Harlem Writes

When something stands out to me, I make a special point not to ignore it. In 2007 my husband was commissioned by Hennessy to paint an artistic interpretation of their tagline "Flaunt Your Taste." An exhibition was held in this beautiful loft in SoHo where i met a guy named Sekou. I do not remember our conversation, but that event solidified for me that I no longer wanted to be a lawyer. I decided that I was meant to be in the creative world where I felt much more comfortable.

Anyway, I got Sekou's card that night and it read "SekouWrites" in an interesting font and over the next four years his card would periodically pop up out of nowhere. At the time, I was living in Washington, DC. In 2009 I quit my law firm job and started my own creative arts agency and, in 2011 I move to Harlem where I am currently writing my first book.

Well, 'Lem would have it that I was reading through the last issue of Uptown Magazine and I see his byline. Duly noted. Fast forward less than a month and, lo and behold, SekouWrites pops up again. This time supporting me as I finally enter the Twitterverse by including me on his #FF list for the day! We are yet to connect, but I suspect when we do it will be purposeful. The spirits of the writers of the Harlem Renaissance have definitely spoken...stay tuned.

-The Muse

Me and Fortune are Friends

Living on 11 9 on the 10th anniversary of 9 11
Feels familiar
My RACs are one 9 and two 11s
even 911 is 11
been experiencing the 11:11 phenomenon
found it on google

8th anniversary of my beautiful union
32nd year of my blessed birth
A-MusE-N launching 10/10 on 1480
writing about 408, my childhood home
a childhood began on 8/8
how you like them odds?

#1 hustler, aka Mom, arrives on the 7th
beach bound the 11th
Battery Park, NYC, 1 West St., 26th floor in '01
DC in 2004, 7 years gone
Harlem, NYC '11
7-11, 7-11

Liking my chances of seeing many more 9/11s
48 to be exact
10 revelations of 8.

-The Muse

PSA: New York City Evacuation Map

'Lem be a Lady

Three people walk into a bar...No, this is not a set-up for some crude or racist joke, it is the start of my amazing Saturday night in Harlem! After a trying Friday, complete with one stressful dinner in which I made my first attempt to take both my 8 month old and my 2 year out to a nice restaurant with no help, a major leak in my building causing the fire department to come out, and thwarted plans for partying like a grownup, I needed some me time.

Dadurday was the perfect opportunity to explore and think and just see what the day brought. Well, I went down to Cedric to have an early dinner and think about my next destination and I met an interesting gentleman at the bar. I began talking to him and soon his female friend showed up and before you knew it, we were on our way to an amazing rooftop terrace. To make a long story short, we ended up spending the next 4 hours eating a lavish meal, drinking champagne and enjoying the most amazing 360 degree view of the city I have ever seen! Turns out he is a millionaire oil tycoon and she is an international woman of mystery!

Needless to say, I did not have to pitch in on the bill and, as an added bonus, me and hubby were invited to an exclusive yacht party next Saturday night. Can you say "jackpot"!

Dopplegangers

So, be careful what you manifest is the lesson of the day. Because of my 'fro, people are always calling me Erykah Badu or some other hair icon. So, I said that that made me want to get famous so people can call Erykah my name. Imagine someone saying "Hey Muse" to Erykah Badu. I love the compliment, but who wants to be called by someone else's name.

Anyway, since I have moved to Harlem there are at least two women (powerful women at that) that are mistaken for me or who people say look like me. I need to hurry up and make my name, Muse, stick before I am the compared and not the compared to. Manifesting!

Helicopters Over Harlem

Three ghetto birds hunt by my rooftop
Humming, hovering, hawking

Wingless and wanting
They wait patiently for the worm

-The Muse

The Muse has got her Mojo!