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Book Review — Spare by Prince Harry

I’ve always had a bit of a fascination and felt a bit of a connection with Prince Harry. Born second to Prince Charles and Princess Diana, he seemed to grow up feeling the chill of the shadow that I believed Prince William may have cast in that royal family.

I grew up far from royal, but as second born in my family, after an older brother with a seemingly inbred superiority complex, I always thought that Prince Harry and I might have been able to find common ground, if only on that issue.

According to Spare, my musings about the way Harry may have felt while growing up were spot on.

My heart first broke for Harry when his mom tragically died, almost 30 years ago now. As he grew up, I wondered how he was doing as he periodically made the news on this side of the pond. More recently, as the Duke of Sussex made the difficult decision to step aside from the royal family, I waited for his book as I watched his reality TV series, shot with wife Meghan Markle.

Last year, Spare arrived. This year, I finally got around to reading it, during a recent, long overdue vacation. It was more than worth the effort.

Spare can best be divided into three sections, the first of which details his time as a young boy, which includes his achingly candid reflections of the aftermath of his mom’s death. It also includes his revelations about his distant relationship with his father, King Charles. Harry’s readers learn that he has felt alone for quite some time.

Section Two is Harry’s heartfelt and detailed while sometimes droning recollections of his time in the armed services. For this reader, that section could have been truncated, in part to make time for…

Section Three, which is Harry’s “awakening” of sorts, and his meeting, courtship, wedding to and marriage with Meghan Markle. I’d not known much about her until reading Spare, but was left with the undeniable assertion that Harry was whipped from day one by Markle.

Since reading Spare, I’ve started binge watching Suits, the TV series in which Markle starred when they met. I can see why the young prince was so smitten. Markle is gorgeous, and seems so inside and out, from what I can ascertain from her media interviews.

That section of the book actually made me want to add Meghan to my bucket list of interview subjects. Harry details an early argument that the two had, long before they were even engaged. Meghan’s setting of boundaries with him left me thinking “That’s what you need to be ready for when you fall in love with a sistah, Harry.”

Now, I’m left waiting for Meghan’s book, with the hope that hers will be a bit less whiny than her husband’s, at least with regard to the pains of living in the public eye. It’s the hand you were dealt, Harry: deal with it.

That said, the first time author does a good job of drawing the reader in, to a world that we don’t know. My grandmother was a queen, but not that kind of queen.

But she loved her grandson, just like Harry’s did.

Overall, Spare is a great read, and gives a peek into a life that, while might not be like your own in some respects, is more like your own than you may realize.

Thanks, Harry. Let’s grab a beer sometime.

Spare can be found wherever you buy your books.

Freelance content creator Michael P Coleman can be found at MichaelPColeman.com.

REVIEW – Nomlas Cafe

By Michael P Coleman

With the recent closing of Drip in Midtown, Sacramento, I was on the hunt for another independently-owned coffee shop in town. Today, I struck pay dirt not just in town, but in my own backyard, with Nomlas Cafe.

They’ve been open since September of 2023, and they’re tucked away at the end of the strip mall that’s across the street from Raley’s on Folsom, in east Sacramento.

Located at 3313 Juilliard Dr. Ste D in Sacramento, CA 95826. Photo credit: Coleman Communications / Michael P Coleman

The menu is small but mighty, and it includes the richest, most flavorful mocha I’ve had in years. The caramel macchicato is really good, as well, and isn’t as overwhelmingly sweet as many I’ve had.

I also checked out one of their excellent blueberry muffins, which they tell me they get daily from a local bakery.

Photo credit: Coleman Communications / Michael P Coleman

You can buy some beans if you want. Photo credit: Coleman Communications / Michael P Coleman

Caution: If decaf is your thing, you might want to pick another place. The Jamaicans at Nomlas Cafe don’t have a decaf option, and are unapologetically serving some delicious, high octane coffee!

The place also has a huge, beautiful dining room / social space in back, and they feature a free reggae band on Saturdays, starting at 7pm.

Stop by sometime soon, mon!

Nomlas Cafe is located at 3313 Juilliard Dr. Suite D in Sacramento, and are open Monday-Friday 7am – 5pm; Saturday 7am – 10pm; and Sunday 8am – 5pm. Give them a call at 916-222-0148, and check them out online at nomlascafe.com. You can also email them at coffee@nomlascafe.com

Michael P Coleman is a freelance content creator. Connect with him at michaelpcoleman.com.

REVIEW — Kitchen15

By Michael P Coleman

The new Kitchen15 is occupying the spot where my beloved Smash Burger used to live, in the Midtown area of Sacramento.

They’re up to the task.

First, they offer bottomless mimosas for $20. I could almost stop writing this review right there.

But that would mean I couldn’t tell you about a fantastic, huge helping of chicken and waffles, a hearty Denver omelet, and a sturdy delicious breakfast burrito. The chicken and waffles rivaled those at Fixins, also in Sacramento, or Home Of Chicken & Waffles in Oakland. It was hard to to settle on something from their expansive menu. They’re something there for everybody.

Then, there’s dessert. No, I don’t typically do dessert after breakfast, but Kitchen15’s Double Chocolate Brownie Waffles nudged me to throw caution to the wind. You can justify it if you take half of your entree home, ‘cause they are “mini waffles.”

They’re also filled with molten chocolate, and are decadent.

Kitchen15’s service was quite quick, and delivered by way of a very welcoming, friendly team. I’ll be back. Grab the booth in the far corner to the right for the best people watching.

Kitchen15 is located at 1630 K Street in Sacramento.

REVIEW — Moonbelly Bakery

By Michael P Coleman,

You know that you’ve stumbled across a winner when you arrive at a location and people are standing outside, braving a chilly late winter rain, just to get in.

Well, “chilly” is relative — this is Sacramento, California, after all — but the point is the food at Moonbelly Bakery promised to be great, as the line of people waiting outside just to get in was almost 20 deep.

Maybe that score of hungry people wondered whether Moonbelly would be sold out of one of their mouthwateringly delicious sandwiches: either the ham & cheese melt or the veggie.

Maybe they regretted not arriving earlier this Saturday — Moonbelly is open for business Friday-Sunday 8am-1:30pm — and feared they wouldn’t get to savor a slice of either of their daily, featured breads: today’s were Persimmon Whiskey or Banana (complete with chocolate chips).

Maybe they thought about the cookie that they might have to substitute for the decadent Peanut Butter Mazapan, all of which might be already in the bellies of those who got up and got to Moonbelly Bakery just a little bit earlier.

I doubt that they’d miss the coffee, if Moonbelly by some chance was out of the quite pedestrian pick-me-up beverage. That said, who goes to bakery for the coffee, really?

Really?

At Moonbelly Baker, the baked goods are the unequivocal stars of the show.

On the way out, I heard a customer gushing over the chocolate croissant that she’d managed to nab, before that basket emptied out for the day.

Next time, Moonbelly.

Next time.

Moonbelly Bakery is at 6511 Folsom Boulevard in Sacramento. Their number is 916-573-2313.

Michael P Coleman is a freelance contact creator. Follow his socials at @ColemanMichaelP, or connect with him at MichaelPColeman.com.

Remembering HIV / AIDS Activist Hydeia Broadbent and Our Work Together

By Michael P Coleman

I’m getting old enough to notice that people far younger than me are dying. Some of them are leaving this earth having done far more to improve the world we live in than I’ve managed to do.

The recent death of HIV / AIDS activist Hydeia Broadbent checks both of those boxes. She was only 39 years old. She changed the world around her, and for a moment, I had a front-row seat.

I met and got to work with Broadbent almost 10 years ago, about two decades after the then six-year-old girl charmed the world, while simultaneously breaking its heart, on popular platforms like The Oprah Winfrey Show. She’d been adopted as a newborn after her biological mother abandoned her. Three years later, Broadbent tested positive for HIV, the virus that causes AIDS and the one that, at that time, was believed to deliver a certain death sentence.

When Broadbent and I crossed paths, I’d been charged with finding dynamic speakers for an annual women’s conference in Sacramento, California. I was surprised to get the assignment, as one thing I’ve never been is a woman, so I was determined to knock the ball out of the park and put my head to the grindstone. I eventually booked Broadbent, along with trailblazing sports broadcaster Jayne Kennedy, for 2014’s Exceptional Women Of Color conference. The pair of them helped secure a contract with the Sac Cultural Hub that endures to this day, so I owe Broadbent a debt of thanks for that, if nothing else.

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After having interviewed her by phone, I met Broadbent in person on September 24, 2014 when she got to town and helped to put the Hub on the national map. Our local Fox affiliate insisted on interviewing her. Having spent her life in front of TV cameras, it wasn’t a big deal for her, but it was for the Hub and for me. Recently, I discovered there’s a brief clip of me chatting with her in the Fox 40 b-roll for the segment.

As diminutive as Broadbent was — she stood barely five feet tall — she was an absolute force. A decade ago in Sacramento, she preached her message before a first standing room, and eventually standing ovation-charged audience.

And Broadbent was as forceful behind the mic as she was behind the scenes. During my talent-booking years, I don’t think I’ve ever signed anyone who so politely yet firmly demanded what they needed in an appearance rider. To this day, Broadbent was not one to be ignored.

I last spoke with Broadbent a handful of years later, just as COVID slowed the world down. Broadbent wasn’t deterred by a pesky virus. After all, she had stared another of them in the face for over two decades by that point, and she fought on.

With Broadbent’s death last week, a hole has been left in the world. On days like today, people often say things like “It’s a hole that can never be filled.” As beautiful as those words are, I know better than that. Those who do God’s work on this earth eventually have to pass the baton to someone else, as ashes must return to ashes, and dust to dust. Even Moses had to turn things over to Joshua.

That said, we’ll be waiting for God, or Spirit, or the universe, or whatever you want to call Her to send us another Hydeia Broadbent. I’m very thankful that I got to meet and work with the young lady, and she will be missed. I’ll be calling her name, right along with the other men and women who’ve crossed my path while they labored to improve the world around us a better place.

I’ll also continue to follow her lead, hoping to make her proud.

RIP, Hydeia Broadbent.

Connect with freelance content creator Michael P Coleman at MichaelPColeman.com.

I’ve Been Praying For Oscar-Nominee Colman Domingo For Years

The actor is the answer to the prayer of every LGBT black boy who needed to see himself out in the world.

By Michael P Coleman

Twenty-some years ago, now, I was awakened from a sofa-bound slumber by a leather-pants-clad Latin superstar-in-the-making. His name was and is Ricky Martin, and he was performing “The Cup Of Life” on the Grammy Awards, during which I’d fallen asleep an hour or so earlier.

Martin shook the hell out of his bon-bon, forcing me decidedly and permanently out of the closet as a bisexual African American man. I have often said that, looking at him, I don’t completely understand straight men or lesbians, as everybody should be able to admit that he is one sexy son-of-a-bitch. A few months later, I took my then teenaged daughter to see him in concert. She had a huge crush on him, and so did her dad.

I soon found out that as liberating as it is to be out in the sun, it can also be isolating and, for lack of a better word, lonely.

Oh, I have a lot of friends, and have had more than my fair share of romantic and sexual partners, but 25 or so years ago, there weren’t many black or brown LGBTQIA+ men who were open about their sexuality, especially men who were in the public eye.

At least Ricky was there. He’s not exactly black, but he’s “moreno” (a term I just learned last night, when it was applied to me, by a handsome kid in Puerto Vallarta). But as hot — and as brave — as Martin was to live his vida loca, I longed to see someone on the public stage who looked just a little more like me: dark brown, nappy headed, and proud.

It’s probably my own lingering internalized homophobia, but the gloriously over-the-top Billy Porter doesn’t quite cut it.

I’m happy for him, as he’s able to live his truth, and he looks fabulous in his ball gowns, but that’s never been my style. With my gut, I couldn’t pull off a gown like that if I tried.

I didn’t have to change who I was when I let the world in on the best kept secret in my high school: that I’m attracted to men as much as I am with women. For me to have done Billy, I’d have to have done just that: change. So for years, I waited for a black man who reminded me of me to enter the scene.

Enter Oscar-nominee Colman Domingo. He is the answer to my prayers. Even his name mirrors mine.

I wasn’t aware of Domingo at all until a few months ago, when I caught his riveting performance in the titular role in Netflix’s Rustin. I’d learned of the gay civil rights activist (and confident to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.) Bayard Rustin soon after I came out, when someone gave me a copy of a new autobiography on him. Reading it, I had moment after moment of wondering how in the world I could have been a lifetime lover of history and had never heard of him.

While I’ve not reviewed archival footage of Rustin, I’ve been told that the actor’s Oscar-nominated performance is a seamless portrayal. But as much as I enjoyed Domingo in that film, I wasn’t prepared for what I’d see him do in the reimagining of The Color Purple, just a month later.

Domingo plays Mister, Celie’s foil and the musical’s principal protagonist. In the new film, Domingo is every bit as vile and menacing as Danny Glover was in the original.

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But somehow, Domingo manages to imbue a hint of humanity in the role, even during the film’s first act, when Mister is at his absolute worst. While Glover’s Mister only makes a change relatively late in the original’s third and final act, Domingo’s humanity reveal is gradual. It’s a brilliant performance that I hope is rewarded during this year’s Oscar broadcast, on March 10.

We’ll be seeing more of Domingo soon, I’ve learned. He’s set to play Michael Jackson’s father and the legendary Nat “King” Cole in separate biopics. He’s even slated to direct the latter project.

With those roles and Rustin under his belt, I hope Domingo isn’t pigeonholed as the Black Biopic Guy, and that the Academy Award I hope he wins later this winter will be the next step in what will be a legendary career.

My husband and I may host an Oscar viewing party in a few weeks. If we do, who knows? I may wear a pair of black leather pants in Ricky Martin’s honor (especially since I can’t pull off that Billy Porter-esque ball gown), and to celebrate what I hope will be a win for Domingo.

But even if he doesn’t take home Oscar gold, Domingo is a winner in my eyes, and in the eyes of every black LGBT boy — or man — who’s looking for a version of himself in the larger world.

Thank you, Colman Domingo. And good luck on March 10.

Connect with freelance content creator Michael P Coleman at MichaelPColeman.com.

This Valentine’s Day, I’m Remembering Taz

By Michael P Coleman

A few times in my life, I’ve met someone and become instant friends. I was lucky enough to marry two of them.

One of them that I didn’t marry is Taz. I can feel it when it happens — there’s an energetic shift — and I will always remember those first meetings.

Taz was at The Depot in Sacramento one Saturday night. Rob and I stopped in for just a second, not even a drink, so I could check on a friend who was having a hard time. Taz and another guy were with that friend.

Minutes later, I told him and a pair of his friends that Rob and I would drive them to another bar, The Bolt, where we were headed. They were just about to call a cab to get there.

Taz and I got in the car as new acquaintances, almost immediately began arguing over something silly, and got out of the car at that second bar as friends, finishing each other’s sentences. When we got there, Taz offered to buy me a drink, and I said “Just get me anything!” He came back from the bar with shots of Jack Daniels, having had no way of knowing that JD is my favorite alcoholic beverage.

A few minutes later, one guy from Taz’s friend group asked us how long Taz and I had known each other. Our answer, in almost perfect unison as we laughed: “About an hour!”

I don’t think I’ve seen, let alone talked to those friends of Taz’s since that night. Taz and I traded numbers and spent countless hours together after that, over too few years.

This pic’s from that long, memorable night.

This pic was taken a year or two later, five years ago today, at another bar. That’s my husband, Rob, on the left. If you pick up a pattern, yes, Taz and I loved to have a good time with a good beverage.

Taz died a little while ago, far too young. I miss him.

If you love someone, tell them. You don’t know how long they — or you — will be here. I’m glad I told Taz. I think he knew. ❤️

Happy Valentine’s Day.

CeCe Winans Releases New Single / Video, Announces 2024 Tour Dates

By Michael P Coleman

Christian music sensation CeCe Winans has dropped a new single, “That’s My King,” that foretells an album that will be a must-have for anyone who’s excited about what God is doing in their lives.

It’s also a great song for those who might be wondering who I’m talking about!

“ ‘That’s My King’ is amazing. I love what it’s saying,” Winans said of her new single, via YouTube. “You cannot be still when you listen to it! It ushers in the power of God. It puts us in the right posture of looking up and understanding that He is the king of kings. We have to learn how to worship Him according to who He is.”

