Celebrating Our Differences
Just when I thought he was a humorist his words slapped me upside the head and made me cry. I don’t find his meanderings on Facebook every day, but I’m always looking for them. They fill me up. Welcome to Garden Spices, Faeez Van Doorsen. Hope you visit…
I was scheduled to visit Thailand this year and due to health issues, had to cancel my trip. I’m thrilled to know I can visit this illuminating country via the photos of Bernie Basley. Thank you Bernie! -Victorine – Bernie Basley Bernie loves to take pictures. He earned…
Thank you to the sun, for rising each morning without fail or applause. Thank you for every kiss that you laid upon my upturned face (your touch always did make me blush), and thank you for coaxing the flowers up from their cozy beds. Thank you for peeking…
“I acknowledge and swear to the spirits of our ancestors that I, Kojo-Achampong, will never disgrace you, my Ashanti people, or Black people, no matter where I go, or what I am called upon to do.” – Curtis James Morrow, (Kojo-Achampong), in My Sankofa Kojo Acheampong was the…
In the beginning, back when I epitomized what loneliness meant, Meeting you seemed preordained, as if you were heaven sent. Out of my personal darkness, something in you brought light. And I truly believed there would be happiness every day and night. In the beginning, it seemed…
Upon, walking up the steep narrow stairway that leads to Asha’s Attic you are greeted with an oversized children’s book titled Asha’s Attic and a handcrafted sign created by the owner to let you know you’ve arrived to the most original resale shop in Chicago. The attic, as…
“Craig Applegarth is an inspired Photographer with an eye for the exquisite beauty in his native surroundings in Florence, Al., and beyond. Craig adapted photography as his main hobby after several long years of struggling with alcohol- addiction and recovery. After a spiritual awakening and sobriety, Craig discovered…
When people find out I’m a writer, or they finally meet me, an inordinate amount of people tell me they want to write a book, or they have a book in them, but they don’t have the time. I smile, trying not to grimace because the typical person…
I was invited to speak at Unity Church of Chattanooga. Preceding me, a young man entered the mic at with a prayer. This prayer took me Home to a place where I would enter into an affirmation of what life might be through listening to this voice/these words. …
Just south of Memphis, I start receiving waves from strangers. I’m in a different world,far removed from urban dangers. Now I’m looking at the billboards advertising local greasepits. And I’m hit with a sudden craving for fried catfish and grits. I roll down the windows to catch that…