A continuum of tasty words…
As you all know I love a good love story. I chase you all, trying to share your story with me. And sometimes I stumble across a post of one of you, sharing exactly that story. Like in this case. So I asked. I asked Hillbilly Blogger if I may share his beautiful love story here on my blog. It’s one of those stories that show, in which kind of way we connect. What the energy between us can do. And how intense it can be.
Thank you so very much, for letting me share your love story!
Remember, if you have a beautiful love story to share (yours, your parents or a good friend of yours), feel free to email me (email@example.com).
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No. And The MSM media is also an eager player in smearing Hillary Clinton.
~~July 23, 2016~~
RACISM AND THE MEDIA
By Yasmin Jiwani
As a major institution in society, the media play a critical role
They provide us with definitions about who we are as a nation; they reinforce our values and norms; they give us concrete examples of what happens to those who transgress these norms; and most importantly, they perpetuate certain ways of seeing the world and peoples within that world.
Media and Racism: How then do the media perpetuate racism?
The media do not stand in isolation from the society on which they report. In fact, they are an integral part of society.
They utilize the same stock of knowledge that is part of that pool of “common sense” which informs all of our lives. It is common sense to expect punishment if one has committed a crime; it is common sense to have a system of law and order…
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Alzheimer’s disease is painful for everyone involved.
“Who did your hair?” she said.
“My hair stylist,” I said.
“I don’t like it. The girls are wearing it long these days.”
I removed my headband, as if that would make a difference.
“You’ve gained so much weight,” she said, scrunching up her face.
“I’m sorry my appearance offends you,” I said.
“Oh, everything’s all wrong. Where are my clothes? The clothes in the closet don’t belong to me!” she said, hyperventilating. “What happened to Grandpa’s house?”
“What do you mean? Grandpa in Wisconsin?”
“No, when he lived with Rony.”
“Mom, Grandpa’s been dead for years,” I said.
“But what about my sister? Can’t I go there?”
“Mom, Rony is dead.”
“What?” she said, her face terrified in disbelief.
“She died several years ago. She had a heart condition.”
“I know she had a heart condition, but I didn’t know she…
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