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New York Red….
Welcome to my new blog — New York Red! This is the place where I will share Musings, Thoughts & Prose on love, life, new beginnings & everything else! Philosophy, inspiration, humor, a bit of my inside info and things I’ve learned along my journey.
I’m a New York girl in Atlanta, Georgia…I always tell people I’ve lived in Atlanta since 1985 and I’m told “Oh, then, you’re a Jawja peach, guhl!” – well, not exactly! Anyone who knows a New Yorker knows that no matter how long we’ve been away from the Empire State – we still claim ourselves New Yorkers! My East Coast (New Yawk) accent has all but faded, although it rears its head when I’m excited or angry – or just when it feels like it! Accent aside, one thing about New Yorkers, it’s really not just about how you say it, it’s the way you say it, and that about me has not faded…
Where did I get the name New York Red, you ask? Well, there’s a story behind that too. One of my friends, an Atlanta native (and you rarely meet Atlanta natives in Atlanta – go figure! *shrug*), and I would banter back and forth about the habits of New Yorkers and Southerners. She is a true Atlanta lady, with a feisty, yet calm Southern spirit (how do they do that, these Southerners? lol) and she’d say “How come you New Yorkers always….[fill in the blank]. And I’d say “How come you Southerners always….” Trust me, it’s all in mutual fun and giggles. Anyhoo, she began calling me New York Red and the name stuck! For those who don’t know, in the South if you are Black, but have a lighter complexion than a brown paper sack, you’re called RED, which is also short for redbone – phrases which, I might add, I’d never even heard of until I moved to the South.
Needless to say, although I may poke fun, I LOVE Atlanta and all of its … well… Southern-ness! This New York girl in Atlanta celebrates the parts of her that are still very much honking yellow cabs, hot dog carts, cheesecakes, pizza, open fire hydrants in the summer, Mr. Softee ice cream trucks and skyscrapers. But I also embrace the part of me that’s the Varsity (what’ll ya have?), Southern hospitality, inside/outside the Perimeter, shut it all down when it snows, bless your heart, 100 streets named “Peachtree,” sweet tea and PEACHES kind of girl…
In all of this, I’ve learned that no matter where you came from, you pick up where you are and who you are as you go along traversing the globe. Ella Fitzgerald said “It isn’t where you came from; it’s where you’re going that counts.” Whether I remain in the South, or return to the East Coast or change direction altogether, where I go with all of what I’ve gained along the way is what counts.
New York Red….
Welcome to my blog. Pull up a seat, take your shoes off, get a big ole glass of SWEET tea and stay awhile!