If you need a tutorial — or a reminder — on just how to worship, Winans has that covered as well, with the release of an accompanying video for “That’s My King” which showcases what the singer, perhaps, does best: lead a live worship experience.

If you’ve not been a part of one of hers, she’s promising to offer a chance to rectify that: The Goodness Tour is scheduled to kick off on February 28 and includes dates in Stockton and San Jose. Tickets for the tour are already selling very quickly, with the second night in Mobile, Alabama having already sold out!

“That’s My King” also puts another of Winans’ talents on full display. As early as her first single, “Up Where We Belong,” the singer displayed a gift for elevating an already established and beloved song. Give “That’s My King” a listen, and you’ll hear…you’ll feel what I mean.

There’s a great story in 2 Samuel, 6:14-22 to be exact, that describes David dancing his way out of his clothes in praise. I was reminded of that story as I listened to CeCe Winans’ new “That’s My King” this morning, as I got ready for my morning shower. David and I had something in common up in here this morning!

Winans may not have found that surprising at all.

“You’re gonna have some church on ‘That’s My King,’ she laughed.

“That’s My King” will be included on Winans’ forthcoming album, More Than This (PureSpring Gospel / Fair Trade Services).

Tickets for Winans’ The Goodness Tour are available at cecewinans.com.

REVIEW — Garth Brooks and Other Las Vegas Surprises

They say what happens in Las Vegas stays there, but I had to tell you about Garth Brooks — and some great, “guilty pleasure” meals — in Sin City.

By freelance writer Michael P Coleman

I’ve been a country music fan since I was a little kid. The albums “A Sunshiny Day With Charley Pride” and “Behind Closed Doors” by Charlie Rich were mainstays in my house.

That was years before Kenny Rogers chided me to know when to hold ‘em and when to fold ‘em, or when Dolly Parton made my pre-“9 to 5” ritual just a little more joyous.

To borrow the words of another legendary country music diva, Barbara Mandrell, I was country when country wasn’t cool…at least not for a black boy in Detroit.

So when Garth Brooks hit the scene in the early 1990s with a string of hits including “Unanswered Prayers,” “The Dance,” “Friends In Low Places,” “American Honk Tonk Bar Association,” and “Longneck Bottle,” I was all in.

I didn’t get to see him in concert for a couple of decades, when I worried he was going to shake Sacramento’s aging Sleep Train Arena to the ground with a multi-week string of shows almost a decade ago, now. During the concert I attended, Brooks took the stage about 10:20pm and partied with us until well after 2am the next morning! It was one of the best concerts I’ve ever attended.

So last year, as COVID loosened its grip on the world and after I got my shots and boosters, I decided to venture out to Las Vegas to catch a show during Brooks’ residency at The Colosseum at Caesar’s Palace. It was the middle of a scorching summer on the strip, with the mercury climbing to 188 on one of the days I was there.

Garth was even hotter inside.

The superstar sang pretty much everything I wanted to hear, and he sang them really well, which wasn’t much of a surprise after that four hour marathon concert that I mentioned! What was surprising was his wife, superstar Trisha Yearwood, strolling out for a series of beautiful duets with her husband, along with a performance of her own “She’s In Love With The Boy.”

While Miss Yearwood (as Brooks affectionately calls her) is clearly the better singer, the pair’s chemistry and Brooks’ affable nature pulled him through. If the duo’s singing voices ever fail them, their onstage banter and comic timing suggest they might have careers as stand up comedians.

Even more surprising was Brooks’ palpable humility. After a record breaking run in the 90s, the singer paused his career for over a decade to enjoy the fruits of his labor and to watch his girls grow up. A dozen or so years later, when I got to see him during his marathon U.S. arena run, he was palpably happy to be back, and we all felt it. We still felt it almost a decade later, in Vegas last summer.

If you’re a country music fan, make it your mission to see Garth Brooks in concert. He’s right up there with Diana Ross and Prince as one of the best live performers I’ve ever seen. Just like those two, and countless others among the greats, Brooks has never been the world’s best technical singer, and in the world of country music, there are countless guys who could out sing him.

But no one connects with a lyric and delivers an emotional punch better than Brooks, and just like Ross and The Purple One, you’d be hard pressed to find a better performer than Garth, in his prime or otherwise.

