COSETTA CHANTAL pin together smiling

Cosetta Chantal
on june 19, 2011

EYES SEE YOU

Photography

"One can travel endlessly within the eye." - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 2.21.13

older designs of CHRISTIAN BOUCAUD

from jewelry collection of
Christian Boucaud

Christian Boucaud's 2008 - 2009 collection

from the 2006 collection 

2006 collection

Armenian & Turkish beauty

Kim Kardashian 

Turkish journalist Ayşe Arman in shades

REFLECT IN YOUTH

"Youth is wasted in children whose adults robbed them of their innocence and their dreams when they became parents of children!" - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories 

a BELLA KINKS model

PREGNANT

a pregnant Kim Kardashian
Feb. 2013

THE STORY of her first photo shoot as a pregnant mother is as mysterious a reveal as any by any woman fresh in the world as a new mother.

examination

SUICIDE

mourners comfort Mindy's mother

"It saddens me so many, like Mindy McCready, haven't the foundation to hold themselves to Life, and for the smaller numbers amongst us are those who from their birth who never were able to stay in their bodies. There was no place for them, but for others full of the resultant energies of brokenness and abandonment their foundations are shaking. Sadly, they live in a society that prides itself on separation, and the ability to stay distant from one another. Not being touched is as grievous as being touched inappropriately by a predator.

It makes me sad as a father having buried children of my own to feel some of this child's mother's pain..." - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories

Mindy McCready's mother at her daughters funeral

Hannah

Hannah Davis

Hannah Davis was featured in Sports Illustrated magazine for 2013. The strange thing about this kind of photography is the how and the why a woman can sport no bra underneath a sheer top and have no nipples!

Hannah Davis

a collage of Hannah Davis

DARK BEAUTY in the swamps

from galleries of Ra Intwy Damaleya

DARK BEAUTY

a REMINDER: be impeccable

"The simple mindedness of the critics takes a lot of the simple joy out of being a person. Critics often are people who have been sidelined somehow, and cannot make real contributions. Their presence is admirable when it has substance, but criticism about the simple pleasures a person, like Mrs. Obama, can be invited to is more telling on the critics. There is a lot to enjoy in this life without criticizing everything. 

One has to remind one's self of these things from time to time. We all do." - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 2.26.13

Michelle Obama 2013 Oscar appearance
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MOON TALK

"The hunger teaches us to conserve our energy and prepare for the kind of hunt that requires special tenacity and dedication. February's full moon is my favorite because there is a sense that nothing is farther from its goal than it is in that moment - still it shines, knowing who it is, how to tell its story and how to mirror that Light and Fire we crave as Spring takes root in our hearts. So, in a sense, this moon says, 'Empty is receptive and only when we starve for warmth can we see how important the Source really is...' This moon shows us how the hunger is the teacher." - Turtle Whisperer (Gail Dickert) 2.26.13

Moon full in the darkening sky
by Santee Featherarms

I left my favorite cigar store last night with a borrowed cell phone and $10 cigar. I was on the phone in a conference call about matters of life and death. As I stood still on the street I felt a pull I couldn't feel inside of the store. I stepped back in listening to my brother's deliberations. The feel lessened.


Later outside in a park my head and body felt ascension, and I looked up from the conversation into the full head of the Moon. As you, or anyone knows the Moon doesn't give you many words, but she says something to you. If receptive she can add to the conversations about life and death with assurances a human touch cannot convey. Between the strength of the smoke, the listening ears of my brothers, the stillness of the night in DC, and the quiet assurances the ground gave I feel I was able to peer deeply into the issues at hand. I was open to possibilities and receptive to truths. - Dawn Wolf,  Keeper of Stories

GODFATHER of GOGO beam me up, Chuck!!!!

Lead singer for the reggae band STEEL PULSE (r.) shaking the hand of the legendary Chuck Brown, who created GoGo music; the original sound of Washington DC (Chocolate City), and Tom Terrell at the Strathmore in early 2012.
photo by Dera Tompkins. 

a Gentle face

Naturally Curly Girlz

"I understand, and we all need to understand, the quick intellect of survival, but being unbalanced and unprepared for the gentle spirit of gentle moments empties the joy of life into a void; a hardness that has no expectations of receiving an understanding of why a person should be loved by a woman, a man, a child, or the Creator!" - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
9.01.12




"A soft answer turns away wrath."
-King Solomon

CHILDREN darker than blue

 TRIBE darker than Blue 

Mommy's condition...

