BLINDED TRUTH

I woke to a darkened room as my eyes met to an empty ceiling. The traffic lights from a nearby window temporarily brightened the room from each passing car.  “What happened” I asked myself while lying on the floor near the bed. I carefully got up, holding the side of the head as if I was...

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READ BETWEEN THE LINES...

If you read between these lines, I hope my words can express the burning anticipation that’s been withheld for so long.  The anxiety of my declaration churns from the pit of my stomach wanting to tell you in the simplest of words. Yet this utterance is more than a confession, but an unyielding...

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IMANI'S "HOW TO" MOMENT: "HE'S" WORKING ME!

Fifteen years is a long time to be in solitude. It’s not that I had, or having trouble finding the “right one”, it’s that I’m focused on taking care of “me”. You must be asking yourself, why I chose to be single all of that time. Several reasons—for one, I’ve been a caregiver during that time. And I felt bringing someone in my life would put a burden on them they couldn’t handle....

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IMANI'S "HOW TO" MOMENT: YOU GOTTA HAVE FAITH!

You should know by now that I'm trying to prevail from obscurity to a level of greatness.  And when I mean "greatness", I don't mean rich beyond any means.  "Greatness" is knowing fact that when you create something; whether it's an artistic expression such as writing or painting,...

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MEET BRYAN BILLINGS

Bryan Billings, the powerhouse running back that lived the life many often dream.  This two-time MVP lived just as hard off the field by endless partying with women night after night. Then everything had changed when he met stiff competition--and it wasn’t from the opposing team--it was...

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WARRIOR GODDESS

 By Tamyara Brown  I am not just Breast Cancer. There's more to me than that I 'm a goddess. I am more than the many days I may feel ill. I am a warrior I fight even when it seems I can't go on. I do all it all in the name of being a survivor. I am not just Breast Cancer. I am a...

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MEET JANET MONROE

Janet Monroe lived an average life as a thirty-five year old professional.  She woke every morning on a routine of getting up, going to work, and coming home to an empty house.  Then one day, Janet discovered news that put her life in a major recourse. So she decided to take her dream...

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My First Time Being Made Love To...

By Tamyara Brown Every one can recall the first time you have sex. The first person to pop your cherry and it set’s the precedence that you are now a woman hear your kitten purr. Now usually we are just experiencing sex and it’s basically that for some. Do you remember the first time a man...

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WHO'S SHAKING THEIR POM-POMS FOR YOU?

Michael Jackson’s character from the 1978’s cult classic, The Wiz, said it best—success, fame, and fortune, they're all illusions. You may be frowning right now at this quote and asking, “Be who wouldn’t want to be successful, famous, and rich?  That’s like the American dream!” Still,...

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UHMMM, SOMETHING TO PONDER...

I've read it all on the internet from those same survey bulletins, to political blogs, and to someone's interesting life that you and I can learn a valuable lesson.  Yet there’s something I’ve read as of lately that has got me wondering.  Ready? Since this is Erotic...

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MEET ELIJAH BAKER

He’s not the ordinary face of shattered innocence… Elijah Baker suffered a dark past as a child growing up on the Northwest side of Indianapolis.  The oldest along with his twin sister, Elisha and two younger brothers, Elijah long nights in his bedroom was grim by the hands of...

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CHANCE MEETING

 There was a little boy wearing his angelic wings. He was roaming in heaven until he noticed a somberly something. It was a black man sitting on heaven's bench. He had tears in eyes causing his face to drench. The little boy noticed and asked as he wiped the man's eye, "What's...

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IMANI'S "HOW TO" MOMENT: I'M NOT JUST SURVIVING, BUT THRIVING!

I lay helpless, piercing my eyes to the basement ceiling wondering how I allow myself to get here to this point.  The nighttime remains in a cool stillness through a small window. Among his heavy breathing are background inaudible male voices. The darkness drapes their bodies.  Only...

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