We are a unique people
posted over 2 years ago | 2 comments
We are a unique people, in which the definition of independence cannot be assessed by the same norms. We “Blacks” are drawn together by a different code, a different DNA. In Africa, we were a strong people, confident, wise people, with strong trad...
Voices from the Water's Edge: Close your mouth
posted over 2 years ago | 0 comments
My father would tell a story about his trip as a young man to the bayou. Was it true, no I don’t think so, but it proved his point. Always, he and his cousin were out on the water in this little boat fishing. Bugs and gators everywhere, he was not...
Voices From the Water's Edge: No way out
posted over 2 years ago, updated 6 days later | 0 comments
Getting off a plane one day, I got trapped in the gang way ramp to the lobby. There were people in front of me that block all view of what was ahead. As the plane emptied more and more people filled the gang way from behind me. I couldn’t go forwa...
Voices from the Wate's Edge Cost of the oil
posted over 3 years ago, updated 2 minutes later | 0 comments
“RY, it is almost as if they want to be me” a friend of mine said in one of those late night conversation, one only has with leader. She went on to say, “But I guess you know this very well”. Before I could let the statement go to my head, I said ...
Voices from the Water's edge - Two in one
posted over 3 years ago | 0 comments
Sometimes it’s the simply path
Readying his 240Z for a car show, my ex and his friends washed his engine. After everything was all shiny and clean, I hear the men yelling and cursing. I stepped outside, just to hear my ex say, “what the ^&*%, ...
Readying his 240Z for a car show, my ex and his friends washed his engine. After everything was all shiny and clean, I hear the men yelling and cursing. I stepped outside, just to hear my ex say, “what the ^&*%, ...
Voices from the Water's Edge - The Old Ways
posted over 3 years ago | 1 comment
Lesson from the Great depressions
In the 5th grade I had to write a paper on the Great Depression. Since my parents had grown up during that time, I asked them to tell me about it. As they sat down, my mother with her “little coffee”, and my dad...
In the 5th grade I had to write a paper on the Great Depression. Since my parents had grown up during that time, I asked them to tell me about it. As they sat down, my mother with her “little coffee”, and my dad...
Voices from the Water's Edge The Real Black Heroes
posted over 3 years ago, updated 10 minutes later | 2 comments
Many years ago I was driving to make a meeting across town. I had just been promoted to manager of something or another. I need to impress upon these “white boys” the reason for the promotion. Anyway, as I pasted the more affluent neighborhood, (o...
Voices from the Water Edge
posted over 3 years ago | 0 comments
(This was sent to me, in response to a letter sent out my some christian converitives. I thought I would share)
........All's I know is that WE, the people of God, who are called by His name...the Christians (followers of Christ), ...the one's th...
........All's I know is that WE, the people of God, who are called by His name...the Christians (followers of Christ), ...the one's th...
Voices from the Water’s Edge
posted over 3 years ago | 6 comments
Maybe it's because.....
Maybe it’s because I am half black, half white and Indian. Growing up in a white world’s being that black girl or maybe it’s because I grew up in a black world only being known as the girl with the white father. Maybe it’s...
Maybe it’s because I am half black, half white and Indian. Growing up in a white world’s being that black girl or maybe it’s because I grew up in a black world only being known as the girl with the white father. Maybe it’s...
Voices from the Water’s Edge
posted over 3 years ago | 0 comments
Watch and be Careful
As I was in a real painful time in my life, I received an email from someone. The mail was filled with such hateful words, that I had to read it three or four times just to understand it. Reading the letter for the fifth and ...
As I was in a real painful time in my life, I received an email from someone. The mail was filled with such hateful words, that I had to read it three or four times just to understand it. Reading the letter for the fifth and ...
