Today is Your Day!

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On October 5, 1951 a queen was born by the name of Paula Michelle Parker.

To most, Paula has been knows as the following:

  • President of Girls State
  • Indianapolis 500 Princess
  • Model for Seventeen Magazine after being selected as one of the top 20 U.S. high school girls in 1969
  • Northwest High School graduate (and subsequent member of the Indianapolis Public Schools Hall of Fame)
  • Indiana University graduate (Bachelor’s and Master’s)
  • Recipient of Honorary Doctorate of Laws from Butler University
  • First female Deputy Mayor for the city of Indianapolis
  • Former City County Councilwoman
  • Philanthropist
  • Director of Indiana’s Office of Faith Based and Community Initiatives
  • Indiana University administrator and professor
  • Member of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Incorporated

Your other titles:

  • Daughter
  • Sister
  • Wife
  • Grandmother
  • Aunt
  • Friend

To me…..she’s known simply for three letters: MOM!

Happy birthday mom! You have broken the glass ceiling, mentored many, fought (and still fighting) to reduce Indiana’s infant mortality rate, been a shoulder for my tears and stood right by my side during the good and bad times.

Today is YOUR day! You have earned it! ENJOY IT!!!!!!!

I love you!

As always, these are just a few thoughts….”From My Hart.”

I Hope I’m Still Making You Proud

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I haven’t been in the greatest spirits for the last week, and it hit me as to why. This Saturday, August 22, marks nine years since my dad, James Sawyers, earned his wings and went home. He may not have been my biological father, but he was the only father I knew, respected and who raised me from the time I was two years old.

With every passing day, I wish I could have just one more conversation with him…one more heart to heart discussion about career….life…..and yes, men. I will never forget the day I graduated from Alabama A&M University and dad telling me just how proud he was of me. After watching me struggle my Freshman year to flourishing as a news reporter for one of the local radio stations my Senior year, dad took me aside privately before the ceremony and told me I could achieve absolutely anything I put my mind to doing.

For those who lived in Indianapolis in 1978, you probably remember the infamous Blizzard of ’78. Even though I wasn’t even born yet and he and my mother hadn’t met at that point, I have heard story after story about how amazing he was as the Communications Officer for the City of Indianapolis. Little did anyone know I would follow in his footsteps as a public relations beast a few decades later.

The day before you died you called me….just to say one thing. You called to tell me you love me. And while my heart still hurts because you’re gone, I am so grateful those were the last three words you ever spoke to me.

This one’s for you dad. I hope I am continuing to make you proud. I love you, and I always will.

As always, these are just a few thoughts “From My Hart.”

Change is Necessary at IBE

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Dear IBE and Indianapolis Community:

It’s that time of year. The Indiana Black Expo, Inc. (IBE) Summer Celebration has just ended, and it seems everyone is playing “Monday Morning Quarterback” now that the event is over.  Before I begin explaining why I believe change is necessary for IBE, let me first start by talking about why I really do love the institution and the powerful pillar of the community it has been for 45 years.

It’s no secret that I have history with IBE. I have been quite outspoken about it, but my relationship with the organization began much earlier than the short time I served as its Director of Communications and Public Relations. As a child, I was introduced to IBE by way of my mother who once served as Deputy Mayor for the city of Indianapolis not to mention our close personal relationship with Rev. Charles Williams’ family. I attended private school for the majority of my school-aged years and appreciated attending the IBE-sponsored events to learn about my culture and so much more. Because of IBE’s Circle City Classic, I was introduced to Historically Black Colleges and Universities. Because of IBE’s Circle City Classic, I attended and graduated from Alabama A&M University (Go Bulldogs). I would not be who I am today if it hadn’t been because of the time I spent at Alabama A&M and thus IBE. My point? I will always have love for the institution that is IBE. It is an organization with so much potential, especially in these tough times we are currently experiencing.

Now…the real reason for this blog.

IBE is currently on life support, and I can hear the monitor slowing down even here in my home in Memphis, TN. Volunteers are few and far between (thank goodness for those who are still on board). Sponsors have been significantly reduced (remember the days when events such as the Free Concert were actually sponsored by a major company?). As someone said the other day, bridges have been so badly burned that many folks ran for the hills and those still around are hanging on by a thread. While word on the street is Sunday’s attendance in the Indiana Convention Center was significantly more than the previous days, what does that really say when photos from Saturday practically show tumbleweeds through the exhibition halls and downtown streets? Let’s not forget Sunday was absolutely free. If you can’t convince people to attend a free event, what does that say?

