Browsing All posts tagged under »rights of passage«

Volume 85: #BlackLivesMatter – My History in Black and White

July 12, 2016

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The hardest thing I've had to deal with being an African American is not prejudice, or stereotypes, or police profiling. The hardest thing to deal with is the invisibility...

Volume 83: Personal and Public Reflections About Violence and African Americans

December 4, 2014

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Self-preservation is a natural human response. Violence is not. Violence is learned. Violence is the expressed anger from a person/people who just want an opportunity to be and feel safe.

Volume 82: Five Traits Children Have In Common With Old People

August 15, 2014

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Hello, good people! I’m going to say thank you for all of the virtual “Welcome back!” that I’m getting right now. I don’t want to waste too much time boring you with¬†where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing. Just know that posting is something that I always want to do, and I would love […]

Volume 81: The Evolution of Love

March 18, 2014

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What if you put your pride, fear, and scorecard aside and just loved the people around you unconditionally? Do you think that you would get the love you need in return? Do you think that you would get more?

Volume 80: Niggas and Chitlins…

March 4, 2014

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In my humble opinion, the use of the n-word is being debated because the previous owners are having a hard time letting go of their ability to use the word without repercussion. In layman's terms, White America is saying to Black America, "If I can't say it, you can't either."

Volume 79: Patience or Punishment?

February 25, 2014

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I realize that much of my parenting style comes from my experiences as a child - good or bad. And for those of us that had a parent who was, welllllllll, less-than-stellar, there is a tendency to swing the parental pendulum in the opposite direction, or unconsciously do exactly what they did.

Volume 73: 1718 Craven Street

April 30, 2013

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On Friday, April 26, 2013 my maternal grandmother passed away. She was the last of my four grandparents to pass, and was the one that quietly played a more significant role than any of the others in my life as a child.