Dear readers: Am I going to see you on TweetChat this week? If not, why not? Are you looking forward to reading Kim’s essay on the myth of the “angry Black woman”? Do you think commercials for blogs are silly? ;)
I’d love to hear from you…
Dear readers: Am I going to see you on TweetChat this week? If not, why not? Are you looking forward to reading Kim’s essay on the myth of the “angry Black woman”? Do you think commercials for blogs are silly? ;)
I’d love to hear from you…

That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet -William Shakespeare "Romeo and Juliet"
Go ahead and admit it. You looked at the name of my guest blogger and said, Sap-what?
Her name is Saptosa. And for years, she’s had to deal with people cocking their head to the side, scrunching up their eyebrows and saying, “What kind of name is that?”
The idea for this particular column came about when Saptosa submitted photos of her family for my Mother’s Day column. The pictures were so rich and beautiful. I asked her to send me the names of her parents and siblings. And her dad’s name is Newsville. Newsville!! A man named Newsville names his daughter Saptosa?
I immediately asked Ms. Foster to tell us how she got such an unusual name. She agreed. And her story is awesome.
Enjoy…
I am going through a serious case of technolust right now. You know how you look at your cell phone and you’re just over it? You go to Best Buy and see all the new joints and you hold them and caress them and think about getting a second job so you can cop it?
Okay, maybe that’s just me.
Every once in a while, I get this intense want-it-now feeling about gadgets. Here’s what I want: