Dress For Success is a non-profit organization that promotes the economic independence of disadvantaged women by providing professional attire, a network of support and the career development tools to help women thrive in work and in life. This year, their chapter has a goal of suiting 400 women.

On Sunday October 17th, I will have the pleasure of producing their 3rd annual charity fashion show at the Tremont Grand Hotel. Last year was a big success with host, educator, and author Al Reynolds; motivational speaker Debbie Phelps; and Miss U.S. Beauties Juanita Ingram, extending their time and effort to help the women of Dress for Success.

This year’s theme is “Hidden Charms” because there are so many women in “Charm City” who have suffered setbacks in their lives and have lost the confidence to achieve their career goals. We will showcase some of these women and give them the opportunity to be part of this fabulous fashion show. They will be “made over” and get to walk the runway — giving them a boost of confidence that most of these women haven’t felt in a long time.

Currently I am looking for models as well. If you are interested in participating, please email me at sdecaires@gmail.com for more information. I will need pictures, experience, contact info, and measurements. Thank you for your interest. Will be in touch if needed.

Reading Rainbow

Remember Levar Burton? He used to have that funky mustache and those big eyes, trying to coax us into using our imaginations. I used to be glued to the television set, waiting for the next adventure and the next book. I had no problem watching it on television, but then I used to cringe when my mother would force me to actually “read” two books during summer break, and then write a book report. I would stare at “Heidi” thinking, “Get up that stupid mountain, little girl.” Then something happened; I began to love to read. I would go through novels written by VC Andrews, Judy Blume and Francine Pascal, with such interest. It wasn’t a chore anymore. It had become a leisurely activity. I didn’t know why my mom was so adamant about me reading, or about learning the 10 vocabulary words she would post on the refrigerator every week for me to memorize, until I got older.

When I got older, I realized that there are so many adult people walking around who can’t spell, or aren’t on the reading level they should be on. Twitter is a prime example of how people are semi-illiterate. I gawk at celebrities who post tweets, sounding like they are in the 8th grade. Reading helps you develop your comprehensive skills; it builds your vocabulary, helps with your grammar, and helps you articulate yourself in meetings and other public domains. America is the land of personality, videos and music, and people are getting by being illiterate. I wouldn’t be surprised if a statistic came out that said that most Americans aren’t on the reading level they should be. Giving a friend a newspaper article and having them read it out loud would probably shock us all; or having them write a letter would probably look like they dropped out of high school, because the punctuation and period placements would be all incorrect. Just because someone can pronounce words doesn’t always mean they comprehend them or the context in which they are being used.

My mentees are always laughing at me because I am such a disciplinarian when it comes to this. About eight years ago, an intern of mine wanted me to forward a letter he had written to get a job with one of my colleagues. I said, “No problem. I’ll put in a good word for you, just send it over.” He had just graduated high school and was a very bright, enthusiastic young man, whom our morning show had grown to love. However, when that letter was deposited in my inbox, my mouth dropped. My mind raced at how he could have possibly graduated high school. He had written the letter in a way that reflected the way he spoke to his friends on the corner. Grammatical errors, spelling mistakes, and slang all graced the page. With my sternest voice, I called him up and told him that the letter was completely inappropriate and that my colleague would look at him like a fool. He was alarmed, but at the same time thankful. I had taken the time to constructively correct him, and when he sent the letter the next day, it was perfect. Presently, he is an executive at a television station and we correspond via email often. His writing is impeccable.

He is one of my favorite success stories, and my current mentees are along the same path, because I take the time to chastise them about their writing, simply stating, “If you write like that in casual text, you will forget how to write properly when it’s necessary.” They grunt, but appreciate my constant concern about their success. I wish all parents took that initiative instead of positioning their kids in front of video game systems or the television. I was far from happy to have to read as a child, but I’m glad my mother stuck by her guns and helped nurture my creativity and imagination. It took a minute but, like everything else, it became a habit.

Although our society is changing rapidly, and we are becoming a fast-paced, technology savvy culture, the fundamentals should not be lost. When you look at the statistics of education, ask yourself what demographic is at the bottom of the totem pole. There are some drastic changes that need to be made immediately. So instead of just buying a child a 60-dollar video game, also buy them a 15-dollar book. Education is nurtured in the home, first and foremost.

