Today’s storyteller is an amazing woman, and it is fitting that I am sharing it today the last day of women’s history month. She is confident in her skin and confident in what she is here to do. Her name is Karen Hutson she is the granddaughter of two renowned Angeleno architects Paul Revere Williams and Dr. H Claude Hudson do yourself a favor and take the time to learn about these two families, you will be inspired.
The life you have in the morning may not be the life you have when you go to bed that night. Those words, Mamas infamous words, have been playing on repeat since February 18th. The day that Mama transitioned. I somehow thought this could never happen, it would never happen. My Mama was a force of nature and she’d be here until the sun burns out, maybe longer than that. I imagined my Mama here too see my daughters have children. I believe that, knowing that she was approaching her 90th birthday. I believed that, knowing that her body was tired and she was ready to go home. She’d been ready for quite some time. I hoped that some miracle would happen. That she’s somehow become a full self again, mind and body. That she of all the people in the world could defy it all. She had escaped death many times before, she had pulled through many illnesses like a champ. Even this time. She had been sick for over a week in ICU. And somehow, she managed to come through in the end and have conversations with her children, her grandchildren. She had some jokes and fashion requests. She told us she loved us. I thought, along with my siblings that My Mama was a gangsta. A spiritual gangsta. A woman who’s faith and resilience could make it through even the worst health crisis. And then she didn’t make it. She didn’t. And I, the demure, refined, sophisticated and well adjusted, socially assimilated black woman that I am, became something I never imagined I could ever be. A black motherless child. a screaming hollering ranting throw myself to the floor, throw myself to my mothers feet, black motherless child. If it would have been filmed I would have my Oscar.
In some of my clearer moments, this being one of them, I thought about this podcast. I thought about what I would say. How could I say it. When should I get back to it. It would be hard and I’m pretty much a mess. But here I am. This is the way I am now. I’m struggling with change. The biggest and most devastating change of my life. And that’s what this show is all about. So here I am. I’ll let you know how I’m doing from time to time. And we can commiserate together.
Time really does fly! I could not believe it has been 10 weeks already. Thank you all for tuning in. Thank you to all the wonderful women might. Awesome. All inspiring village who dare to tell their stories. I'm extremely grateful. Today's episode completes my very first 10 week series. My time with you has been life changing and I have been overwhelmed by all of the positive responses, feedback and encouragement. I appreciate your love and your support.
As I was thinking of people for my Podcast, I started to think about why people come into my life. I'm sure there's a reason. I met Mary a few years ago. She was referred to me by a dear friend. Mary is a piano and voice teacher and we hired her to give lessons to my daughters. Well, the girls went to their first lesson, begrudgingly cell, and after one lesson they started to count the days when they would go back to see Mary. I asked them lots of questions about her. I want it to know what made her different from the other teachers they had had and the response was, she's fun.
Her smile and laughter lights up the room and her belief in the possibility of your voice. It makes you feel magical and I can't wait for you to hear how she found the magic in her life and I can't wait to share her beautiful song with you. So sit back and enjoy this episode.
On this weeks podcast episode of The Way I Am... Now. For many, many years, I would have casual conversations with a mom named Cindee on the playground of our children's school. Our conversations were mostly superficial and usually brief. I never asked her much about herself, so I didn't know what she did or didn't do. However, I started following Cindee on Instagram this past year and I was intrigued and blown away by the Cindee. I had never taken the time to get to know. Mama would pull out that old cliche, "You can never judge a book by its cover." I'm happy to introduce you to Cindee and her nonprofit, Formidable Joy.