By Lyzz Repa
Is Haiti so forgotten that it does not warrant its hashtags during the early stages of this devastation? Or, are we to believe that its people are so used to natural catastrophes that it is like watching a rerun on television?
By Lyzz Repa
Growing up I must have heard “Back in my days” or “when I was growing up” at least three times a week. If it wasn’t my mother it was some random lady to a child. It was said so often that at times you could sense it coming and say it before a single word could be muttered. But the truth is, no matter how many times it was said – it didn’t make any sense whatsoever. Listening to my mom talk about how the train was only a token back when she was a youngster was irrelevant to me.
By Lyzz Repa Over the weekend I received an email from my Editor asking if I would consider writing…
By Lyzz Repa
There’s something about new money that is very similar to having coins in one’s purse. It is very loud, quite often annoying, goes all over the place but great to have either way. Coins often comes in handy. Yet it doesn’t take away from the fact that having loose change is a nuisance. You can never quite figure out how to use it properly; and that is exactly how I feel about (most) people with new money. They are loud, over the top, ostentatious and just annoying. Before we go any further let me put it out there that I am neither new nor old money. I am – no longer on my family’s payroll money, hard earned money, and comfortably living money. I also wouldn’t mind being labeled new money, however, I’d appreciate keeping my old values. Based off of that assessment I guess I’d much rather be “wealthy.”
By Lyzz Repa
Just like a Rolex my maternal clock does not tick nor tock. I just wanted to put that out there on a public format for those of you who can’t quite seem to leave me alone about the subject.
By Lyzz Repa
It isn’t often that we meet someone who speaks the truth of what they see and how they feel about you –inhibited, unfiltered truth at that. For me that person comes in a “fun-size” package.
Lyzz Repa
F.O.M.O. is the fear of missing out; missing out on an event, group hangout, the basic socializing moments of life. Personally, I couldn’t care any less about missing out. Actually, I want to miss out.
By Lyzz Repa
I am not at all concerned about the enemy of my enemy. We are not friends. There is a really great possibility that the enemy of my enemy is just as annoying, and not a good person to be around. The reason my enemy is your enemy might be completely frivolous. In fact, my enemy may be your enemy by default. Meaning they chose not to associate with you and not the other way around. Given the opportunity would you be their friend? See, some questions when answered may actually prove that my enemy isn’t your enemy but rather my enemy doesn’t like you. And who has time to go over all of those questions? Not I!
By Lyzz Repa
One of my favorite songs is Electric Relaxation by A Tribe Called Quest. Truth – I don’t care for the song in its entirety. It is one particular line spitted out by recently deceased Phife (3/22/16) that does it for me. In fact it probably does it for you too. Heck, it does it for so many people that the line has since been incorporated in numerus song: “I like em brown, yellow, Puero Rican or Haitian”. That line right there is everything. In that simple sentence lies one of my biggest pet peeves. The difference between race, ethnicity and nationality!
By Lyzz Repa
Hey there…
Sounds like a pretty nice way to start a column doesn’t it? At least I think so. Here’s the thing, for the last two weeks I have written at least a dozen different columns. I wanted my first introduction to be epic. After all, you only have one chance to make a great first impression. The thing is none of them seemed fitting enough. What topics can one write about that will tell the world “Hey, this is me. This is what I’m about. I hope you like it, subsequently like me. And if you don’t, well it’s Whatever.” And that’s exactly where my problems started; I couldn’t find a topic that allowed me to throw myself at you in a subtle way. See, having a column about whatever I want to write about is like the start of a new relationship. I want to impress you; I want you to come back and get to know me. Just like a new relationship I don’t know how much is appropriate or inappropriate to show on the first go around. Do I wait until week three to show you I am a little crazy? Wait, no. Eccentric. Yep, eccentric. Sound much nicer doesn’t it? How long do I wait until I show you I am eccentric?