THE OMO MISHA TIMES
Volume II 2001 september
I have entered my Outlook Express each
morning to find a flood of (much appreciated) prayers, well
wishes, informative and inspirational messages. Some sent
from family… others from friends and strangers alike.
Thank you very much for sharing during this time. Like so
many, I have been in a stupor since the WTC disaster; having
been there and been close enough to witness the first plane
crash overhead…and fortunate enough escape with my daughter
in tow, before the second crash, the collapse, and complete
pandemonium set in. It has taken this long for me to reckon
with my mixed emotions; to wrestle my fears and uncertainty,
and finally (attempt to) get on with the business of living.
This moment in history has certainly changed existence (to
extents we have yet to fathom) forever…
This issue of THE OMO MISHA TIMES was
written weeks ago. I have spent the last week pondering its
relevance and trying to figure out where (or if) it belongs,
in the midst of this mass calamity. Its content, like so many
things, seems totally insignificant at this point. I have
been inclined to change (not all, but) some of its focus.
I omitted some of the previous information in order to share
a couple of the beautiful e-mails others have sent. In addition,
various listings were cancelled and/or postponed (including
my fundraiser, now to be held on 9/23), so it was necessary
to revise that information. The rest of it remains, pretty
much, what is was – lighthearted, whimsical, and certainly
coming from a more jovial place. If nothing else, perhaps
it might serve as a diversion form all this harsh reality.
Thank you for your positive responses
to the first issue of THE TIMES. And, a special thanks to
those who were brave enough to place ads with me – consider
yourselves pioneers! If you are receiving this for the first
time and have decided it’s garbage and taking up too
much space on your hard-drive, contact me – email@example.com
and I will unsubscribe you at once. Now…let’s
have a little fun...!
(if you cannot view the graphics, you may need to open the
you help me find my owner?”
(scroll down to find out who this pup belongs to)
Your (as-is) comments from
the previous issue (bad grammar, no punctuation and all:)):
Hi gurl: as usual you are de trop
(too much). Love your creative, original, kick-ass energy.
--- Roberta Fineberg
Staten Island. NY
dear ms. mish
i am totally impressed, i actually
read the whole thing. i have only one problem, when was the
last time you gave somebody a hundred thousand dollars? even
if you could would you just because they were black?
never lower your life style, just make more money. if i remember
correctly that came from the original what color is your parachute.
when you go to the playground they don't lower the basket
so white guys can dunk, thus not getting forced off the courts.
so why would life be different coming from the other side.
remember true power cannot be given, it has to be taken, if
you did not take it, then it is not yours it is only borrowed
at that point.
new york, ny
your newsletter was a hoot. very sweet.
i especially liked the mention of buying property/making it
affordable for black folks.
sounds like a funding initiative to
You go, girl!! I had no idea you were such a fine writer.
Keep these coming...
I loved it. It came to me at a time when I had the time to
read it and I did...... I will be visiting SX137. The magician
story was great……many people are always looking
for something else to do, some place else to go. All the information
was wonderful and I was happy to hear it/read it…Anyway,
Keep It Comin'
White Plains, NY
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