Peace,
I was delivered three and a half decades ago to a young Washingtonian couple, dreams as large and unwieldy as their Afros, who never stood a chance. My own upbringing, a mixture of exceeding joy and gut-wrenching sorrow, and my consequent adulthood have taught me nothing if not how difficult it can be for love to survive without wisdom. Every aspect of a relationship, both the ethereal highs and the subterranean lows, is cyclical. If you hang around long enough, you’re likely to see the same kinds of things happening in the same kinds of relationships that you once thought were unique to you or yours – the stagnant dynamic. One of the only things over which we have control is our ability to recognize the patterns that have defined our lives and learn from our mistakes.
The object of this blog is to contribute the ongoing discussion about men, women and relationships. Our goal will be to add thought to a dialogue that has devolved into an Us v. Them debate that suppresses our ability to come together and build. This blog will not be a residence for the thin-skinned. Nor will it be a haven for those of us who are accustomed to accepting falsehoods about ourselves and others. As you’ll soon learn, Afromamba’s creator has blessed her with one of Hemingway’s built-in fool-proof bullshit detectors . I promise to do my best to keep up.
Our spot is your spot. Enjoy.
