Honest Black Business Reviews (Mostly) & Bits of Personal Randomness
To visit friends and get my dinner (yep, at 10 AM), I was headed toward the end of the lake (where all the markets are set up), but I didn’t quite make it because I noticed Grand Rising Food Truck. I’d seen the food truck advertised by some folks I’d met, so I’d be waaaaay outa (yes, “outa”) pocket not to stop and get me somethin’ to eat.
In the age of COVID-19, all manner of service is being offered online, including yoga classes. Am I a yogi? Not really. Did I need a good stretchin’ out? Yes, really. I’ve been a member of Black to Yoga for two years, at least, and I had yet to attend a single session, until last Friday. This is how it went:
As had been my custom for about a year, I stopped at the Red Bay cart to get a sweet fix. Instead of getting my usual muffin, peanut butter cookie, or kugle-whatever, I decided to try one of the packages of cookies that I’d always seen posted up near the ordering window, callin’ to me like Darius’ you-know-what was callin’ to Nina. I’m glad I listened.
For as long as I’ve been in Oakland, D’Angelo–owner of Dr. Lemmon’s Guud Stuff–has been engaged in several entrepreneurial efforts and in activities related to preserving the economic viability of Black folks. Some years ago, he started a pop-up market, where he sells more than just Black-made products. Socks, toothpaste, incense, peroxide, toilet paper, dish soap, lotion: you need, he’s got it. Luckily, for me, he sells Black soap.
