Food for Thought… Got MLK?

As we celebrate the life of one the greatest demonstrators of freedom in this nation, I cannot help but feel that I am apart of what the great Dr. King spoke about in 1963 up in Washington D.C.. See, I am bi-racial, I have a white mother and a black father. Dr. King said that he had faith that one day, we would (especially his children) live in a nation that would judge each of us not by the color of our skin, but instead the content of our character. I feel honored that because of what Dr.King fought so very hard  for, that I am here on this earth today. My very parents did not see color, but content of character, which brought about respect, love, honor, and…ME! If not for Dr. King, Nicole Amber Marie (Morgano) Pugh would more than likely not exist because of segregation, discrimination, and prejudice. So with that, I say THANK YOU Dr. King, thank you for making this nation see the wrong in its ways and demanding and bringing change.

In his honor today, I would like to share the powerful “I have a dream” speech with you.

Peace, blessings, and love (lots of it)

NiCole XOXOxoxo

Martin Luther King, Jr.

“I Have a Dream”

delivered 28 August 1963, at the Lincoln Memorial, Washington D.C

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we’ve come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the “unalienable Rights” of “Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.”

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we’ve come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of
justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: “For Whites Only.” We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until “justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream.”¹

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest — quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of “interposition” and “nullification” — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.”2

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day — this will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim’s pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

                Free at last! Free at last!

                Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!


Food for Thought…Having it all.

Hey beauties! I recently watched the movie “The Women” (a great chick flick, I must say…) and Meg Ryan’s character talked about “having it all” in terms of success. She said that she believed we all can have it all, but questioned whether or not she really wanted it because it was in her eyes exhausting and took her away from what mattered the most…her family.

This got me to thinking… I have dreams, aspirations, desires…just like I am sure most of you beauties do, and now… I wonder…what if I was to get “it all”? Would I be able to handle it? enjoy it? Would it be too much? Now, I am not doubting myself or my capabilities, just asking some very valid questions. Questions that I am sure the Oprahs and Tyler Perrys of the world have had to answer on more then one occasion. And how did they answer I wonder?

Do you really “want it all”?

Smooches beauties!

NiCole XOXOxoxo

Food for Thought…New year…new beginnings.

Hey Beauties! So can you believe that 2011 is “last year”? It still amazes me how time flies by. But now that we are in a brand new year, it is time to think about what you have planned for 2012.

I am super excited about what this year has in store for me.I already feel very blessed from 2011 and am anxious to see how the blessings will unfold this year. I hope to expand my photography (open my own studio), expand my blog and reach new heights in touching lives on a daily basis, and last (but certainly not least), I hope to (and will) experience a great change in my life. “What does that mean?” you say… well, let’s just say something that I have never experienced before will finally happen, I am sure of it.

So, What will you do this year? What are your goals? Will you try something new? Will you step outside the box? Tell me all about it…

Much love and success…

NiCole XOXOxoxo

Food for Thought… Crabby Pattie

Hey Beauties! Happy Monday! I know, I know…what is so happy about it? lol.

Well, I wanted to talk about something that I have been talking quite a bit about lately. It is the “crab syndrome”, the constant pulling and dragging down of others who are on their way to the top, or at least trying. It is so sad that we as a people cannot come together and help each other achieve our goals, support each other in pursuing our dreams, or just being happy for one another.

Why is it that when you are doing well, or happy, or just look and feel good, that those “crabs” out there either look you up down, roll their eyes at you, talk smack about you, orjust simply hate on you? Is it wrong to expect that we as a people should come together instead of tear each other apart persay? I can only say that 2012 needs to be totally different. I am starting a movement of encouragement, inspiration, support, and empowerment, and I hope each of you will join me. Put to rest this crab syndrome once and for all.

Will you join me?


Food for Thought…Woman in the mirror

Hey Beauties!!! I hope you had a wonderful weekend. I had a very busy but also productive weekend. Shout out to Eboni…It was great running into The Fashionista Next Door.

Ok, so I know I know Food for Thought is late this week, but as we all know patience is a virtue, and good things come to those who wait. Today, I want to talk about your “self” and who you see when you look in the mirror. I have learned alot about this very topic in the last year or so in that I have finally, and truly realized my full potential and capabilities. I mean, thanks to my AWESOME Mommy (yes, I still call her Mommy) I was always raised to have self-confindence, self-worth, and most of all faith in myself, but it took a while to really and fully understand it all from within and 100% believe in the person I saw when I look in the mirror.

I believe that just like a book, there is a start to everything, and I believe that the start to truly realizing your own potential is to know who you see when you look in the mirror. I created this very blog to help and make sure that each of you know that each of you are beautiful, gifted, and worth more then all the treasures in the world.

So tell me… who do you see when you love at the woman in the mirror? Do you love 2 b you?


P.S. Enjoy the poem below…

The Woman in the Glass 

Author: Dale Wimbrow

When you get what you want as your struggle for self
And the world makes you queen for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that woman has to say.
For it isn’t your father or mother or husband
Who’s judgement upon you must pass;
The person whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
She’s the person to please, never mind all the rest,
For she’s with you clear up to the end.
And you’ve passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the woman in the glass if your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of life,
And get pats on your back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you’ve cheated the woman in the glass.

Food for Thought…first impressions

Hey Beauties! I recently had a conversation about initial perceptions, otherwise know as the “first impression”. I have heard some crazy stories about what some people do to make a lasting first impression. Some get all dolled up, some tell jokes, others have a killer hand shake.

So… what do you do to make a lasting impression? Tell me all about it.


Food for Thought…Passions in Life

Hey beauties! I am back…I hope you had a great Thanksgiving, and an even greater chance to shop and enjoy some of the Black Friday deals. Although, I missed being with my family this year, I surely and thoroughly enjoyed this Black Friday (thanks to my girl T…shout out to you girl!) I really did shop til I dropped and I will post some of my finds later this week to share the deals I found.

Today’s “Food for Thought” is about passion. Those that really know me, know that I have several things (besides love, family and friendship) that I am passionate about; interior design, photography, DIY, and last but not least shopping. I am one of those people who is blessed with many talents, and although sometimes it is a challenge to determine which talent to really focus on, I am glad that I at least have choices. Each of us is blessed with at least one talent, and today I would like for you beauties to share that talent and passion with me. I believe that the starting point to truly and fully living our lives is knowing what gift God has given us to use, so go on…tell it. Let me in on what your passion is,,,

NiCole xoxo