Summer Tales From The MimiVerse, Vol. 1 podcast

On the Season 2 debut of Lost Cultures: Living Legacies , we travel to Bermuda, an Atlantic island whose history spans centuries and continents. Once uninhabited, Bermuda became a vital stop in transatlantic trade, a maritime stronghold, and a cultural crossroads shaped by African, European, Caribbean, and Native American influences. Guests Dr. Kristy Warren and Dr. Edward Harris trace its transformation from an uninhabited island to a strategic outpost shaped by shipwrecks, colonization, the transatlantic slave trade, and the rise and fall of empires. Plus, former Director of Tourism Gary Phillips shares the story of the Gombey tradition, a vibrant performance art rooted in resistance, migration, and cultural fusion. Together, they reveal how Bermuda’s layered past continues to shape its people, culture, and identity today. You can also find us online at ⁠travelandleisure.com/lostcultures Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices…

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Be the Shero in Your Story! 0:51

منذ 23 weeks0:51

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This holiday season, gift yourself your Shero! 💕 In my Autobiographical Fiction online workshop at San Diego Writers, Ink You are not who your past says you are. You are who you choose to be. So, rather than sit in silence with your truth, write about it! On January 11th, expand your gift for prose to writing fiction from your own life experiences in the Writing Autobiographical Fiction workshop with Michelle Parks https://writeyourstorynow.org/classes-workshops/2025-01-11-writing-autobiographical-fiction-with-michelle-parks/…

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The Loveless 3:26

منذ 23 weeks3:26

3:26

On this gloriously sunny December day, in the eternal emotional summer of Cairo, I'm compelled to write this everlasting love letter to myself... 💕

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Christmas Past, Present, and Future! 2:53

منذ 23 weeks2:53

2:53

Christmas is a magical time for reflections and wild imaginings for our future!

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Fever 2:28

منذ 25 weeks2:28

2:28

While trudging through the mundane, I was captivated by a song that made me smile and remember...

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Mental Meanderings from the MimiVerse at Midnight 2:26

منذ 41 weeks2:26

2:26

What's really over the Rainbow???

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Window Seat - Cairo to Tokyo 2:59

منذ 1 year2:59

2:59

Mimi is packing for another adventure.. Again!

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Time... 2:59

منذ 2 years2:59

2:59

Mimi is compelled one to contemplate the oldest mystery in our existence... Time

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Being Black from America 3:56

منذ 2 years3:56

3:56

Being Black from America bestows upon one the ability to rise to every occasion, meet any challenge, and live with total Abandon!

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Friday Morning in the MimiVerse and All is Well... 2:52

منذ 2 years2:52

2:52

Mental Meanderings from the Edge... I found an old notebook and was delighted to reconnect with the newness of my Purple Palace!

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The Omelette 3:24

منذ 2 years3:24

3:24

... you wake up one morning, and something isn't right... what is it??

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Roar! 3:30

منذ 2 years3:30

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Roar! Sojourner Truth (1797-1883) was born into slavery in 1797 as Isabella Baumfree, and would become one of the most powerful advocates for human rights in the nineteenth century. She was often sold and cruelly beaten and violated. She also bore 13 children, many of whom were sold off as slaves. In 1851 Sojourner Delivered ‘Ain't I A Woman?’ one of the most famous abolitionist and women’s rights speeches in American history at the Women's Rights Convention, Old Stone Church (since demolished), Akron, Ohio. In her speech she railed against the absurdity of the feigned frailness of women. Sojourner could out-work, out-eat most men, and take a beating as well as any, yet white women were helped into carriages and carried over mud puddles. ‘Ain't I A Woman?’ she roared at the sea of white faces. 200 years later women are still trying to find our way… The political constructs of 'femininity" and "sexuality" are weapons that have beaten women into submission (and to death) for centuries. Women are the creators of life and the backbone of every society. Yet, we habitually disrespect ourselves, and destroy each other under the guise of "making things easier" or "getting along". In our hearts we know that is not why… we are scared and lazy. And we need to find our Roar! The first time I roared was when my oldest daughter was four years old. She was playing at a friend's house and I was coming to pick her up. She saw me and started running to her Mommy. I opened my arms to welcome her back to me. At the same time, a dog spotted her running and got away from its owner and ran, snarling, at my Little Mama. I pivoted and ran at the dog to cut it off and unleashed a roar that I didn't know I had in me. It was feral and promised death. Everything stopped. Of course, the dog skidded to a stop and tried to run back to its owner. Cars stopped and people looked. I chased the dog and its owner back to their house and kicked the door in. Then I thought, 'shit, I'm going to jail!' I told the owner if she called the police, I would pay the fine for a misdemeanor assault and come back and destroy her and the dog. Then I left, got my daughter and we went to get ice cream and then to the park. I saw the owner and that stupid dog many times after that. She would always cross the street. I was 24 and already a Warrior-Queen.…

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Happy New Year 2023! 3:08

منذ 2 years3:08

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Happy New Year 2023... The world keeps turning and Life is all about Transitions... staying on your pivot... remembering to stick and move.. Last year was enlightening on many levels. I learned to meet life on life’s terms instead of living in the world of ‘should’. There’s no Fate but what I make. Simple. As a result of this way of thinking, I currently find myself on the edge of everything, Again! … another country looming, another catastrophic injury to recover from... another Life... I'm too old for this shit! Thinking back on how I came to be... the baseball field victory, my Prom of white satin and red roses, my Wedding of fluff and giggles, my political beginnings in Alaska, the steps of the Capitol, Dahab and 9/11, the train in Milan that changed my future, my refuge in Limoges, the dojo in Shinjuku where I lost the family honor, the delightful Starbucks in Seoul, an Ahwa in downtown Cairo with shaei mahaleeb and Umm Kulthum... Who am I after all this? Do I still want to be Me? Do I even have a choice? This little Black girl from Chicago dreamed of a woman who would build a world. I woke up the other day and realized: I... AM... Her! I've given birth while still wearing my armor and wolves scratching at the door; made love in the sea; dined with Kings... And, thankfully, have finally found my Buffer against the Lethal Weapon that is Life.…

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A Dream Delivered 3:20

منذ 3 years3:20

3:20

I was compelled to put pen to paper in one of my lonely moments, and this episode was the result...

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ONCE UPON A KING… 7:07

منذ 3 years7:07

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When I was younger, and wondering about what would become of Me, I would sometimes have this dream... That one day… I would be loved.. not because of the shape of my lips or the curve of my hips… but for the fullness of my heart and the depth of my intellect.. That I would choose to love a man who chose to love me too. For, I don’t really like the idea of ‘falling in love’… its sounds random,.. unpredictable.. out of my control.. Being a control freak, I need to think that I have a semblance of control over how and whom I love. Even if the universe has a different plan. So.. in this wonderful dream, I was everything I’ve always dreamt of being: I was financially secure, living well, I was older yet looking lovely, and surrounded by good people. I was the Queen of the Realm… Yet, I was alone. Traveling the world and doing my thang… Like all Queens do! And, on one dream trip to an exotic land (I can’t recall where), I met this man… He was thoughtful, possessed of an understated elegance, and had very kind eyes… This man always spoke softly to me, and gave me his full attention He always made me feel safe and desired when I was with him We would take long walks, he would cook for me, I would sing for him… We… Just… Were. Yet, I could never see him clearly… I merely had a Sense of him… A masculine silhouette with gentle hands and a brave heart. I had created my Oasis: I was understood and desired by mysterious and loving soul. I was listened to and treated with respect. I was also held accountable and laughed at sometimes. I would awake feeling like I had been on an adventure! On days when I was feeling less like Me and more like someone I didn’t want to be, I would think of my Oasis.. and wonder: Will I dream of him today? What would Oasis think about this? What advice will he give me? Wait… I called him ‘Oasis’… I laughed at myself. That’s his name! ‘Oasis’ … I like the sound of that… I loved the feel of him… Wait.. Loved?!?! I’m losing my damn mind! One night, while dreaming, I asked Oasis: ‘Who are you?’ [how come I don’t already know?!] I thought. ‘You didn’t want to know before now.’ He answered.’ Wait!’ I said, ‘Did I say that out loud?’ ‘You’re dreaming, silly!’ He laughed… ‘I can hear and feel everything you think and feel.’ He answered. ‘Ok… Who are you? Where are you from? Why do you love me?’ I blurted. ‘I never said I love you.’ He stated ’It’s my dream, silly!’ I laughed. ‘I can hear and feel everything you think and feel.’ 'Well, I’m just a man trying to do his best. This is my Land. I love you because you are You.', he replied. ‘Hmmm.. what’s your n—‘... I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing! Good morning, … this is she… how can I..? Excuse me, I’m just getting into the office (I lied, as I rolled over looking for my schedule and a pen), you are from where… ?!? Wadi Consortium?? Ok, Mr. .. What did you say your name is.. Omari? Ok, Mr. Omari.. oh.. that’s your first name? Sure, Omari.. then you must call me Mimi……

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What is the MimiVerse? 7:44

منذ 3 years7:44

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The Mimiverse is a place where I can unabashedly claim My life, My body, My thoughts..Where I can Live. My way… In My time… Just because I fuckin’ want to. In the sacred bubble that is the Mimiverse, I am not sentenced to Abandonment and Ridicule for taking agency over my body. I am able to leap broad continents on a single-mom’s paycheck… Be more powerful than foaming racist… Talk faster than a speeding bullet! The Mimiverse is all about Jazz… and Blues… and Rhythms… and Classical Vibes…. And Haunting Melodies… and Soul… it’s about going with My flow! In the MimiVerse, there is enough sweet potato pie for e’erbody! Sangria is a breakfast beverage… And Love is always on the Menu! In Short, within the vast folds of the MimiVerse, there can be found: The magic of the meet cute… The fire of the first time… The love of a lifetime… A slow dance on a warm night after a long walk.. . A quick glimpse of Forever… A mellow taste of what could be… Possibility.. Endeavor… Acceptance… The MimiVerse is ... Me!…

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