Brooks has extended his Vegas residency into this year. Grab your ticket, book your flight, and treat yourself to one of the best shows you’ll ever see.

The surprises that Las Vegas offered didn’t stop with Brooks and Yearwood. The strip features both Haute Doggery, which serves authentic Detroit Coney Island Hotdogs, and the only White Castle west of the Mississippi River!

Get the onion chips with your sliders. My grandmother swore by them. You’re welcome. Credit: Coleman Communications / Michael P Coleman

Credit: Coleman Communications / Michael P Coleman

Both of those places made this Motor City boy VERY happy! A little sick to my stomach when I had to return to Las Vegas, but happy nonetheless!

Overall, I had a great time in Las Vegas. If you decide to go in the summer, make sure you can handle the heat. The mercury climbed to 188 degrees while I was there! But I loved it.

I’m thinking about picking up a side hustle and stashing away a little money so that I can afford to see Adele there. Her Las Vegas residency’s final dates have been announced — she’s performing there through June of this year.

Well, two side hustles. Adele’s commanding over $2,000 per ticket.

Hey, Adele! Go easy on my bank account with those ticket prices, baby!

Connect with freelance content creator Michael P Coleman at MichaelPColeman.com, and follow his blog at MichaelPColeman.Wordpress.com.

REVIEW: Sonic’s Peanut Butter Bacon Cheeseburger and Shake

By Michael P Coleman

Two great tastes that taste great together.

When I was kid, those seven words comprised the linchpin of a very popular ad campaign for Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. The associated television spots showed pairs of people merging chocolate and peanut butter together in mostly hysterical ways.

These days, while Reeses hasn’t receded into the background, the original Cup is one of many branded confections that combine those two ingredients. And all of these years later, those varied treats continue to command my attention.

But in 2024, isn’t it time for an upgrade?

Sonic thinks so. They’ve introduced a burger and a milk shake with peanut butter and…

Wait for it…

Bacon.

My eldest daughter once said, over breakfast, that “Bacon never disappoints.” It was a nugget of wisdom that has entered Coleman Family lexicon. We still quote her often.

Those three words have never been more accurate than when used to help describe Sonic’s new burger and shake. My recent visit to a location in Merced was my first ever stop at Sonic.

It won’t be the last.

Sonic’s new Peanut Butter Bacon Cheeseburger offers a healthy sized slab of real beef. Great, fresh toppings. With the peanut butter / bacon on top providing the perfect savory / sweet combo.

The burger is huge, too — I couldn’t finish it. I wound up tossing half of it into the refrigerator after I got home. It’s serving as breakfast as soon as I’m finished writing this.

I also can’t say enough about Sonic’s new Peanut Butter Bacon Milkshake. Don’t let the thought of bacon in a milkshake scare you, as it did me. It’s a new favorite.

Just for kicks and giggles, I tried Sonic’s chicken sandwich and a strawberry shake, too. Rather than flavoring she shake with syrup, Sonic adds real chucks of berry to the that shake. My straw was consistently clogged up as I feverishly tried to gulp it down.

Sonic’s chicken sandwich is every bit as flavorful as Popeye’s viral one, with less breading, so I actually favored it. I wished Sonic offered a spicy version, but that’s quibbling. Lunch was great.

A note of caution for those still clinging onto those fitness New Year’s resolutions. Sonic’s Peanut Butter Bacon Cheeseburger packs just over 800 calories…so it’s probably a good thing that I split it into two meals / days. Sonic hasn’t disclosed the caloric count on their Peanut Butter Bacon Milkshake.

‘Nuff said.

Oh, yeah…I have to tell you about Sonic’s onion rings: the batter on them was actually ever so slightly sweet, which I surprisingly loved. And the tater tots were another great throw-back to childhood. I didn’t even need catsup on them!

If you’re up for an explosion of glorious flavors in your mouth, and some extra time on the treadmill, Sonic’s Peanut Butter Bacon Cheeseburger and Milkshake are only available through February 4, so don’t dawdle. I have to stock up and see how those puppies freeze.

At the very least, I’ll be adding peanut butter and bacon to my next backyard BBQ burger!

Connect with foodie and freelance writer Michael P Coleman at MichaelPColeman.com.

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