HEART AND MIND
SEPT 15, 2024
Angel Charmaine Editor-in-Chief | SpeakUpSis Magazine
Editor’s Note
Welcome to the 2024 Summer Edition
of SpeakUpSis Magazine. In this edition we celebrate victories of the heart and mind and delve into the profound experiences that shape our lives and highlight stories of resilience, love, and transformation.
In this edition, we pay tribute to fathers who have shown extraordinary strength and dedication in their roles, shaping the futures of their children. We explore the trials and triumphs of homeschooling by providing insights into the challenges and rewards of integrating with the public school system. These stories reflect the determination and adaptability of parents striving to provide the best for their children.
We also shine a light on justice-impacted individuals who have overcome immense obstacles by sharing their journeys of redemption and triumph over the justice system. These narratives serve as powerful reminders of the human spirit's capacity to endure and prevail against the odds.
As you turn the pages, you'll find inspiration in every story. Each one a testament to the indomitable will and the victories that define our collective experience. We hope these stories of courage and perseverance resonate with you and inspire you to embrace your own challenges with renewed vigor.
Thank you for being a part of our community and for continuing to Speak Up. Together, we celebrate the victories of the heart and mind, and we look forward to sharing many more stories of triumph with you.
Love & Light,
Angel Charmaine
“This is my son in whom I am well pleased.”
Before becoming a parent, while I was a
fatherless adult child, I often heard a minister mention as he preached recounting what was written in the scripture about how God felt about His Son Jesus, that this minister’s father would say about him. It resonated with me then. So much so, when I became a parent, a father to my son, I began to say the same thing about my son that this minister said his father had spoken about him. Looking back I understood why it resonated with me, because of the power and impact affirmation has on those who are beneficiaries of it, especially men. My son is blessed to have
THIS IS MY SON IN WHOM
I AM WELL PLEASED
By: Cortland Jones
Photography: Submitted by author
a father, in a way I didn’t as a child, to affirm him, sow and pour into him life-giving affirmations and model humility, love and manhood for him in a manner that aids him in having an example that he can make use of as a legacy to pass on to his future children, family and community
Wise, strong and self-controlled were the three character traits my son identified in a conversation to me about what it meant to be a man or how he defined who a man is when he was still a teenager. Every so often, when we would talk about a challenge, situation or circumstance he was facing I would ask him which manhood attributes (wisdom, strength, self-control) would he need to employ in order to effectively deal with what he was facing. It was during those adolescent years that I would often ask myself, “How do you help your child or teach them how to be hungry for something?” One of the biggest challenges as a parent and father is allowing space and room for your child to discover and figure out how to find their way. We would talk often about the Prodigal Son from the perspective about not being in a hurry to grow up. Whatever my son expressed interest in, wanting to be a policeman, sports broadcaster, enlist in the armed forces, I sought to introduce or expose him to people and places within our family and
community who could help him get a feel for what he had an idea of becoming. To train up a child in the way they should go is inclusive of helping them learn who they are, their abilities, gifts, skills, and talents that also helps them discover their purpose in who God has created and destined them to be and do.
I cannot tell you how many times talking with my son I felt like what I was saying was meant for me too. By his senior year of high school my son discovered what would make him hungry following my advice to write a book for teens about teen dating inspired from insights gained from a book he read about dating. Entering college my son was now a published author pursuing his degree in psychology at Bowie State University. Just like his father, my son launched his own business, published a book, and this Spring 2024 graduated from college with a Bachelor of Science degree in Psychology. I look at him today with admiration. I am proud of him and how he has navigated life up to this point. As a part time employee at IHOP he was invited to train store managers and servers because of his experience and expertise as a server. I am blessed and privileged to say Isaiah is my son in whom I am well pleased.
To train up a child in the way they should go is inclusive of helping them learn who they are...
Connect with Cortland Jones online at: www.cortlandjones.com
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By: Danielle Duncan
Danielle Duncan
Dear Blackgirl…
Istand before you today with a story of
struggle, perseverance, and unwavering determination. As the author of Dear Blackgirl...This Is Why You Are So Dope, I have faced countless obstacles in my journey to share my message of empowerment with the world. I reached out to various female black platforms, hoping for support and recognition, only to be met with silence and rejection. It appears those who preached female empowerment and blackgirl magic in the media were not willing to extend a helping hand when I needed it most.
I was disheartened, discouraged, and on the brink of giving up. I questioned whether my dream of becoming a best-selling author was truly attainable. But in moments of despair, I turned to a friend, prayer, and my journal to release my feelings of disappointment. And in
that dark moment, a spark of determination ignited within me.
