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A job like none other; at once thankless but magnificently rewarding–there is nothing like motherhood when it comes to the blessing of life. Apropos actually since mothers are the source of life that bring all of us into this world. Grant it, I’m not necessarily qualified to speak on the struggles of motherhood nor do
Isn’t it time we had an adult discussion about race and identity in America? How much longer are we going to let this wound fester and keep letting demagogues and firebrands on all sides use pains of people to enrich themselves and divide the rest of us? A politician not too long ago got elected
This was recorded live on scene at Wolverine Farm Bookstore in Fort Collins, Colorado during the launch of Natalie Giarratano’s book. Natalie is a poet, a prolific writer and a thinker with a heart for social justice. Find out more about Natalie and her work. Support independent thinkers and writers; they are the conscience of
There are times, when we least expect it, when the gravity of moments strike at our hearts and tears bless our cheek bones. This happened to me yesterday morning as I was attending a morning devotional at Harvest Farm. One of the staff members, Tommy, was giving a daily testimony and sharing with us wisdom
Too often, we acknowledge the bad outcomes of life but rarely take note when good deeds occur in our lives. It’s like the positive aspects of life skulk into the recesses of our minds yet we are quick to internalize when the tough breaks gnaw at our spirits. This is something that crystallized in my
Life is a choice as much as it is a perspective. Ill winds will blow at our candles over and over again; the mendacity of some people who choose to reside in their smallness is one we can’t be sheltered from. It seems that this world is divided between those who love to encourage others
Before I delve into this topic of “us versus them”, let me first humanize what is often talked about in the abstract. This morning, I fell asleep on the shuttle on my way to Fort Collins. Suddenly I was jarred awake by my name being called and asked by the driver if this was the
There arrives a time when knuckles get weary. After knocking on the same wall over and over again, the continuous rapping at an immovable object becomes the very essence of insanity. I am just rephrasing Einstein and the wisdom he imparted a long time ago, there is nothing to be gained by doing the same
“Most of the stone a nation hammers goes towards its tomb only. It buries itself alive. As for the Pyramids, there is nothing to wonder at in them so much as the fact that so many men could be found degraded enough to spend their lives constructing a tomb for some booby, whom it would
