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June 2015

Congressional Democrats Introduce an Ambitious New Bill to Restore the Voting Rights Act | The Nation

Congressional Democrats Introduce an Ambitious New Bill to Restore the Voting Rights Act | The Nation.


Very Inspiring Blogger Award…

Thanks Deb! Good Luck to all these wonderful, inspiring bloggers!!



I have been nominated as a Very Inspiring Blogger by Ashish-Vision at  Thank you Ashish Kumar I am honored and grateful for this award.  You must check out Ashish’s blogsite it really is inspiring, creative and will put a smile on your face.  Please spend some time there daily you will be inspired!

The rules for Very Inspiring Blogger Award are mentioned below.

  •  Thank the person who nominated you for the award.
  •  Add the logo to your post.
  •  Nominate ten (10) bloggers you admire and inform them of the nomination

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4) A.B. Nickerson @

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6) Deb @

7) awritershelper @

8) M elle @

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Best wishes to all the inspiring bloggers listed above whom I admire….thanks for…

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109-year-old civil rights pioneer shares amazing story of activism

Amazing story!!

WPIX 11 New York

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WASHINGTON HEIGHTS, Manhattan– A civil rights pioneer, now 109-years-old, according to family members, made a rare appearance in New York Sunday, sharing her amazing story of activism that almost cost her life.

Amelia Boynton Robinson, known as the matriarch of the voting rights movement, was beaten, tear gassed and left for dead during the so-called Bloody Sunday march on March 7, 1965. The march from Selma to Montgomery was cut short by the violent crackdown on demonstrators by law enforcement.

She told the congregation at United Palace House of Inspiration in Washington Heights how she was beaten unconscious by police on the Edmund Pettus Bridge.

“He took his nightstick, hit me below my shoulders, and I just looked at him wondering why he did it, and said to him ‘I haven’t done anything.’ And he said ‘I said run,’ and he hit me above the neck,” Boynton…

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Delivering blocks of ice to an overheated city

I remember, but from a southern viewpoint!!

Ephemeral New York

Thanks to many decades of home refrigeration, few New Yorkers remember what it was like getting a block of ice delivered by the iceman, and having to rely on that delivery to help keep cool on summer days.

[The iceman cuts a chunk of ice on the sidewalk, Photo: Museum of the City of New York]


“These hot humdrum summer days bring to mind nostalgic memories of the old horse-drawn ice wagon coming down the street,” detailed one New York Times writer in 1960.

“This was the time, of course, before modern life was filled with newfangled machinery . . . memories of such things as ice boxes and drip pans come to mind when we think of the neighborhood iceman turning the corner into our block.”


[Delivering his goods in a wagon with an engine, not pulled by horses. Photo: New York Public Library]

Like the milkman or coal…

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The magic of the Queensboro Bridge at night

Ephemeral New York

The Queensboro bridge was only one year old when Impressionist painter Julian Alden Weir depicted it and the surrounding cityscape in muted blue, green, and gold tones in “The Bridge: Nocturne.”


It’s not clear what street is lit so bright here, but it hardly matters.

The bridge is like a mountain poking out of the fog, looking down on the rest of the city, which appears miniaturized. Few pedestrians go about their way on the rain-slicked pavement, and random lights from store signs and office windows glow in the nighttime sky.

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Always go with your passions.

Go with the flow!

Dr. Wambui Waithaka ~ Medical Doctor and Health Sector Campaigner


Purple for me a sign of peace and hope!!


I am walking down the hallway of my life with many doors on either side of me, behind each lies something.  Something that is not known until I open the door…hmmm which door to open and how to choose.

Each door looks different.  Is that a clue?  What’s behind that beautiful arched oak door with the rod-iron knocker or that gorgeous Robin’s Egg blue door with the oval hammered glass window that would fit a face.  Of course there’s the brilliant red weaved-looking door with the brass handle.

Does the color indicate what might be on the other side of that door?  Oak or golden ~ could there be treasures and riches thru that one?  Blue ~ does that represent happiness as in blue skies?  Red ~ you know there must be love behind that door, right?

What do I want for my life, riches & treasures, happiness, or love? …

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Jacob Lawrence Great Migration


Great Migration series currently on display at MoMA (Museum of Modern Art) in New York City!

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