It is terminal. Their language. She is in the fourth stage. The cancer is growing rapidly on her brain. She has diffuse large B-cell lymphoma. There are a lot of things we are faced with in need of decisions. What I might not have said is about my father. He has been diagnosed with mild dementia  My sister's spiritual demise is playing its role upon my parents...

Oh, my God! I just remembered this moment from a dream a long time ago. I've been here in the Dreamtime with the beginning and the end of the story...

Anyway, in the shortest form this is what is happening. Mommy is aware of the prayers and the energies coming towards her. She has spoke of it. The veil between worlds is thinning for her, but her first born is opening the way for natural healing and healers to enter into the drama of my Mama.- Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories

This is not my mother, but it reminds me of her spirit, her essence as I glimpsed and saw it as a baby, and a boy. This woman is named Nikki Lee. I believe she is a Filipino. That makes sense on some level because some of my childhood was in the Philippines. It was there healing modalities were intuited by me as a child.
www.sacabon.com — with Nikki Lee.

ABOVE THE CUT

RARE BLACK FEMALE NUDITY

An online writer, Tish, the Scorpion said, "For whatever reason black female nudity is very scarce in Hollywood. There's just not alot of black nudity in movies (at least not since the Blaxploitation era). Even in low budget indie/b-movies they are rare, and i don't know why. But then again black female roles in media is kinda rare to begin with, so maybe i answered my own question. A part of me can't help but believe that the marginalization is a combination of social taboo among black women, and the standard of beauty being blond hair and blue eyes in the western world. But i digress. 

Here's a list of those rare occasion where a black actress has a nude scene." 

Cynda Williams, actress in The Dorothoy Dandridge Story

What spilled from underneath her initial text were short biographies, and pictures of 91 Black actresses. My response was thus:

This tribute (that is what it is) honors the presence of social advise Black children have heard from their parents and elders for decades about value and excellence. There were quite a few maxims we were told coming up. 

"You can't do as whites do." 
"You have to be twice as good as the dumbest white man, and better than the best..." 

That second maxim often led to heated discussions about being passed over for jobs, or promotions. Whites have always found ways to distort, discredit and find fault in the intent and achievements of Blacks, and in the character of Blacks, irregardless of their status, dignity, etc. The standards of excellence impressed upon Blacks by Whites are shored up with the eventuality of being debased because of your dignity, your commitment to excellence, your achievement. In the arena of social justice it is a known saying that two things are guaranteed: you may lose your life, or your name, or both may happen.

Black women at the highest levels of their fields are not ignorant of the weight of white judgement. Look at the recent put down of Beyonce. Forced to defend her integrity against a 'still wet behind the ears' white singer just getting into the field Beyonce has mastered, at every level, with the highest quality Beyonce Knowles had to put on a 21st century 'Black Face', and smile while doing her 'jig'. I was shattered and enraged at the shared humiliation.

Most 'Black White People' didn't get it. No white commentary, as far as I know, ever came out to acknowledge the affront. It all goes back to the knowing, the understanding of the social structure in the United States. Black professionals are held to a higher standard and lower expectations at the same time. It isn't that professional Black actress won't do nude scenes. It is that they won't because the standards are stacked not in their favor. Dignity and a good name are more precious than the attention nudity brings. Look what happened to Vanessa Williams. White women can send out sex tapes, or pose nude. The will receive accolades, and their commercial value goes up. Black women are held at lower levels of expectations while the expectation is of higher standards in their fields. It is a trick or a trap depending on who is looking at this. What it is is reality in America. - Gregory E. Woods 

DEEP COVER sayings...

Laurence Fishburne, actor

Quotes from the compelling movie, DEEP COVER, in 1992.

Laurence Fishburne Pictures

BLACK MAN WHITE WOMAN as ART

AFRICAN SHINNECOCK man

Edward Gumbs

Shinnecock and African heritage

"Seek wisdom, not knowledge. Knowledge is of the past, Wisdom is of the future." --Lumbee proverb

THE SHINNECOCK INDIANS OF EASTERN LONG ISLAND.

The Shinnecock Nation is a federally recognized Indian Nation, located on the East End of Long Island adjacent to the Town of Southampton. Federal recognition was achieved October 1, 2010, after thousands of years of documented history on Long Island, and 32 years of struggle with the Bureau of Indian Affairs. As the 565th federal tribe, its banner has taken its place among other tribal flags at the U.S. Department of the Interior, BIA, Hall of Flags, Washington, D.C.

