He wrote it down.


In Others' Words...

Our intention was to dance on his grave.


My beautiful cousin, who I’d not seen in 35 years, and I set out to dance on our grandfather’s grave. Our first dilemma was, of course, song choice. You have to have the right song. We bandied a few song titles about, Alanis Morrisette was a front runner.


We drove to the town where he lived, and where he is buried. We drove to the town where we were abused. Driving down the picturesque New England roads, I felt a little faint. Mary felt a little barfy. We pulled into a store parking lot, and Mary spent some quality time behind a dumpster, hurling. It happens.

We weren’t entirely sure where the cemetery was, so we pulled into a police station to ask for directions. I said, jokingly, We should go in and file a police report. Mary said, What would…

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Invisible Women

The Truth In The Pudding.

SUM City

One of the biggest stories to captivate entertainment headlines this year has been the emergence of Lupita Nyong’o. Her Oscar winning performance as Patsey in 12 Years a Slave catapulted her to the forefront of the public eye. Once there, she has developed almost a second career as the Queen of the Red Carpet, appearing at film festivals looking flawless in stunning gowns that designers are falling over themselves to dress her in. This summer she landed the cover of People magazine’s 50 Most Beautiful issue. Her Oscar acceptance speech about what defines beauty sparked a wave of affirmation from women around the world who fight daily to be seen as attractive and desirable within themselves when bombarded constantly with a narrow standard of beauty. Lupita is the most recent black female star to explode into pop culture but obviously she isn’t the only one. From Michele Obama to Olivia…

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Express Yourself

imageLast night I was in the mood to try one of my karaoke sessions in my room. As I sat on my bed I prayed to God for honesty and truth. I turned on a halloween rap beat and start freestyling but I couldnt get the words out right. As I went to beat to beat from instrumental to instrumental I finally realize the core problem that I still cant understand even in this hour. I was afraid to express my true thoughts out loud. How could this be it’s only me, my bed, my lamp, my t.v., my dresser and my bathroom so what’s the problem heart what’s the deal? The problem hit me like a ton of waves and I closed my eyes and I said it yea I admitted it. I admit how I felt about him and how I thought he felt about me then after that I admit it yea I admit how I feel about myself and how I thought about myself. From that moment on I got the bigger picture when it come’s to ART …You must tell the Truth about it.