The Unique View

Often times we work ourselves up over nothing. Anxiety creeps in and the next thing you know, everything you thought was important has magnified to a full blown hurricane. I know I am not alone. I have come to the realization that I am my own worst enemy and if not properly addressed, I will no doubt self-destruct by ushering in depression, stress, fatigue, heart palpitations, headaches, and more. The devil is a lie on that. In the past few months I have allowed myself to mentally self-destruct. Emotions on high alert. Patience is on an extended vacation, and lets not talk about tolerance for the mundane and pointless tasks. Yeah, I am not having it. Either it works or it doesn’t. Either you have a solution or miss me with the problem, especially if the problem has been talked about for what, a few years now. I am gone. I am being transparent in the fact that I am not one of the gossip girls, chatty Cathy types. You won’t find me entertaining too much or too many. My intro...

    Looking back at my life as I often do, maybe too often, I am always making sure to give praise to God for all that He has done for me. I thank Him for the smallest gifts and the not so small. I look around at the world and in seeing the chaos, I thank Him for His protection. Watching the news and seeing all that ugly, I am still thankful. Every day that we wake, leave out homes, drive in our cars, or walk into buildings, we are subject to a life changing event. Every day that we walk in grocery stores, shopping malls, and movie theaters, we are subject to be hurt or killed.  Have you really thought about that? As I look back, I also have to be thankful for all of the dark and heart breaking things. It is in those heart breaking moments that we learn our strength and power. Many of us rise to the occasion of struggles and hardship. Many of us run from them as best one can, but never really escaping for in those hardships we learn a valuable lesson of faith...

    Welcome. Meet August’s author of the month, Keith Kareem Williams . This author is very new to me. I read my first book penned by Keith called, Tourniquet and it was very intriguing. I was drawn to this author for a number of reasons. Keith is a single father and not just of 1 child but of 3. This was refreshing. The issues with parenthood alone is a very hard task no matter who is parenting, but for a male to stand up and take on the responsibility head on is like music to my ears. Our children are lacking positive roles male models and Keith is no doubt the major influence in his children’s lives, in his community of Brooklyn, New York, and beyond. For the dedication he has for his children, the responsibility that he takes head on without complaint, and the joy that I see that he has for his craft of writing.  Without further delay, let’s give a huge shout of welcome to, Keith Kareem Williams . Bio: Keith Kareem Williams is the author of 9 books...

My mind consistently replay the horrible events from the past few years. Lives taken so suddenly, some without cause, many without remorse. Children killed by their parents or as a result of senseless violence. No one is born with fear. No one is born with hate and malice in their hearts. My first experience with hatred due to the color of my skin was when the movie, Roots was aired. My mother, great aunt, and myself were gathered around the Packard Bell wall to wall floor model television and I remember the silence in the room. I remember my mother leaving the room when the whippings started.  Of course up until then I knew nothing of the hatred and slavery that took place. I learned at that time that this was my history as an African American child.   Nothing about segregation and the men beaten for sitting at the lunch counter. Nothing of the 5 little black girls killed in church. I knew nothing of water fountains marked, for whites only and for blacks only. I knew...