I refused to let the lack of support deter me from my goal. I confronted those who ignored my messages with grace and professionalism, understanding that not everyone will be willing to help me on my journey. I reminded myself of the importance of persistence and resilience, even when faced with adversity I visualized my success, creating a vision board in my mind of all the platforms and opportunities that awaited me once my book went viral. I drew strength from the thought of inspiring young black girls and empowering women who may have felt marginalized and inadequate in a world that often seeks to diminish their worth.
I embraced the reality that not everyone will support my dreams, but that should not hinder me from pursuing them with all my might. I
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The Inspiring Journey of Promoting Dear Blackgirl...This Is Why You Are So Dope.
found solace in the belief that there is an abundance of success and recognition for all, and that uplifting another black queen does not diminish my own light. So, I urge you, dear Blackgirl, to keep going. Embrace the challenges, shed the tears, and seek support when needed. Your dream is valid, your voice is powerful, and your journey is worth every obstacle you encounter.
In conclusion, remember that setbacks are a natural part of the path to success. Embrace the struggle, learn from it, and use it to fuel your determination to rise above the challenges. Your dream is waiting for you, and with perseverance and resilience, you will undoubtedly achieve greatness. Keep shining, keep striving, and never lose sight of the brilliance that lies within you. You are a queen, a force to be reckoned with, and your story is just beginning.
Contact Danielle Duncan via Instagram @danispeaktruth
Embrace the struggle, learn from it, and use it to fuel your determination to rise above the challenges.
By: Angel Charmaine
We met in the summer of 1991. I had
just turned fourteen years old and was already looking forward to my first year of high school, but I had to get through summertime first. Prior to beginning summer vacation, I was released after successfully doing the federally mandated three-year sentence of middle school that kids are required to complete prior to becoming real teenagers. Although comparing middle school to prison may seem harsh, it is an accurate metaphor to describe my life between 6th and 8th grades. I served three years of hard time with no hope for parole.
My mother, two brothers and I constantly relocated, and when I was ten years old, we moved from my birth city to the city that would become the land of my affliction. While in this land, we moved from one domicile to another; from one side of town to the other, from one family member's house to another's. My eldest brother and I attended five different middle schools within the three years allotted for
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difficult to make and keep friends, and oh, how I longed for a true friend. Since I was the forever-new-girl, friendship was not in the cards for me, instead, I was a target for bullies and mean girls. I quickly learned all the alternate routes to get to my classes so as not to disturb the Cyclopes who kept guard over the main hallways in school. For the times when confrontation was inevitable, I learned to fight, curse and look mean. Middle school shifted the trajectory of my life, but all that changed with high school. I was accepted into a magnet school. This meant I could attend the same school for the full four years no matter where my family moved. Even better than not changing schools, I would attend school with other smart kids. Kids whose missions in life were not to daily terrorize me.
I always looked forward to summertime because there was a possibility I would get to spend it with my daddy. Yes, I called my father – daddy; I did then, and I do now. Although I
Excerpt from ‘When I Met Him’
was a daddy's girl. I knew it. He knew it. Everybody knew it. Therefore, as soon as the school year ended, I would hope and pray that I could spend the summer with my daddy. I lived in Georgia with my mother, but my father lived in New York.
Every time I left the country to visit the big city, I felt like the beautiful women in the Danielle Steele novels my auntie would give to me to read. I escaped my every-day in those books. I visited places like Paris, Rome, California and Montana in those books. Danielle Steele taught me how to ride horses and be swept away into marital bliss with handsome cowboys. It didn't faze me one bit that those cowboys and I were all white in those stories. I was just grateful to replace my dreary existence with their happy adventures and happy endings.
At fourteen, flying out of Georgia to New York was like flying to another world. Everything was so different. The people were slow to speak but fast to move. The buildings were tall yet packed together, and the day turned to night, but the city lights kept the night sky bright. There was something magical about my trips to New York, and the summer of my fourteenth birthday would turn the deck of
cards I was given into a beautiful swan.
As soon as the plane landed, and my father met me at the luggage carousel, hugged and kissed my forehead, I was begging for pizza. This was our tradition. Real Italian pizza, Chinese chicken wings and rice, and West ere all my favorites; they still are ere must-haves upon entering and ork.
ent to spend the summer with my father, I always ended up staying with my ousins. This year, my eight-yearold little sister traveled up from New Jersey to spend the summer with our father too. We are sisters with different mothers but the same father, and I had not seen her since she was a baby, so I was beside myself to know I would get to spend the entire break with her as well as one of my favorite cousins.
