Reflections on The Past
Violence without intelligence, is survival. With intelligence, we are able to delineate what violence is needed, productive violence from senseless, unproductive, unethical violence. The dividing line for violence is debated, but evolving. The more emotionally ...
Alright then, I don’t know how to start this, but here is my story, First it was Monday, the 30th of October, I worked in the second shift that day, until 11 pm and at ...
In August of 1979 while I stroked Amber’s hair and lulled her to sleep, I discovered a small tumor that would transform our world. Since then, I have come to understand her “Life Task” on ...
The following excerpt from “How much is a life worth in RVA today?” by Sheila E. Battle is posted with permission from the Richmond Times-Dispatch (richmond.com). On June 15, 1995, my sister Sharon Yvonne Jackson ...
I’ve found some of the most fascinating music in the back rooms of pubs, on street corners and in people’s homes. Here are some of the places that I’ve had the best music experiences in. ...
I was a girl who was filled with depression, anxiety, post traumatic disorder and a misdiagnosis of bipolar. I was studying in a college 450km far away from my home. I met a guy online ...
Late in the afternoon on June 24th, 1992, I was having a drink with friends at the Seelbach Hotel Bar in Louisville Kentucky. I had a couple of happy hour vodka’s under my belt when ...
Monday, January 4th, 2002 Cranston, Rhode Island I was four the first time I experienced racism. It was a cloudy Monday afternoon. My mom and I stood in a graveyard. I was standing in front ...
I have a Female co-worker (let’s call her Aria; Not her real name of course) and I are both Temps. (Temporary Employees via Agency). So we share stories about each other’s life, past experiences etc. ...
… I was 14 years old. It had been 10 long years of abuse from my untreated mentally ill mother and 6 long years of sexual abuse from my mother’s third husband. One morning as ...
