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My Shrink Is Making Me Write This Post

July 7, 2009

When I walk out of my house each morning, I see a tree. It’s directly in front of my door. It is a garden variety tree. Can’t tell you the species. I don’t know if it’s an oak or a redwood or whatever. It’s just a tree. Here’s a picture.

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So I’ve been living here almost a year. Guess I must have walked past this tree a few hundred times since then. I pay it no mind.

Until two weeks ago. When disaster struck.

I’m coming home from the daily grind and I decide to do a pre-dinner brisk walk workout. I pack Tog into the jogging stroller and head around the block. I’m getting a nice little speed going, feeling the burn. Yeah. I go about a mile around.

I round the corner to my street. As I get closer to the house, I’m trying to decide if I’m gonna go past the house and bust out another half mile. Can’t decide. I’m feeling a little winded. But also motivated to keep going.

As I’m coming up to my house, trying to decide whether to go inside or keep going, I see the tree in front of my house.

And something on that tree freezes me in my tracks. And my mouth drops in horror.

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Onward. Upward.

June 30, 2009
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Preview Issue of VIBE. 1992.

Now what?

You want to clutch your chest and lay back on your chaise and dab your brow with your hankie?

Go ahead.

I can’t go there with y’all.

I’m busy.

Running a fiction workshop right here on my blog.

Reaching out to my dear readers right here on my blog.

Shilling for Yummy’s.

TweetChatting

Writing.

Writing.

Writing.

Writing.

Writing.

The game is changing. If writing is your passion, do not pass Go.

Mourn Vibe.

I’m thisclose to crying. For real.

And then get over it.

We are in the middle of a huge transition.

Where will you end up?

Much love to all my Vibers, past and present.

Thank you to Danyel Smith for not hiring me to be your assistant and for knowing there were bigger things in store for me.

Thank you to Dave Bry, for assigning me my very very first story in the front of the book. Thank you to Erik Parker, for always making me trim the fat and get to the meat of my stories–even when it pissed me off. Thank you to the whole team who made the Mary Woodson story happen: Laura Checkoway, Lacey Banis, Jamie Katz.

Thank you to Keith Clinkscales, for letting me interview for three hours on how Vibe came to be.

Thank you to Serena Kim for assigning and editing some of my best work. Thank you to Karen Good for making me want to be a better writer.

Thank you to Raqiyah. Just because.

Rondell, Angie, BMI, J-Rod, Mariel, Lakeba….Thanks to the entire staff for hosting my students for countlesss class trips to see the inner workings of a magazine. Thank you to Rob Kenner for believing in my long-form investigative work. Thank you to Emil Wilbekin for being tipsy at Danyel’s house on DeKalb that day 12 years ago and making a newbie feel like she had a future in the game. Thank you to Akiba and Ayana and Tai for showing me love at Vixen. Thank you to Alan Light for letting me interview you about your time at Vibe. Thank you to Mimi for a second chance. Thank you so much to Shani Saxon who stopped me in the hallway and assigned me a story on the spot cause she heard I was a fearless reporter. I don’t have a masthead in front of me. This is all off the top. I’m verklempt.

I’m sad.

I’m fucked up.

And now. I’m done.

Onward and upward.

My first cover story for Vibe.

My first cover story for Vibe. 2005

My last cover story for Vibe. Faith Evans. 2005.

My last cover story for Vibe. Faith Evans. 2005.

Fantasia. 2007. My first and last cover for Vibe Vixen

Fantasia. 2007. My first and last cover for Vibe Vixen

Reactions to the death of Michael Jackson: East Orange New Jersey

June 25, 2009

Off The Wall

June 25, 2009

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I just called TG to tell her what I (think) may be the news. And she cried. And she’s only 12. Damn.

This week on Aliya S. King.com

June 22, 2009

Well.

I have so many things to write about that I feel paralyzed. So this week could be about ANYTHING. Or absolutely nothing. Or everything.

A friend lost her battle with cancer this week. I’m saddened. And yet, buoyed by her strength.

Recently met this 16 year old kid who is trying to get on in the bizness. And I’m fascinated by him.

Had a GREAT meeting with my agent this morning. I’m brimming with new ideas.

TweetChat is tonight! 8PM. Be there!

Wednesday, I’m working out of the Astor Place Starbucks from 10-3. Be there too.

I feel full and alive today.

Even plucked a guest blogger out of obscurity. Check it out.

Dear readers: Do you ever feel like you have so much to say, or maybe so little, that you just don’t know where to begin? Will you be on Twitter tonight? Will you come to Starbucks on Wednesday?

I’d love to hear from you!