We spent days dancing around the room with Jamaican music blasting and practicing our hip whine. It was obvious I had no Caribbean blood running through my veins because my whine looked more like hula-hooping. Even my little sister rolled her tiny hips to the music better than I did. When we weren't dancing and talking in the room, we went to the stoop to be a part of the buzz of the block and to go to the neighboring store for Italian ice. There was a heatwave that summer, and icy was the sweetest most refreshing treat. One day while sitting on the stoop trying to catch a breeze from the heat, I saw him.
He was short but taller than me, dark skinned with a glide to his gait and a sly smile that exuded a confidence that was foreign to me. He strolled across the street from the building directly across from ours, made a beeline towards me, leaned his body against the building directly next to mine, and while looking at me, he said, “what's up?” to my
At fourteen, flying out of Georgia to New York was like flying to another world. Everything was so different.
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cousin. I immediately diverted my eyes from him and looked at my cousin for answers to my unspoken questions, “Who is the boy, and why is he staring at me?” She simultaneously laughed at me and said, “Hey” to him. I learned his name, that he lived in the building across the street and that he was a year or two older than me. He eventually traded the building wall for a spot on the stoop. He sat down, talked with us and stared at me for the remainder of the afternoon. By early evening, we girls rushed him away because my aunt would be rounding the corner from the subway soon, and it was no secret that she would not approve of us sitting outside and talking to boys even if it was innocent.
From that day forward, we all met outside on the stoop to talk. Some days, the boy would bring his cousin along, and me, my cousin, my little sister, his cousin and a few other kids in the neighborhood would circle the block towards the Jewish school on the corner, pass the brownstones and other apartment buildings, walk pass the laundromat and go right back to our stoop to talk until it was time for Auntie to come home. As the days passed, the oddly confident Brooklyn boy from across
the street and I would slow our pace on these walks until it was just the two of us walking together and holding hands. We talked about everything. I told him about Georgia, my mom and brothers, my school and how much I hated it. I told him that I loved music and liked to read. I confided in him that reading helped me go places I didn't think I'd ever visit but desperately wanted to experience. He reciprocated and told me about his mother and his father. He talked to me about the school he attended and what it was like to go to school in New York, and he told me he had never before met a girl like me, and he told me he liked me.
Although the days were intolerably hot, the nights were nice and cool. My aunt lived on one of the top floors of the building, so we were able to open the bedroom window at night to feel the breeze. My cousin, I and my sister would lie in bed in the dark and talk about the day to the backdrop of cars whizzing by, laughing and talking from adults still outside, and The Sounds of Blackness “Optimistic” playing on the radio. That night I shared my secret with the girls; he and I were going together. In those days, teenagers
didn't date; they “went together.”Sometimes it was explicitly stated and other times it was simply understood. The girls jumped out of bed, flipped the light switch on and began to jump around the room shouting, “We knew it! We knew it! We see the way y'all look at each other. He is always walking with you and holding your hand. We knew it! We knew it!” I couldn't help but laugh and jump around with them. I was just as excited. He was my first, real love.
The summer months were winding up. They didn't have to return to school until after Labor Day, but school began for me in August. Therefore, we realized I would have to leave soon. The mornings seemed to not come soon enough, so we could meet on the stoop. Daily, we would profess our love for each other while drinking Mystics and walking around the block. The days were beginning to cool down as our walking pace slowed down. It's amazing how time seems to inch past when you're with someone you don't like, yet it zooms when you're in the company of someone you love.
On one of these days, we walked to the back of the Jewish school and sat to talk. He told me how much he was going to miss me, and I said the same to him. We talked about how great it would be if I stayed and lived with my father. I could attend his school, and we could be together. I shared with him all the horrible things I had heard and read about how bad the
kids were in Brooklyn schools. He reassured me he would protect me. Then, he leaned in and kissed me. I couldn't believe it. We were outside, at the back of the school on the step, and he kissed me. At first, I didn't know what to think. I was scared yet thrilled and cautious yet curious. I had never kissed a boy. I didn't know what to think, but I knew I didn't want to stop. My palms were sweaty, my heart was racing and there was an unusual tingling feeling “down there.”I pulled myself away from him to make the tingling go away. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was not supposed to be happening. We stood up, held hands, and continued our walk around the block. Although we never spoke of the moment again, it was permanently etched in mind to never be forgotten.
The day came we both dreaded. For me, summer vacation was over, and it was time to go home. The day before we were to leave, my cousin and my sister laughed and played with the other neighborhood kids, while my sister said her goodbyes, but my whole attention and heart was with him. We took one final walk around the block and promised to write each other letters and stay in touch as he sang to me the new Keith Washington song “Kissing You.” As he smiled and peeped into my soul with his song, my heart seemed to break with every lyric because somewhere deep inside, I knew there was no happy ending for me. I knew I would never see him again.
