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The Problem With Natural Hair On TV
An article was recently published about the rise of Natural Hair among black women on TV. Below is the featured article. What are your thoughts? Is there a conscious awareness connected to the sudden surge of natural hairstyles from Blacks? Do you think it matters what state the hair is in? The Problem with Natural… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – The Prophet
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love;… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Barter
Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children’s faces looking up Holding wonder in a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms… Continue reading
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Chicken Noodle Soup
Winter has its perks, among which are soups. The warm feeling of delight as it travels your inward parts is deliciously heartwarming—literally. If there is one meal to enjoy during the cold it is Chili’s and Soups. We’ll need: • 1 (3 1/2-pound) whole chicken • 3 quart(s) low-sodium chicken broth • 6 carrots, peeled… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Language
Silence is one part of speech, the war cry of wind down a mountain pass another. a stranger’s voice echoing through lonely valley’s, a lover’s voice rising so close it’s your own tongue: these are the keys to cipher, the way the hawk’s key unlocks the throat of the sky and the coyote’s yip knocks… Continue reading
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Scars
“You wanna know how I got these scars? If I could, I would tie your arms to a daydream and then auction you off to my fondest memories… shackled to the most important chapter of my life story…pressed into the basement of my eyelids like…like liquid salvation” – Rudy Francisco Continue reading
