Eleven days ago, I lost my little brother Joseph. The kid who used to be so attached to me that he called me “Mama Brandi” and would get so jealous and upset if I were to dare play with or hold another child in my arms. The adolescent who I did not see much during …
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So the other day I was talking to my 8 year old son and he was telling me how he is "supposed" to dress, act and talk because he is black. He was telling me how it's cool to have your pants sag a lil bit and that if one of the people in his …
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Today, the only thing people pay attention to are FB statuses, tweets, and how many likes your pics get on Instagram. People are more attached to their phones and tablets and less attuned to their surroundings and relationships. Their FB friends become their “Fam” and they share their most inner thoughts and feelings with their …
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