Showing posts with label nia long. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nia long. Show all posts
21 August 2013
13 March 2012
The Sweetest Thing
The sweetest thing
I've ever known,
was like the kiss on the collar bone...
--The Sweetest Thing, Lauryn Hill
Fifteen years ago, a 24-year-old screenwriter-director named Theodore Witcher created one of the definitive romantic dramas of the 1990s, Love Jones. Laying Chicago's hip spoken-word set against a backdrop of rain-soaked scenery and a tumultuous courtship, the story of characters Nina Moseley and Darius Lovehall, played by Nia Long and Larenz Tate, became legendary.
Unlike the gritty black films opening the 1990s like 1991's Boyz n the Hood and 1993's Menace II Society, 1997's Love Jones depicted an artistic niche of African-American life. Instead of having his characters struggle with "the man," Witcher wanted them to wrestle with themselves and their careers, as humanistic beings trying to get over their personal shortcomings. In hindsight, the first-time director created a mold from which many black romantic dramas draw and presented an idea of love that still lingers, like America's undying affection for Cliff and Clair Huxtable.
--courtesy theroot.com
One of my favorite songs ever, frrom one of my favorite movies-
20 October 2011
Nia Long Reveals That She “Asked God” For Her Pregnancy
After a doctor’s visit left her with little hope of having children with boyfriend Ime Udoka, the actress turned to her faith for answers. “I honestly asked God for this,” Long, 40, says in EBONY‘s November issue. “I remember I was driving home from the doctor, and I called Ime, and I was like, ‘Babe, I’m really kind of sad right now … the doctor actually said if I wanted to have more children, it would be hard.’
Despite the unsettling news, however, Long — already mom to son Massai, 11 — and Udoka, a professional basketball player, remained hopeful about expanding their family. “The next time [Ime] came to visit, he said, ‘I don’t believe that.’ I said, ‘You don’t?’ He said, ‘No.’ And I said, ‘Good, me neither,’” she recalls. “Then I got pregnant.” “The medical [profession] tries to tell every woman, ‘Have your babies before 40 because you shouldn’t have children after 40,’” she says. “Society tells us, ‘Get married before 30, because no man wants a woman after 30.’”
But according to the expectant mother, the best things in life are worth waiting for. “You are not half the woman you’re gonna be until you turn 30. You’re not even half of that woman yet,” Long explains. “So I think if we’d just take our time as women, and do what comes natural to us and for us, we would make fewer mistakes.”
Congrats to them…
--courtesy eurweb.com
I hadn't read one word of the article yet. I was looking at the picture.
Despite the unsettling news, however, Long — already mom to son Massai, 11 — and Udoka, a professional basketball player, remained hopeful about expanding their family. “The next time [Ime] came to visit, he said, ‘I don’t believe that.’ I said, ‘You don’t?’ He said, ‘No.’ And I said, ‘Good, me neither,’” she recalls. “Then I got pregnant.” “The medical [profession] tries to tell every woman, ‘Have your babies before 40 because you shouldn’t have children after 40,’” she says. “Society tells us, ‘Get married before 30, because no man wants a woman after 30.’”
But according to the expectant mother, the best things in life are worth waiting for. “You are not half the woman you’re gonna be until you turn 30. You’re not even half of that woman yet,” Long explains. “So I think if we’d just take our time as women, and do what comes natural to us and for us, we would make fewer mistakes.”
Congrats to them…
--courtesy eurweb.com
I hadn't read one word of the article yet. I was looking at the picture.
08 September 2011
11 January 2011
I was about to say that I had a really strange dream last night, but I always have strange dreams, however, this one was more like a message of sorts, perhaps to push me to stop procrastinating. Sometimes I think that God puts certain people in my dreams to make me take notice. I mean, I can only have so many dreams where both Halle Berry and Janet Jackson and sometimes Vanessa Williams are fighting over me, right?
Well, in this dream, Victoria Rowell was angry with me. I'm pretty sure that God chose her because I used to LOVE her when she played Drucilla on The Young & The Restless (yes, I used to watch that show) and I missed seeing her, though I haven't seen or thought about her in years. Anyway she said:
Victoria: I'm mad at you
Me: Why? What did I do?
Victoria: It's what you're not doing.
Me: What do you mean?
Victoria: You're not writing anything for me. You got a whole collection of stories you wrote with Halle
in mind. Well I can do them too! I can play a Bipolar mom in an alternate uniiverse who's obsessed with getting her right hand cut off
who has 6 kids who escaped from a fire returning with 7 kids, better than her.
Me: You just combined 4 of my short stories into one.
Victoria: And I can play them all!
Then I looked at her again and she was Halle, who smiled at me and said :thank you. now get started.
Seriously. Every story I write is filled only with black characters in mind, and I write them as if Halle Berry asked me to write a good character story for her. I know it was a dream, but Victoria/ or Halle was right. I need to get started, and work harder on my collection.
I haven't seen Victoria Rowell or Sanaa Lathan or Gabrielle Union or Angela Bassett or Nia Long or or Alfre Woodard or Taraji P Henson or Cynda Williams or Sheryl Lee Ralph or Tamara Tunie or Victoria Dillard or N’Bushe Wright or Lisa Gay Hamilton or Merrin Dungey or Troy Beyer or Vanessa Bell Calloway or Tisha Campbell-Martin or Aisha Tyler or Tatyana Ali or Kellita Smith or Jenifer Lewis or Rochelle Aytes, or Viveca A Fox, etc, in anything, for a while.
Well, in this dream, Victoria Rowell was angry with me. I'm pretty sure that God chose her because I used to LOVE her when she played Drucilla on The Young & The Restless (yes, I used to watch that show) and I missed seeing her, though I haven't seen or thought about her in years. Anyway she said:
Victoria: I'm mad at you
Me: Why? What did I do?
Victoria: It's what you're not doing.
Me: What do you mean?
Victoria: You're not writing anything for me. You got a whole collection of stories you wrote with Halle
in mind. Well I can do them too! I can play a Bipolar mom in an alternate uniiverse who's obsessed with getting her right hand cut off
who has 6 kids who escaped from a fire returning with 7 kids, better than her.
Me: You just combined 4 of my short stories into one.
Victoria: And I can play them all!
Then I looked at her again and she was Halle, who smiled at me and said :thank you. now get started.
Seriously. Every story I write is filled only with black characters in mind, and I write them as if Halle Berry asked me to write a good character story for her. I know it was a dream, but Victoria/ or Halle was right. I need to get started, and work harder on my collection.
I haven't seen Victoria Rowell or Sanaa Lathan or Gabrielle Union or Angela Bassett or Nia Long or or Alfre Woodard or Taraji P Henson or Cynda Williams or Sheryl Lee Ralph or Tamara Tunie or Victoria Dillard or N’Bushe Wright or Lisa Gay Hamilton or Merrin Dungey or Troy Beyer or Vanessa Bell Calloway or Tisha Campbell-Martin or Aisha Tyler or Tatyana Ali or Kellita Smith or Jenifer Lewis or Rochelle Aytes, or Viveca A Fox, etc, in anything, for a while.
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