I don’t want to come off as a hypocrite, or give the impression that I’m the best writer or grammatical tactician. I asked two friends to proofread this blog because I have no problem understanding my weaknesses and am always trying to improve upon them. They are better writers/editors because their professions warrant them to be. I just urge everyone to do the same.

Here are some various books that challenged me, changed my perspective, and sparked something in my spirit. It’s never too late to try to improve ourselves. Ask yourself why slaves weren’t allowed to read- Knowledge is Power.

Check them out:

1. The Alchemist– Paulo Coelho *favorite*

2. Makes Me Wanna Holler– Nathan McCall

3. The Glass Castle– Jeanette Walls

4. The Art of Seduction– Robert Greene

5. War and Peace– Leo Tolstoy *favorite, but challenging*

I’m going to try to write this blog without seeming like I’m coming down on men because it’s not all men but it’s a growing trend and something has got to give. I’ve always stared in an amazement when a man I was dating grabbed something for himself before he offered me anything. Or the ever so famous walk ahead of you like you’re supposed to follow like an obedient dog. My eyes have glared in the back of an ex-boyfriend’s head as he scarfed down a plate of food and then his eyes would get big at the afterthought of me and I would get a “My bad”. It made me think that either he was raised by savages or no one at all.

It’s unfortunate that decent men haven’t been in the households to raise their boys to be gentlemen and those little boys have had to rely on the drug dealers or the “pseudo-pimps” on the corner to teach them about men and women relationships. However I’ve encountered these mannerisms from the men who were raised with silverspoons in their mouths and middle class backgrounds as well. My friend blames the mothers. She says women are raising their sons to be selfish, narcissistic individuals which are crippling their interactions with  other women. They don’t hold them accountable for anything and spoil them rotten by waiting on them. I was perplexed by that notion because wouldn’t a woman want to raise a son to be the man she would want to marry or date. A gentleman, who has no problem opening the door, carrying the heavy bag, or walking on the outside of the curb to protect her. Then my friend said a lot of women are also products of their environment and don’t set those standards for their sons or their mates. So then we are left with men whose social etiquettes towards a woman are non-existent.

I have been chastised by my significant others for having my expectations too high. One would call me old-fashion, but  I do expect a man to offer to get my car washed if he sees it’s dirty. Yes, I expect a man to move whatever is on his front car seat so I can sit down before I have to ask. The simple things like consideration, sharing, and being kind I feel are lost by the men our age. Those were some of the very first characteristics we learned in kindergarten. I know I’m not lowering my expectations because I’m a lady and hope most women start demanding a certain level of gentleness and respect as well. The only gentleness I ‘ve seen some of these men have to concede to is the birth of a daughter. Some of these men are then forced to melt away that hard exterior and tackle the emotional interactions with their daughters. Making it the first time they have had to be considerate of a woman’s feelings before their own. Treating her like a lady is the only way to raise a lady.

Regardless of whether a man has had a daughter or not, that learning process of being a gentleman is not something that should be frowned upon. Men wanting a lady but aren’t willing to treat her like one doesn’t add up. Eventually the baby boys of America will grow up and realize that being a considerate person doesn’t make you a weak person. It sets the framework for a healthy relationship. The sooner people start to realize this, demand it, and implement it I think the better off our  community will become.

I’ve never seen myself as a baby momma. Not saying an unplanned pregnancy can’t happen to me but I tell any man I’ve even had the conversation about children with that I’m not having a kid out-of-wedlock. So if he wants me to have his child, then he wants me to be his wife.  And it kind of irks me when I hear young girls mocking “That’s my baby daddy”, like it’s cute. It’s like the carriage before the horse is normal now. I remember the first time an ex boyfriend asked me if I was going to be his future baby momma. I snapped back, “I’m a wife not a baby momma”. He already had one of those.

Maybe because I grew up in a two-parent home and seeing my dad love my mom as his wife was deemed normal. My household wasn’t the most functional but regardless he was proud that she was his wife. I just think that people need to learn each other, see if they share the same values in child rearing before the misuse of contraception is brought into the equation. I know I have a certain way I want my child to be brought up and if my partner isn’t on the same wave length then it will cause strife for myself and the child. I don’t want to enforce one thing and my partner counter what I say to spite me because we’re beefing this week. When you raise a child, you raise a child on the same accord. Most people don’t even have those conversations or think about those aspects before conceiving a baby. Then the beefing, child support, and drama ensue.