I believe IBE needs to hit Control+ALT+Delete. It needs a complete overhaul. With all due respect to the current IBE board members, it’s time for new blood, new faces, new ideas…..ones who more accurately represent the Indianapolis community and not just individuals who have deep pockets or political influence. Of course the biggest change needs to begin with the top. It is past time for Tanya Bell to be replaced as the CEO. For those who follow me on social media sites, I have likened the situation to a basketball and football coach. When they are no longer “winning,” a change of the guard is necessary.

IBE has lost touch with the Indianapolis community. So many have lost respect for the organization. So many suggestions have been given over the last several years and seem to fall on deaf ears. Change is necessary to grow. For example, DJ Kid Capri is a legend, but there are so many other great ones, many of which live right there in Indianapolis with a significant following…such as DJ Kenny Kixx, DJ Metrognome, DJ Limelight, DJ Skrill, DJ JF and so many more. The young professionals are the new generation of leaders and have launched very successful campaigns. Yet, I have heard from more than one of those leaders that their ideas have been dismissed.

Oh, let me also throw in this other suggestion. Social media is the new means of disseminating information. First of all, do not only post on social media when talking about buying tickets. When I was the Director of Communications, I posted a black history fact every single day. It was so popular I would receive emails on days when it wasn’t posted by 3:00 p.m. Partner with other organizations in Indianapolis. You can share their events and promote what they do. Surely the Indianapolis Urban League, Madame Walker Theater and many others would appreciate the support. Speaking of social media, it was listed on all the promotional materials yet I saw (from here in Memphis) the frustration from individuals who didn’t hear about the free concert being cancelled directly from IBE on social media.

Now, let me be very frank. Y’all (yes, that’s the Memphis in me now) can miss me with all the “Positive Rosy” comments about how things are better and folks are working together to make sure IBE doesn’t die. I have been privy to many offline conversations where individuals have expressed their frustration. I heard a comment on the Afternoons with Amos show on AM 1310 that made me literally laugh out loud. The caller was telling the listeners they need to volunteer and pay dues to the local IBE chapter. NEWS FLASH! No one will actually volunteer and give their hard earned money only to see the same results.

You want to save IBE? I know I do. It’s time for the Indianapolis community to band together and demand changes. I don’t mean just suggest them. The list of Board of Directors is on the IBE website (www.indianablackexpo.com). Not sure how accurate it is, but a simple phone call could confirm that. Look them up. Find out who they are. A simple Google search would give you their addresses. Tell them your demands. Tell them what you want to see changed.

We can’t keep having this same conversation every single year.  Change is necessary. The time is now. In 365 days, I don’t want to have to write a blog about how IBE no longer exists.

As always, these are just a few thoughts “From My Hart.”

Gone but Not Forgotten–Happy Birthday Dad!

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His name was James Sawyers. He was born January 20, 1943. He was my dad.

No, technically he was not my biological father (that’s another story in and of itself….stay tuned to a later blog), but he stepped into the role with basically zero hesitation when he married my mother. I remember when he and mom would tell me the story of the day I first met him. Evidently I hid underneath the table which most two year olds do, right?!?!  I mean I didn’t even know this guy!

Fast forwarding to my adolescent years, I played pretty much every sport imaginable, and my dad was essentially my personal coach. From basketball to soccer, he was always there to support me, cheer for me and yell at the opposing teams! LOL!  No matter how busy he was, he always managed to be there. He knew it meant the world to me even though I would be embarrassed and mad when he cussed everyone out because the referees would call a foul on me. The nerve of them….Ha!

High school was definitely a difficult time. I was a teenager. Enough said. But no matter how strained our relationship had become, he beamed with pride when I graduated from North Central High School. Go Panthers!

Then came the time for me to leave for college and thus began the most tumultuous yet most memorable years.  

I left college after only one semester. To make a long story short, I had a boyfriend back home and well you know how that story ended. I will never forget dad taking me aside to remind me just how important my college education is and even though I was not in school I still had to work a 40 hour a week job. When I realized just how much I did NOT like living back in my parents’ house at the age of 19, I remembered our talk and very quickly applied to get back into my beloved university. That was the best decision I have EVER made.

