Culture · Life · social issues · Uncategorized

The Societal Effects of Environmental Racism

"The areas of our country that are considered “ghettos” are actually government funded waste dumps. I can’t help but believe this is a deep vein connecting stereotypes, to racism, to police brutality, avoidable arrests, to failing school systems."

Fiction · Short Stories · Uncategorized

Nowhere to Go

Chapter One: The Setting In a dark, desolate corner of her empty house, Liz rests uneasily on her more than worn couch. Her brown hair is long and disheveled, showing evidence of days without a shower. Her elbow, frail like the rest of her malnourished body and wounded spirit, sits propped on the back of… Continue reading Nowhere to Go

Culture · History · Life · Uncategorized

Living In Fear Of African Americans

Racially driven hate crimes are constantly being justified by the excuse of fear.

Culture · History · Maine · Uncategorized

A Trip To Portland’s Abyssinian Meeting House

A tiny state in a small corner of the country played an imminent role in breaking racial barriers. This goes to show anyone, anywhere, has the ability to evoke change.

Motivational

When Life Feels Like A Drag

Let's face it, life can really feel like it is giving us a serious butt kick once in a while. There always comes a time when we feel absolutely helpless, like a derailed train with no brakes. Things spin out of control (work, family, finances, school work), or at least this is how our mind's… Continue reading When Life Feels Like A Drag

Fiction · Uncategorized

Withering Woman

I watched as my grandmother waded her dry, cracked feet in the pond. She sat hunched over, her thinning gray hair blowing gently in the calming wind. She was alone now for the first time in her adult life, left to her empty house and lonesome thoughts. Her baggy clothes were a sign of malnourishment,… Continue reading Withering Woman

Fiction · Short Stories

Clouded Judgement

I never do well at these things, but then again who does? There's obviously nothing happy, nor exciting, about funeral parlors and reasons for being at one. As I rest in a dimly lit area of the room, the mirage of voices and sobs becomes a discomfort to my ears. I never quite know how to act, or what to say, especially to those who offer condolences and it is our first encounter in over a decade.