I’ve heard the countless arguments about marriage and why does it matter but if it didn’t matter then it wouldn’t be this big debate to go through with it. From my perspective, I see something else happen in a man’s eyes when his girlfriend becomes his wife at that altar. It’s like a calm comes over his spirit and that woman is now part of him forever. She’s not just his child’s mom or his girlfriend but she’s now an extension of him. That’s scary for most men because it’s a different kind of concession of their heart. The wedding ceremony is a rite of passage where this woman becomes a responsibility now, not just the kids.   

Call me old fashion but those kinds of things matter. I just don’t see why people want to have kids out-of-wedlock. Marriage is the afterthought. Sometimes I think guys use the child as a placeholder for when they are ready to settle down. “I’m not ready now but you are the mother of my child so why not”. Giving of life is less important than giving of their vows. It’s so peculiar that a person has no problem being bound to someone forever with a child but can’t walk down the aisle. She isn’t the one for marriage but she is the one to have his baby?! Seems backwards to me.

I hope people start making smarter choices about conception. “Have a baby by me, baby” is a clever line in a song but not something to mirror your life after. Your child needs two parents who love each other and share the same values. Too many single parent homes in the African-American community exist. If a man doesn’t want to take the step to make you his wife, then you shouldn’t want to take the step to be the mother of his children. It’s a bit harsh but it’s my reality.

I hadn’t talked to my “first” in over 14 years and the first thing he said to me was “you broke my heart”. I didn’t know how to respond. What do you say to that? We were 17 and we both did things to each other that were irresponsible and callous. I just moved on quicker than he did and it left him in a state of heartbreak. He said he treated women like crap after that for a long time. I felt bad but I knew he had done stuff to me that hurt my feelings and violated the trust between us forever. Regardless of what he had done, I was the one he loved and gave his heart to. Understandably, he will always love me but hate me at the same time.

After you hear that you broke someone’s heart, you then start reflecting on your heartbreak. The one who crushed your heart into a million pieces. Happened so long ago but the wounds never go away. It’s like the hairs stand up on the back of your neck and your face gets warm like it’s happening all over again. Deception, lies, disrespect, never seem to lose their bite. I’ve had guys hurt my feelings and I’ve cried but that one rip down to the core takes forever to heal. It’s like that person will forever be walking down the street with a piece of your heart in their back pocket. lol.

It happens to the best of us. I wouldn’t change a thing though. Some people say they have never been heartbroken and I wonder if they’ve ever let themselves just fall into someone without being in control. Yes it hurts like hell but strength comes from pain. You just can’t let those scars ruin your life and possibilities of a new love. If my heart wasn’t broken, I probably wouldn’t have met the people I’ve met or accomplished the things I’ve accomplished. My pain made me seek out comfort in unfamiliar places like Baltimore. Being afraid to love after heartbreak only hinders your growth and happiness. You have to let it go. Love is a risk but it’s a risk worth taking. That one major heartbreak happens but that one major lifetime romance is right around the corner if you let it. 

So to the one whose heart I broke, I’m deeply sorry and I hope you have been able to heal and find the love you deserve. And to the one who broke my heart, Touche! 🙂

***I’m back from vacay with a clear head and a rejuvenated spirit. 🙂

Game of Life

Today I was looking at 50 cent on “Today” as he was promoting his new movies. His demeanor was softer, approachable and he looked like an all around nice guy; not saying 50 cent isn’t a nice guy but it was completely different from the person who, 5 months ago, was spitting venom at rapper Rick Ross over petty nonsense. I then started to think about the “America Story”, bad guy turned good. How many times have you seen  the drug dealer, bootlegger, gangster, stripper, etc, make their riches doing bad and then after they get loaded they turn into the nice benevolent person. Everyone forgives their wrongs and we move onto glorify their wealth and triumph. Hmmm..

As a hard-working, morally sound person sometimes you struggle with what path to take when you look at these success stories. Just a few months ago I had to talk a friend out of going down that unmoral path and stay on the straight and narrow because it will all pay off. Part of me believed it and part of me was teetering on that belief. My friend was lucky to have me but how many kids don’t have that person to be that conscience. They look at doing bad as the only means to an end. They see their sweet grandmother going to church every Sunday and nothing is changing for the good around her. It’s hard to convey that message of “doing good” to them. However, not everyone is fortunate to become a 50 cent or Lil Kim. The bad choices people make do end up biting them in the butt more often than not. You can probably hear that in jail sentences across the country of people who moved that package or laundered that money to help foster their dreams and it ended up on a bad note. It’s a chance people take.

