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Roses are not just flowers They are like memories Except, unlike memories You get...
Who is the Random Alchemist and what is a random alchemy? In the author’s...
Beautiful brown Soft, caramel brown Sexy, smooth brown Gentle to the touch Over tender...
Who was the first man to refer to his homeboys as dogs? Was it...
I am not twenty-one years old anymore. Seriously, I am not. Those readers who know me, are having a duhhh! moment right now, and they are totally justified in their stupefaction at my age-foolishness (my new word), as I have not been twenty-one for more than fifteen years. Mathematically, I figured out that I...
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I never liked Superman. Okay, actually, I did. However, that admiration was from my younger days before the darkness that is Batman began to appeal to me. I guess for me, Batman with all his emotional baggage suppressed through acts of righteous, revenge-driven violence just seemed more real and believable. I have never met...
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My baby girl has been sick, and although I am not known for being the biggest nurturer, it broke my heart to have to see her so weak and uncomfortable. She is number six of six, the last of my seed. She is a sweet four year old with wide brown eyes and a...
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During my planning period last week, I had the pleasure of sitting down with one of my good friends, Stanley. Stan is a burly, old American-Mexican-Texan (I wonder how he would look at the order) with the warm belly of a proud grandfather and fierce eyes tamed by the only woman in the world...
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Who was the first man to refer to his homeboys as dogs? Was it the chief dog himself, DMX, or some other rapper, like any member of the West Coast rap group, the Dog Pound, chief among them being Snoop Doggy Dog? Maybe it was some neighborhood kid or farm boy who just loved...
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So there I was, catching up on a few of the blogs to which I have either subscribed or faithfully followed. After reading, I usually browse a connected blog or two, just so I will know what others are saying and how they are saying it. On this particular day, I was feeling a...
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The point is that some women do play a part–and I am not here to discuss the size of that part–in the development of a sorry man. In the past of some sorry men, there were women who helped them to become sorry, or remain so. Is that a feel-good fact? No; however, it...
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Not too long ago, which was exactly three months ago, I was eating some smoked ribs and a grilled beef brisket with my poker clique. We sat with plates piled high, gnawing on the tender, slow-cooked smokey meat, eat with a drink of choice and me with my Amaretto. As if in open defiance...
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I know a woman who loved her man, once. She thought he was the most wonderful, beautiful man she had ever known. He talked to her. He listened. He was the friend that a woman typically only finds in her girlfriends. He was the lover only a Harlequin romance writer could invent. He was...
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No pictures. No audio. No poetry with flowery words. All I have is my best wishes to all my mothers. To my mother…the first woman I ever loved. I love you mommy. Mary Johnson is the best mother in the universe. I can think of no way you could be better. You are an awesome...
From One Form to AnotherSometimes lovers need a little extra time to love. Our lives are filled with...
Making Room for I know few things more frustrating than having duplicate files in my iTunes library. ...
Chasing SilhouettesA man may sometimes find himself in a strange place, one of self-reflection and...