(c) Photo courtesy of Toba Tucker

I Love Ancestry

The beauty of masculine energy balanced and focused is penetrating, if evenly directed and centered within the being. The power of a man's beauty of face, spirit and body is as mysterious a responsibility as any. It is what the boys in my family are taught at some point, in a way unique to each personality. It has to because sexual energies come with lineage, and if that lineage holds within itself generations of social responsibilities the elders (the fathers and uncles) have to teach by example first, by words later. 

This young man brings it home. It is in his eyes, and in the way his right hand holds the sacred pipe, and how his body is poised to serve, to protect, and carefully begin a pipe ceremony. How a man holds a thing, a person, an idea, a trembling soul is the man. His looks into and upon the world(s) he sees tell a story of who he is to those important to his life. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 2.15.13

QUESTIONS TO FREEDOM

What happens to a women when she is too pretty? This is a question of survival.

Naturally Curly Girlz

What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?

Frederick Douglass

July 5, 1852

Mr. President, Friends and Fellow Citizens: He who could address this audience without a quailing sensation, has stronger nerves than I have. I do not remember ever to have appeared as a speaker before any assembly more shrinkingly, nor with greater distrust of my ability, than I do this day. A feeling has crept over me, quite unfavorable to the exercise of my limited powers of speech. The task before me is one which requires much previous thought and study for its proper performance. I know that apologies of this sort are generally considered flat and unmeaning. I trust, however, that mine will not be so considered. Should I seem at ease, my appearance would much misrepresent me. The little experience I have had in addressing public meetings, in country schoolhouses, avails me nothing on the present occasion.

The papers and placards say, that I am to deliver a 4th [of] July oration. This certainly sounds large, and out of the common way, for it is true that I have often had the privilege to speak in this beautiful Hall, and to address many who now honor me with their presence. But neither their familiar faces, nor the perfect gage I think I have of Corinthian Hall, seems to free me from embarrassment.

The fact is, ladies and gentlemen, the distance between this platform and the slave plantation, from which I escaped, is considerable—and the difficulties to be overcome in getting from the latter to the former, are by no means slight. That I am here to-day is, to me, a matter of astonishment as well as of gratitude. You will not, therefore, be surprised, if in what I have to say. I evince no elaborate preparation, nor grace my speech with any high sounding exordium. With little experience and with less learning, I have been able to throw my thoughts hastily and imperfectly together; and trusting to your patient and generous indulgence, I will proceed to lay them before you.

This, for the purpose of this celebration, is the 4th of July. It is the birthday of your National Independence, and of your political freedom. This, to you, is what the Passover was to the emancipated people of God. It carries your minds back to the day, and to the act of your great deliverance; and to the signs, and to the wonders, associated with that act, and that day. This celebration also marks the beginning of another year of your national life; and reminds you that the Republic of America is now 76 years old. I am glad, fellow-citizens, that your nation is so young. Seventy-six years, though a good old age for a man, is but a mere speck in the life of a nation. Three score years and ten is the allotted time for individual men; but nations number their years by thousands. According to this fact, you are, even now, only in the beginning of your national career, still lingering in the period of childhood. I repeat, I am glad this is so. There is hope in the thought, and hope is much needed, under the dark clouds which lower above the horizon. The eye of the reformer is met with angry flashes, portending disastrous times; but his heart may well beat lighter at the thought that America is young, and that she is still in the impressible stage of her existence. May he not hope that high lessons of wisdom, of justice and of truth, will yet give direction to her destiny? Were the nation older, the patriot’s heart might be sadder, and the reformer’s brow heavier. Its future might be shrouded in gloom, and the hope of its prophets go out in sorrow. There is consolation in the thought that America is young. Great streams are not easily turned from channels, worn deep in the course of ages. They may sometimes rise in quiet and stately majesty, and inundate the land, refreshing and fertilizing the earth with their mysterious properties. They may also rise in wrath and fury, and bear away, on their angry waves, the accumulated wealth of years of toil and hardship. They, however, gradually flow back to the same old channel, and flow on as serenely as ever. But, while the river may not be turned aside, it may dry up, and leave nothing behind but the withered branch, and the unsightly rock, to howl in the abyss-sweeping wind, the sad tale of departed glory. As with rivers so with nations.