Because of my dad and the love of his career, I graduated in 2004 from Alabama A&M University with my B.A. in Communications. Because of my dad, I decided to dive into the world of public relations.

He communicated while he was in the U.S. Navy. He communicated with the media and public while working for multiple politicians. He communicated with at-risk youth as both an educator and community volunteer.  He communicated for a living. Yet, his communication went silent on the morning of August 22, 2006.

2006 was by far the WORST year our family has ever experienced (more on that in a later blog). I remember it like it was just yesterday. On August 21st, dad called me and my brothers (all separately) just to tell us how much he loved us. He randomly made those phone calls so it really didn’t surprise any of us. Little did I know that would be the last time I would ever talk to him.

Dad loved me like his own. He held my hand and cried with me during my darkest hours. He was one of my biggest cheerleaders.

With all that being said, today I want to publicly scream to the heavens HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!!!! You are so greatly missed.

As always…..these have been just a few thoughts “From My Hart.” 

 

Still a Proud Member of Colts Nation!

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Horrific is an understatement. I honestly don’t even know what to say about that AFC Championship game between by hometown Indianapolis Colts and the New England Patriots.

Let’s look on the positive side…..We made it to the AFC Championship Game while many other teams were at home watching it on their television. Only a few short years ago, the Colts were 2-14. Yep, that atrociously sad season which culminated in the leadership cleaning house completely, including letting Hall of Fame bound Peyton Manning go. It was a tough decision and one many didn’t like, but in the end it was best for the team’s future.

Then Indianapolis was introduced to a man named Andrew Luck. The transition from Manning to Luck was practically seamless. Yes, adjustments needed to be made, but the team was ready to quiet all the naysayers.

When this current season first started, I guarantee some (won’t say all) of you didn’t even know the names Vonate Davis or Sergio Brown. Be honest. All of the players worked as a team one game at a time.

The Colts had to overcome so many adversities. Before the season even began, Robert Mathis was suspended several games for violating the league’s policy on banned substances (which I still to this day believe was a bullshit suspension) followed by his subsequent injury which ultimately took him completely out the entire season. Of course, I will admit I am slightly biased because he is a fellow Alabama A&M University Bulldog but hey this is my blog damnit!

We still have our problems on defense, but we just need more consistency. They used so much effort and energy in the game against the Denver Broncos that I believe they just ran out of steam. No, I’m not making excuses. A loss is a loss.

Oh…..and let’s not forget the world’s worst trade for Trent Richardson. Dude, seriously???

Ahhhh…..but I digress.

Naturally, I received the phone calls and texts from those who are not Colts fans, but I just shrugged them off.

I believe in Colts Nation and will ALWAYS root for and stand by my home team, win or lose. We made it one step closer to the ultimate prize so we know what needs to be done for next season.

And one final note. I will NOT be rooting for either team in the Super Bowl. I will still watch because I love the game, but I am no bandwagon fan. Even though I absolutely, positively do NOT like the New England Patriots, I will not root for the Seattle Seahawks because well….I’m just not.

Even though I live in Memphis currently, I was born and raised in Naptown. I bleed blue. I am and will always be a proud member of Colts Nation. Now….give me two claps and a Ric Flair! Whewwwwwww!!!

Until next time…..these have been just a few thoughts “From My Hart.” 

Welcome to My Blog!

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Well, hello there! Today I decided to start my own blog. Scary, right? Writing is very therapeutic actually, and this blog will be an opportunity to take the thoughts in my head and put them into complete sentences for all to read on this here world wide web. 

I guess I should start by introducing myself to anyone who doesn’t already know me. My name is Elizabeth, but my family and good friends call me Liz. Originally from Indianapolis, Indiana (Go Colts! Go Pacers! Go Fever!), I moved to Memphis, Tennessee in 2012…..probably one of the best decisions I have ever made but not for the reasons some might think. More to come on that later.

I am a 5’5 single Pisces who likes long walks along the Mississippi River (that sort of sounds like a dating ad, huh?), and I communicate for a living. Yes, that’s how I earn my paycheck to pay the bills. Who better to start a blog than someone who literally writes for a living, right?

Okay….back to why I moved to Memphis. As you follow my blog, you will learn more in depth about me, but the short answer is I needed to get away from my hometown. I needed to get away from what was familiar to me. I needed to re-establish my identity….both personally and professionally. 

And thus I will begin my blog…..stories and thoughts “From My Hart.”