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My Reflections as a Black Mother Six Years Later

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Is Race the Biggest Influence of Tipping and Server Etiquette?

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True Health, and Happiness Depend on a Well-balanced Life

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As a nurse, I’ve used my up-close and personal experience with death as a guide to understanding and helping my patients.

After about two hours of crying, praying, and searching our own souls for answers, my family and I had finally gotten news on Daddy’s condition. He had sustained two gunshot wounds to the back of his head and two to his upper back. His medical team said it was too much for him to survive, and the high level of alcohol found in his blood did not help his situation.

At that moment, my inner-self seemed to break away from my body. I had to tell my father how much he was needed — for Momma and for my 13-year-old sister, Tuwanna. But even more than them, for me. I needed badly to get back there to that hosp...

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When Tereasa Martin initially reported her daughter missing to Rosemount Police Department (RPD) on September 9th, she wasn’t taken serious and was told to wait a few hours to file the missing persons report. Almost 24 hours later, Martin got news that knocked her world off its axis - her beloved daughter, Kenneka Jenkins was found dead in the hotel freezer frozen solid.

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I dreamed of Philando Castile last night. Draped in white linen, he stood at a podium before a crowd. His feet planted in sand that was more abundant than waters of the ocean, and black as a night with no moon to illuminate its existence.

Although Philando's eyes held the pain of unspeakable truths; his face was that of pure solemnity. The silhouette of his open wounds were visible through his garment. His hair was that of braided rope that descended to the ground. Signs of wear and tear could be seen on his shoulders from the burdens of an unfavorable society.

He addressed the assembly of young men of staggering ages and various degrees of color. Many of them were familiar. Some wore no face at all. While others had faces covered by hoods...

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Life is but a fleeting glimpse of incomplete and untold stories; full of ups and downs, unexpected circumstances, and moments of disbelief. At times, there are instances in our lives beyond our control and comprehension, leaving us with nothing left to do but latch on to the holy promise of ‘peace beyond our own understanding.’

Today we bask in the sun rays of good fortune and an immeasurable amount of bliss; soaking up as much goodness as one heart can hold. We laugh. We love. We live. And we do each of them to likeness as to which we've been shown. Hopefully, we've all had good teachers.

Yes. Life is good at the moment. No precipitation in the forecast. And no lack of wind beneath us, could deter us from ascending like eagles...

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I never really thought twice about becoming a blogger. Okay, who am I fooling-I hadn’t even thought about it once. It never occurred to me that I could make room for it, or even be good at it. So when one of my elder sisters, Charlene, mentioned the idea some months back…I wouldn’t entertain the possibility at all.

As therapeutic for me, as writing was, the idea of blogging was far-fetched, and seemed foreign to say the absolute least. Having to juggle my already over engaged life of working long hours in the field-and the classroom, volunteer positions, community service, dealing with life issues, and the demands of my big blended family…adding blogging to the mix just seemed too big of a challenge…and a ...

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