Fellow-citizens, I shall not presume to dwell at length on the associations that cluster about this day. The simple story of it is that, 76 years ago, the people of this country were British subjects. The style and title of your "sovereign people" (in which you now glory) was not then born. You were under the British Crown . Your fathers esteemed the English Government as the home government; and England as the fatherland. This home government, you know, although a considerable distance from your home, did, in the exercise of its parental prerogatives, impose upon its colonial children, such restraints, burdens and limitations, as, in its mature judgment, it deemed wise, right and proper.

But, your fathers, who had not adopted the fashionable idea of this day, of the infallibility of government, and the absolute character of its acts, presumed to differ from the home government in respect to the wisdom and the justice of some of those burdens and restraints. They went so far in their excitement as to pronounce the measures of government unjust, unreasonable, and oppressive, and altogether such as ought not to be quietly submitted to. I scarcely need say, fellow-citizens, that my opinion of those measures fully accords with that of your fathers. Such a declaration of agreement on my part would not be worth much to anybody. It would, certainly, prove nothing, as to what part I might have taken, had I lived during the great controversy of 1776. To say now that America was right, and England wrong, is exceedingly easy. Everybody can say it; the dastard, not less than the noble brave, can flippantly discant on the tyranny of England towards the American Colonies. It is fashionable to do so; but there was a time when to pronounce against England, and in favor of the cause of the colonies, tried men’s souls. They who did so were accounted in their day, plotters of mischief, agitators and rebels, dangerous men. To side with the right, against the wrong, with the weak against the strong, and with the oppressed against the oppressor! here lies the merit, and the one which, of all others, seems unfashionable in our day. The cause of liberty may be stabbed by the men who glory in the deeds of your fathers. But, to proceed.

Feeling themselves harshly and unjustly treated by the home government, your fathers, like men of honesty, and men of spirit, earnestly sought redress. They petitioned and remonstrated; they did so in a decorous, respectful, and loyal manner. Their conduct was wholly unexceptionable. This, however, did not answer the purpose. They saw themselves treated with sovereign indifference, coldness and scorn. Yet they persevered. They were not the men to look back.

As the sheet anchor takes a firmer hold, when the ship is tossed by the storm, so did the cause of your fathers grow stronger, as it breasted the chilling blasts of kingly displeasure. The greatest and best of British statesmen admitted its justice, and the loftiest eloquence of the British Senate came to its support. But, with that blindness which seems to be the unvarying characteristic of tyrants, since Pharaoh and his hosts were drowned in the Red Sea, the British Government persisted in the exactions complained of.

The madness of this course, we believe, is admitted now, even by England; but we fear the lesson is wholly lost on our present ruler.

Oppression makes a wise man mad. Your fathers were wise men, and if they did not go mad, they became restive under this treatment. They felt themselves the victims of grievous wrongs, wholly incurable in their colonial capacity. With brave men there is always a remedy for oppression. Just here, the idea of a total separation of the colonies from the crown was born! It was a startling idea, much more so, than we, at this distance of time, regard it. The timid and the prudent (as has been intimated) of that day, were, of course, shocked and alarmed by it.

Such people lived then, had lived before, and will, probably, ever have a place on this planet; and their course, in respect to any great change, (no matter how great the good to be attained, or the wrong to be redressed by it), may be calculated with as much precision as can be the course of the stars. They hate all changes, but silver, gold and copper change! Of this sort of change they are always strongly in favor.

These people were called Tories in the days of your fathers; and the appellation, probably, conveyed the same idea that is meant by a more modern, though a somewhat less euphonious term, which we often find in our papers, applied to some of our old politicians.

Their opposition to the then dangerous thought was earnest and powerful; but, amid all their terror and affrighted vociferations against it, the alarming and revolutionary idea moved on, and the country with it.

On the 2d of July, 1776, the old Continental Congress, to the dismay of the lovers of ease, and the worshipers of property, clothed that dreadful idea with all the authority of national sanction. They did so in the form of a resolution; and as we seldom hit upon resolutions, drawn up in our day whose transparency is at all equal to this, it may refresh your minds and help my story if I read it. "Resolved, That these united colonies are, and of right, ought to be free and Independent States; that they are absolved from all allegiance to the British Crown; and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain is, and ought to be, dissolved."

