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"When all other means of communication fail, try words" - Author Unknown
"When all other means of communication fail, try words" - Author UnknownMore Head Coaches, Less Spectators
Last night while watching my younger son practice with his pee wee football team, a group of teenage boys came and sat on the opposite end of the bleachers that my husband and I were sitting on. Within...The "N" Word
“Nigga ain’t the same as Nigger”. How you figure? Many have tried to explain the NONsense, but I guess I’M dense, ‘cause it don’t make No sense, to me. Probably not to the slave that hung...Playing The Cards You're Dealt
Written by Melanie Geddes
I am the younger of two daughters born to a single mother. We lived in the Inner City in a New York City housing project complex. The complex that we lived in is known as one of the worst housing projects in New York City. I don’t think that I 
realized just how poor we were because almost all of my friends and their families lived much the same as we did. Steady employment, two parent households, owning a car, or not receiving public assistance were all exceptions to the rules in the projects. Trust me, we were not exceptions to those rules. To put the whole thing into perspective, there were times when we only had one light bulb, which my mother would use a towel to unscrew and then transport from her room to ours until we were in bed. After we all said our prayers and “goodnights”, she would unscrew the light bulb and take it back to her room.
Although we had a lot in common with the people in our neighborhood, we were raised to see ourselves in a different light. I can remember my mother advising us to be leaders and not followers. She encouraged us to carry ourselves as young ladies and to avoid hanging out with the wrong crowd. She emphasized how important it would be for us to finish high school and “make something of ourselves”. She taught us to be proud of our accomplishments and praised each one as if it were more significant than the last. She taught us to be thankful for the things that we did have and was quick to point out that somewhere there was someone who was worse off than we were.
Learning to Dream with Your Eyes Open: A Survival Guide for Inner City Youth (Paperback)
Written by Melanie Geddes
There’s nothing more aggravating than having the perfect dream and then waking up. I’ve even tried to fall back asleep in the hope of returning to the dream world I had been in. It always seems that you wake from these perfect dreams at the most inopportune 
time—usually just before something really good happens. Eventually, you have to accept the fact that it was only a dream.
Well, that’s why it’s important to learn how to dream with your eyes open. When you dream with your eyes open, you are able to control the dream. You have the power to make the dream a reality. The difference between dreaming with your eyes open and dreaming as we know it is that, when you dream with your eyes open, you start out with the perfect dream or goal, and you don’t have to worry about the dream ending before you can really enjoy the good part. You can control the destiny of your dream.
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