Fleeting Moment

Nawlins…. The Vacation Away From Ourselves

  The great Britta Perry once said “Vacations are wasted on the young. You have to go out and see the world.”


Okay, she may not be all that great but she has a point. Vacations are not just all I ever wanted, but it’s the getaway I needed.

It was time to head down to a terrain where neon beads are preyed upon like diamonds and the thrills never end. Yes, I’m talking about New Orleans. Nawlins. Mardi Gras. Oh yea. The plan was infiltrated months ago, because like the 20-somethings my friends and I were, we organized the trip like it was a group project during finals. As we headed down to Nawlins via Amtrak, I figured I would awaken my inner Kafka and write until the margins were filled in my journal. Instead I got some much needed zzzz’s.


I would later find out that the bumpy terrain on Captain Amtrak would be the best sleep I had all week. As we began our journey through New Orleans -an ATLien, two Queens chicks and a Bronx born/GA bred madam- ran into a bunch of characters that brightened  the aurora of the town. There wasn’t a mascot there to represent those chaotic, Cajun-induced nights, but if she existed, I think she would don something purple, a lacy yellow number underneath her petticoat and of course a hint of green.

The nights were calm, but presented a feeling of dominance as soon as I slipped off my walking around shoes and jumped in my dancing -in-the-street getup.

Not to say we were living like women of the night, but we actually enjoyed the music blared through the speakers of every karaoke and nightclub presented in front of us.


When vacas happen, you expect to show off your new outfits explore statues that tell stories of yesteryear.

Honestly, what is it that you really want to? Taking the time  to just relax is what it’s all about. Maybe I learned that through an episode of Modern Family or something, but being lazy for a few days won’t kill you (a few good ribs won’t harm your waistline either) so what holds you back? Fear of rejection? Worries of how you look?

Do you what you want to do. If you want to take selfies with inanimate objects than so what? I can say that I got do to that, thousands of miles away form the busy busy world of New York City which can be seen as a good thing or a bad thing.


Enough of the ranting and back to the fun. Trolleys, old friends and new friends were apart of the journey to Nola, but I think the best fun moments were the clashing of my friends. New ones, old ones, and the ones we met came together like the  perfect R&B/Hip Hop collabo. Not Bieber and Chance The Rapper, but more like Freddie Gibbs and Dana Williams . More organic ya know?

I’m big on my friendships and I like when folks blend well. This happened pretty easily in Nola because we all were able accept the bizarre moments that fell in front of us. From moments of clarity by the Mississippi River, dominating the tables in the casino (off of pure luck)  and getting lost in Fourth Ward were fun times I won’t forget.


Photo Credit: Stacy Ann Ellis, Focusyems 


Let’s Do It Again

It’s 2 AM on a Friday night. The subway is filled with all types of after midnight marauders, as usual. While I’m sure that I look like the perfect bait for the potential rapist lurking, none of that matters right now. The joy and excitement I experienced with the other writers and  how happy my editors were for VIBE’s 20th Anniversary party was worth it. It was insane  for me not to think that the pages I use to highlight, bookmark and plaster on my walls would be one of the many jobs I have today.

New Rules

New Rules

I’ve always loved VIBE. Since I was kid it was one of my favorite magazines. It told the story of Hip Hop’s Golden Age, prolonged/investigated (debatable of course) the battle of East v. West Coast music, and followed the careers of the biggest names in Hip Hop today. I’ve always viewed Vibe as the journal of Hip Hop. It covered the high moments, the many lows, and where it’s heading today. While music will always reflect the many aspects of it’s historical past, we’re finally taking keen to the new artists who have found the perfect balance of homage and creating new sounds. (Insert your favorite artist here) It feels good to know that I can finally create some entries of my own.


Two hours later I’m finally home, well not in my house but off the train. As I walk down the middle of the street (heels in hand) my flats are hugging my toes while I speed walk down the dark road. It’s late but I’m happy. I take risks everyday and this was nothing compared to the journey that had lead me to this point.

Cheers to print and the legacy that is Vibe. Let’s see what happens ten or 20 more years from now!

The Newbies

The Newbies