Citizens, your fathers made good that resolution. They succeeded; and to-day you reap the fruits of their success. The freedom gained is yours; and you, therefore, may properly celebrate this anniversary. The 4th of July is the first great fact in your nation’s history—the very ring-bolt in the chain of your yet undeveloped destiny.

Pride and patriotism, not less than gratitude, prompt you to celebrate and to hold it in perpetual remembrance. I have said that the Declaration of Independence is the ring-bolt to the chain of your nation’s destiny; so, indeed, I regard it. The principles contained in that instrument are saving principles. Stand by those principles, be true to them on all occasions, in all places, against all foes, and at whatever cost.

From the round top of your ship of state, dark and threatening clouds may be seen. Heavy billows, like mountains in the distance, disclose to the leeward huge forms of flinty rocks! That bolt drawn, that chain broken, and all is lost. Cling to this day—cling to it, and to its principles, with the grasp of a storm-tossed mariner to a spar at midnight.

The coming into being of a nation, in any circumstances, is an interesting event. But, besides general considerations, there were peculiar circumstances which make the advent of this republic an event of special attractiveness.

The whole scene, as I look back to it, was simple, dignified and sublime.

The population of the country, at the time, stood at the insignificant number of three millions. The country was poor in the munitions of war. The population was weak and scattered, and the country a wilderness unsubdued. There were then no means of concert and combination, such as exist now. Neither steam nor lightning had then been reduced to order and discipline. From the Potomac to the Delaware was a journey of many days. Under these, and innumerable other disadvantages, your fathers declared for liberty and independence and triumphed.

Fellow Citizens, I am not wanting in respect for the fathers of this republic. The signers of the Declaration of Independence were brave men. They were great men too—great enough to give fame to a great age. It does not often happen to a nation to raise, at one time, such a number of truly great men. The point from which I am compelled to view them is not, certainly, the most favorable; and yet I cannot contemplate their great deeds with less than admiration. They were statesmen, patriots and heroes, and for the good they did, and the principles they contended for, I will unite with you to honor their memory.

They loved their country better than their own private interests; and, though this is not the highest form of human excellence, all will concede that it is a rare virtue, and that when it is exhibited, it ought to command respect. He who will, intelligently, lay down his life for his country, is a man whom it is not in human nature to despise. Your fathers staked their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor, on the cause of their country. In their admiration of liberty, they lost sight of all other interests.

They were peace men; but they preferred revolution to peaceful submission to bondage. They were quiet men; but they did not shrink from agitating against oppression. They showed forbearance; but that they knew its limits. They believed in order; but not in the order of tyranny. With them, nothing was "settled" that was not right. With them, justice, liberty and humanity were "final;" not slavery and oppression. You may well cherish the memory of such men. They were great in their day and generation. Their solid manhood stands out the more as we contrast it with these degenerate times.

How circumspect, exact and proportionate were all their movements! How unlike the politicians of an hour! Their statesmanship looked beyond the passing moment, and stretched away in strength into the distant future. They seized upon eternal principles, and set a glorious example in their defense. Mark them!

Fully appreciating the hardship to be encountered, firmly believing in the right of their cause, honorably inviting the scrutiny of an on-looking world, reverently appealing to heaven to attest their sincerity, soundly comprehending the solemn responsibility they were about to assume, wisely measuring the terrible odds against them, your fathers, the fathers of this republic, did, most deliberately, under the inspiration of a glorious patriotism, and with a sublime faith in the great principles of justice and freedom, lay deep the corner-stone of the national superstructure, which has risen and still rises in grandeur around you.

Of this fundamental work, this day is the anniversary. Our eyes are met with demonstrations of joyous enthusiasm. Banners and pennants wave exultingly on the breeze. The din of business, too, is hushed. Even Mammon seems to have quitted his grasp on this day. The ear-piercing fife and the stirring drum unite their accents with the ascending peal of a thousand church bells. Prayers are made, hymns are sung, and sermons are preached in honor of this day; while the quick martial tramp of a great and multitudinous nation, echoed back by all the hills, valleys and mountains of a vast continent, bespeak the occasion one of thrilling and universal interests nation’s jubilee.

