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Yaaaaass, you woke up this morning so, I think it’s safe to say that today is a good day. It’s best we start looking at it like that, because crap will happen regardless. So every opportunity to see today as being anything but a blessed day is just asking for trouble, even when that customer service rep was mean and nasty to you when you made your first phone call. Grrrrrrr! Let’s shake that off though, they can’t have our good energy.
Smile, it’s your day, your life. Read a book, preferably one of mine, lol. OK, lets get on with this day. Catch this cyber peace sign I’m sending you as I call out, “PEACE!”
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Looking forward to another production of Murphy’s Law:Group Therapy Gone Wild.
We workshopped the play December 6, 2014 and received great feedback. As I went back to the table and began making alterations to the script, I pictured each of the cast and the wonderful job they did and, it wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be, to cut the play down to size.
I cut a bit of the script and added a bit. We’re doing more with lights and sound. We’ve bought a few folk on board who have experience on the production end, so I’m ecstatic. Oh what a blessing to be able to work with this talented bunch of cast & crew. You’re all in for a great show. For now, take a look at a few pictures from our last production.
Hello everyone. I know it’s been a while but never fret, I’m baaaack., And guess what story prompts my return?
I just watched Whoopi on The View who states she would like to make an informed and educated judgement and doesn’t feel there’s enough on the matter to do so. Where some would say that this was responsible, others evidently feel otherwise and have gone as far as to threaten her per Whoopi. I’m asking, can we measure what is enough proof for another to form an opinion?
I honestly know how she feels. It’s been a looooooooooong time that these women have not come forward, regardless of the reason (and I’m not saying this is how Whoopi feels), but the story is a lot to take in and there’s more we don’t know. Considering how old he is and when this is taking place in his life, one should consider more before condeming Mr. Cosby. And don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t look good, just keeping it real, but, the law is the law. And we can’t take matters in our own hands and pass judement all over the place.
Geeda spends most of her life growing up around the hard streets and ghetto, placing value and working toward a healthy life on the other side of the fence. However, when her husband is away on business longer than normal, Geeda loses it and surounded by the wealthy insane, finds out the hard way that life isn’t greener on the other side. Instead, it’s a different kind of madness and a life she wants nothing more to do with.
This poem has so much history. I have to wonder how long Countee thought about what happened before it actually kicked in that the boy was being racist. I mean, when I was eight, I was in 3rd grade and I heard blacks using the word, “Nigger” so much that if a white kid called me Nigger, I’m not sure if I would’ve been bothered by it. I think I would’ve been more upset at the fact that he stuck his tongue out at me. I wonder what that means. Do we give names or words too much power? Is this anguish over the use of the name/slur, Nigger, taught? Was I simply just young and didn’t know the weight of this word? I wonder. Well, I didn’t learn the significance of the racial slur, Nigger, until the next year when Alex Haley bought us Roots on Broadcast Television. Anyway, here’s Countee Cullen’s poem, Incident.