ THE LIST. Let’s see who will be thrown off the MENTAL CLIFF.

I am happy to have you here. Please take your time, read my blog, and help spread the facts about NLD (NONVERBAL LEARNING DISABILITY). What is that? It is a neurological, neuro-behavioral syndrome with UNINTENTIONAL BEHAVIORS shaken up by a broken down compromised nervous system where the right hemisphere of the brain lacks creativity. The good news is there are many NLDERS who do not lack creativity and are very sociable. Hang tight, roll with me, and we will find out the three areas that encompass NLD Syndrome.

No one should compromise who they are to become what we want them to be. We need to adapt and change our way of thinking. It is TIME to change the lightbulb in our minds and get some energy savers. We will be able to run the marathon. Our minds can endure the pain, hardship, and stress of a decrease in power to shed the light on the actual problem. A surge in energy can spin our Rolodex out of control and shift the information in our brain. The boost can be too much and the tasks overwhelmed us. In the long run, it will cost our bodies less, help diminish the brain stress, and give an extension of quality of life. Some people need a JUMP START in life while others need a swift kick in the A… Which one are you?