Words are my Life. But Music is my Soul. As a teenager, I was known by some of my friends as “Magic Fingers” because I could play any song I heard. I recorded this video in celebration of the 46th anniversary of WOODSTOCK.
The WordPress.com stats “elves” (I like that better than their suggested “helper monkeys”) prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog. My estimated stats as published in my Anniversary post weren’t too far off! I’m still planning at least one more post before New Year’s Day 2016. But in the meantime, I’ve got some more … More 2015 in review
Originally posted on baltimoreblackwoman:
NOTE: This piece is the first of a series of Essays on Race. I wrote it in the spring of 2014 and, obviously, a lot has happened in the sphere of race relations since then. Ferguson. Staten Island. The callous murder of a 12-year-old black child. Ad nauseum. I have to…