Friends and citizens, I need not enter further into the causes which led to this anniversary. Many of you understand them better than I do. You could instruct me in regard to them. That is a branch of knowledge in which you feel, perhaps, a much deeper interest than your speaker. The causes which led to the separation of the colonies from the British crown have never lacked for a tongue. They have all been taught in your common schools, narrated at your firesides, unfolded from your pulpits, and thundered from your legislative halls, and are as familiar to you as household words. They form the staple of your national poetry and eloquence.

I remember, also, that, as a people, Americans are remarkably familiar with all facts which make in their own favor. This is esteemed by some as a national trait - perhaps a national weakness. It is a fact, that whatever makes for the wealth or for the reputation of Americans, and can be had cheap! will be found by Americans. I shall not be charged with slandering Americans, if I say I think the American side of any question may be safely left in American hands.

I leave, therefore, the great deeds of your fathers to other gentlemen whose claim to have been regularly descended will be less likely to be disputed than mine! ... READ MORE

Frederick Douglass

Dancing in 2009

12 photos of
Nanveet Kaur

Navneet Kaur

ELEGANCE in DEMI

actress Demi Moore

Demi Moore

a Gallery of Demi Moore

AFRICAN WOMEN

African woman in white

African woman's body by Shikeith Cathey !!!!

Leaving to DIE

In the last years of the last century I suddenly disappeared from everyone in my life including my family from whom my light is fed. I had to tell my mother because Mommy was, and has always been deeply connected to my spirit. To physically leave without a word to her was unthinkable. She would and did call my spirit, and in answer I left a book, "The Alchemist"  with her, and an understanding that if she read it she would understand her first-born. 

Leaving was a drastic step made without pondering. It was a simple act of power, a reaction to a simple disappointment compounded by many weights. I was in the middle of a phone call. A sales call. The phone shut off. I couldn't pay the bill. In that one moment everything within me crashed and I heard myself say, "I can't take this shit no more."

I was in a daze, a stupor. I vaguely remember what I did next, but I do recall a bag in my hand with a few items including some books, clothes, a knife...  Days passed me. I know I went places, slept somewhere, felt some things, walked, but I cannot draw them up in my mind. I cried a lot for the woman I knew would forever live within me, but was not able to 'see' me, and for my children, at the time, lost to me. I was in a strange kind of darkness, but a deeper light came from somewhere, as was prophesied by Old Man, and I received the outcome of the massive amounts of spiritual work I'd put in for many years. It was mind blowing what came and still comes to me. That kind of death was worth the birth. - Gregory E. Woods, 2.22.13

a Medicine Wheel of a Shaman
from Bear Warrior

Elder's Meditation of the Day - December 28, 2012 

"I believe that being a medicine man, more than anything else, is a state of mind, a way of looking at and understanding this earth, a sense of what it is all about."
-- Lame Deer, LAKOTA

The Medicine Wheel explains different ways of looking at the world. The four directions are the East, the South, the West, and the North. In the East is the view of the eagle. The eagle flies high and sees the earth from that point of view. The South is the direction of the mouse. Moving on the earth, the mouse will not see what the eagle sees. Both the eagle and the mouse see the truth. The West is the direction of the bear. The bear will see different from the mouse and the eagle. From the North comes the point of view of the bison. To be a Medicine Man you must journey through all points of view and develop the mind to see the interconnectedness of all four directions. This takes time, patience, and an open mind. Eventually, you understand there is only love.

Great Spirit, today, allow my mind to stay open

DARK IN RED

from Ra Intwy Damaleya

MOTHER'S angst . . .

Tupac Shakur, dead genius & rapper

Tupac, as brilliant as he was, has become a center-piece in millions of young Black men's lives much to their detriment. These young cats don't even understand how Tupac's unexamined example cripples them causing them to fumble on their contradictory words, and actions. - Gregory E. Woods 8.31.12

CHOICES are powers

from Bear WarriorBear Gonzales

DC'S finest women

Katea Stitt, radio announcer & manager
of Sweet Honey on The Rock
laughing with Sandra Butler
by Steven A. Bowers

Katea Stitt & Sandra Butler
by Steven A. Bowers

Katea, is one of the dynamic women in Washington DC who stand for substance, and in turn turn things around for many within her sphere of influence! - Dawn Wolf

INTEGRITY

Michelle Obama in
2012

“One Of The Things That You Learn As President Is That What You Say Matters, And Your Principles Matter. And Sometimes, You’ve Got To Fight For Things That You Believe In And You Can’t Just Switch On A Dime” 

— President Barack Obama, at the Democratic National Convention in 2012