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Alright, hold the…up ya’ll. Caucasian Americans tripping because I’ve got the unmitigated gall to talk about doing anything while being overtly African American and African Americans tripping because I would choose a book written by Caucasian Americans for an experiment in applied functional unity. Huh? And then you want to tag me “enemy” and call me threat or brainwashed? Okay, so I’ll admit it – I confuse easy, but all that rhetoric sound ludicrous to me.

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In the 14 months I’ve been building Not Ur Momma’s News and the NUMN brand, I’ve been forced to accept some realities that I idealistically want(ed) to believe we had overcome, are alive and festering in cyberspace. Guess, like most everybody else, I was seeing holograms of someday come in President Barrack Obama. Don’t get it twisted; I never imagined that he is/was, would be or even wanted to be the African American messiah; the man is a politician and I expect(ed) him to be nothing other.

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Are you up against a wall, backed into a corner? Are you sick and tired of being sick and tired of the worry that won’t let you sleep? The Twelve Universal Laws of Success dug me out of just such a hole. Like a recipe for making a success pie, follow the steps and get success every time. Universal laws are no respecter of persons; what works for me will work for you.

Are you desperate for a way out? Don’t read any farther if you’re still playing. But if you have the determination and grit to so… Continue

It's been 12 days, almost to the first minute that I heard. I knew that instant; I didn't need Charlie Gibson to tell me or whoever it was that finally announced the news, confirmed what my heart already knew, that Peter Pan had died. It's been 12 days that the world has been a little darker place; twelve days since they told us that never again would we see his gentle smiling face. Twelve days I've been trying to understand how a fairy tale dies, how an unmistakable spark of magic is just ... g… Continue

Well this is the morning and it’s time to go there ya’ll. I pray you are awed by the beauty of the flowers, touched by a gentle breeze and reveling in a peaceful, knowing freedom. I am so grateful for this transcendent community called cyberspace and blessed by the love, correction, wisdom and support I/NUMN continuously receives from all of you. You are the light seen around the world; it shines through each and every one of you. Thank you.

I found myself sitting on the front porch apologizing… Continue