Halloween

Masked as unknown, masked to live a lie  I did live a lie. I lived as others, lived as ‎ the world I drank and ate like no tomorrow I lived on my steps, lived on my plans I followed the way that pleased me Went with the people that pleased me Covered in masks,... Continue Reading →

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SINGLE, SAVED and HAVING SEX?

  Yolanda Jordan* remembers the moment she decided to have sex for the first time. She was 27, fresh out of grad school, in a committed relationship—and horny. She was also raised in the Baptist church and had taken a vow of abstinence. “I was curious,” says Jordan, now 34, a graphic designer in Columbus,... Continue Reading →

How To Handle A Snoring Spouse

Dear Mr. Manners: When my fiancée and I were dating, his occasional snoring didn't bother me—or maybe I just didn't notice as much because we weren't together every night. Now we’re married, and I'm at my wit’s end with his honking, which gets going about 30 seconds after he falls asleep and goes on an... Continue Reading →

Lessons from My 30s

A Holistic Journey

I learned not to expect anything from anyone – not even friends – but to give. Not because I don’t have amazing friends but because people are busy, have their own burden. I am grateful that anyone should stop to think of me in some way. Wish I had known earlier not to impose standards in my relationships, to free people in their weakness. Free God to grow them.

It was the decade I fell in love twice. With the man I agreed to marry and the baby boy I found myself cradling. I realized my guys have been my 30s. With an I.V. needling sustenance into my broken body on my 30th birthday, I had yet to imagine I would meet my husband the following year – on the dance floor. While some of the most excruciating trials darken this period of my history, these 10 years have been…

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The Measure of a Woman

A Holistic Journey

I don’t remember my mother ever having the cold or flu. She must’ve had her share, especially in the sharp New York winter. She remains healthy in my memory because she never took a day off, never took a nap, never complained. Not even when the needle flew off the Singer and disappeared into her finger. Between the waitressing years in New York, Mom sewed for the giant garment industry that Latino and Asian immigrants pinned their hopes on in the 70s and 80s. The heaps of cut fabric she brought home in the metal shopping cart, they literally called homework. It enabled her to raise her kids and stay involved in my early schooling. Mom did everything fast. She would feed polyester rectangles through the machine and recruit me and my little brother to flip them. At two cents a piece, time was the enemy. She ate a lot…

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Zimbabwean First Lady Bags PhD Two Months After Enrollment

Hope Nwosu

Grace Mugabe, the wife of Zimbabwean President Robert Mugabe, has reportedly been awarded a PhD in Sociology just two months after enrolling at University of Zimbabwe.

Robert Mugabe happens to be the chancellor of the school.

For her thesis, the first lady carried out a study of children’s homes in Zimbabwe.

Many are questioning the plausibility of someone earning a PhD in just eight weeks.

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