Anyhow, I ended up telling my friend that it’s just not worth it. He just wasn’t responsible for hisself but he was responsible for his child and his wife now. Them having no daddy over something stupid would be selfish on his part. I think peace of mind is so much important than that car or clothes. You will appreciate your hard work so much more. It sounds hard to fathom now while someone is in the trenches but the big pay off will be so much sweeter. The Alchemist says, “When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it”. If you keep that in your heart and mind, then nothing can stop your success, in my opinion.

St. Kitts and Nevis

Currently I’m in St. Kitts vacationing and it got me to thinking about how many people would never think about coming here or about leaving the United States. This island is not as developed as a tourist destination as others in the Caribbean but it is filled with tons of history, our history (i.e Nevis had one of the biggest slave markets in the Caribbean). Princess Di and Queen Elizabeth have visited and vacationed here but sometimes we don’t feel compelled to do any traveling unless Jay-z or other rappers boast about a destination in their raps. Then that island or vacation spot is swamped with people who may not necessarily be concerned with the people or the customs.

Rumor has it, that some of these rappers, before they were enlightened, were not inclined to leave the comfort zone of America until someone showed them. As a community we tend to be insular and don’t take the initiative to look outside our front door of the possibilities that await us. Most of us don’t live the rapper lifestyle and our experiences may be very different from theirs when we visit the “trend spot”. However we want to say we’ve been to St. Tropez because Jay-z and Beyonce were vacationing there on bossip.com.  I wouldn’t recommend St. Kitts to anyone unless you are interested in mountain climbing, water sports, or just relaxing. There is definitely no major nightlife out here. However there are so many other places to explore and so many places to visit. I’m saving my pennies together for my “dream destinations”, Greek Isles, Egypt, Thailand, etc. There is nothing wrong with expanding your horizons a little. Strive to be the trendsetter instead of the trend follower! I’m sure you will be pleasantly surprised.

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The lifestyle...

Women act like they don’t know. Turn the blind eye. Ignore the signs. Are too scared of the reality. However the reality lies in the pit of your stomach. In the hairs on your body. In the doubt of your mind. It doesn’t go away if it is buried in the gifts or the children. To settle for less is to doubt your worth. Leaving doesn’t mean losing. S.P

Some of us have all come to the crossroads of being with a person just because of love or being with a person because of lifestyle security. The ability to have what you want when you want it is so appealing that it may skew your reality on situations. Every woman wants to be secure and every woman wants her “man” to provide and give her a comfortable home and lifestyle but I don’t think it’s for the sake of fidelity. We see television shows where the women put up with their man philandering but they have the hottest bag and the mortgage is paid. They are unhappy and miserable but still haven’t gotten up the enough nerve to walk out. They claim it’s love or the children but in reality it  is the bank account that keep most women quiet.  

He may not be home most of the time but their closets are filled with trends while their hearts are filled with emptiness. He may have chicks but they are the ones with the “ring”; a ring, but everything it symbolizes holds no value to him or to her. I’ve been there and a lot of my friends have as well. The fly guy who has all the cars, clothes, money, and most likely all the chicks and he’s not going to give that up to just be with you. He is just going to add you to his stable and make you his prize horse. At first you’re blinded by the whirlwind of the lifestyle because it’s all new and refreshing that everything is “taken care of”. Then the reality hits and you see everything that glitters isn’t gold. However you have become too addicted to the allure of that life that it’s hard to walk away and deal with a regular joe who may love you more but can’t provide the perks.

That is when the inner dilemma develops and you have to ask yourself what do you really value. Is fidelity that important or is financial stability more important?

I, myself, chose differently. It wasn’t easy because I loved him but I knew I loved my peace of mind more. I love to know my man adores me and understands how fidelity is important in maintaining a healthy relationship. I don’t want to hear his cell phone ring and he leaves the room or doesn’t answer it because it’s one of his girls. Your mind then wanders and you’re stressed for the rest of the night. I think there are more fulfilling things to do with your partner than that. I don’t condemn any woman who forsakes fidelity for the lifestyle. Our values are just different. But whatever they tell themselves to comfort themselves at night, I’m sure it wouldn’t take the place of the security of knowing that their man is just theirs. That security trumps the financial in my opinion.