FAMILY MATTERS JOYS AND PAINS OF FATHERHOOD
By: Aaron Kinzer
Fatherhood is a profound and
multifaceted experience that encompasses a myriad of emotions, ranging from sheer delight to occasional challenges. It is a transformative journey that brings forth an array of joys and pains, shaping both the father and son in profound ways. The joys of fatherhood are truly unparalleled, as one witnesses the miraculous growth and development of their offspring. From those precious first steps to the enchanting utterance of their initial words, each milestone becomes a source of immeasurable pride and sheer elation. The love and bond that blossoms between a father and son is a source of immense happiness and an unparalleled sense of fulfillment.
However, it is important to acknowledge that fathering a son is full of pains and challenges. The sleepless nights spent soothing a restless baby, the countless tests of one's patience, and the occasional tantrums that leave dads feeling perplexed can undoubtedly push a father to his limits. The balancing act between the demands of work and the responsibilities of family life can sometimes leave fathers
feeling overwhelmed and stretched thin. Doubts may arise, and the weight of the societal expectations to raise “tough” boys can add an additional layer of pressure. Yet, amidst these challenges, the joys of fatherhood continue to shine through, illuminating the path with unwavering love and unyielding devotion. The unbreakable bond forged between a father and son, built on a foundation of unconditional love, is a testament to the immense joy that fatherhood brings. The moments shared, the laughter exchanged, and the memories created become an invaluable treasure that transcends the fleeting pains and challenges.
Fatherhood is a journey of self-discovery, where one learns to navigate the uncharted waters of nurturing and preparing a young man for an unforgiving world. It is an opportunity to witness the world through the innocent eyes of a child, to marvel at our son's curiosity and to learn alongside them. The role of a father is not just that of a provider, but also that of a mentor, a role model, and a source of unwavering support.
Athletics and academics are two areas where fathers take immense pride and pleasure in the great strides of our sons. The cross of the finish line or goal line allows us to live, just for a moment, vicariously through our sons. Watching our boys mature into young men and receive diplomas that accompany caps and gowns makes it difficult hold back prideful tears.
However, just knowing that none of those grand achievements can protect them from the ills of an unhealthy society causes great fear take root in the heart of any father. We are forced to fall back on faith in hopes that the planted seeds sprout and bear fruit at the right time. To watch our boys leave us, whether to school or just to spend time with friends, creates and internal battle with panic and anxiety. But to see them return or their name on the caller brings a wellspring of peace and comfort. In the grand tapestry of life, the joys and pains of fatherhood are intricately woven together, creating a rich and nuanced experience. It is through the challenges faced and overcome that we as fathers grow in strength and resilience and form unbreakable bonds with our boys. It is through the joys experienced and cherished that fathers find purpose and meaning. Fathering a boy is a journey that demands patience, compassion, and a willingness to embrace both the joys and the pains that come with it. And in the end, the rewards of fatherhood far surpass the challenges, leaving a lasting legacy of love, guidance, and profound impact on the lives of both father and son.
Contact Aaron Kinzer via Instagram @aaronkinzer1
FAMILY MATTERS
StrengtheN The bondS
IMPORTANCE OF FAMILY UNITY
By: Valerie Champion
In this fast-paced, ever-changing world of
ours, filled with rapid technological advances and busy lifestyles, the significance of family unity has never been more critical. No more sitting down and eating together. Family unity, the cohesive bond that keeps a family together, plays a fundamental role in cultivating emotional well-being, stability, and a sense of belonging among its members.
A support system of a strong family bond provides members with help navigating life's challenges. In times of tension and uncertainty, a united family will provide comfort, grace, advice and reassurance, creating a safe haven where individuals feel understood and valued. This sense of security is essential for spiritual, mental and emotional health, contributing to overall life satisfaction.
On top of that, family unity promotes positive behaviors and attitudes. Of course, depending
on the dynamic of the environment, children can learn valuable life lessons about cooperation, empathy and conflict resolution. All of which is crucial for their personal development and future relationships. They are our future!
Nowadays, it is difficult to maintain family unity It requires intentional efforts from all members. Some members may be miles away and find it hard to be in person. Creating family activities, even virtually, can help to maintain connections and enhance the bond of family.
Unity is the (cornerstone) of a strong, supportive, and loving family. In a world where external pressures can easily divide family ties, prioritizing unity is essential, creating healthy relationships and strengthening bonds of members.
Contact Valerie Champion via email at iam.valeriechampion@gmail.com.
FAMILY MATTERS D E A R
By: Ashley Arrington
Dear Father,
Thank you for pushing me throughout my years of living. You have always pushed me to be a
better version of myself. No matter how much the world beats you down, you still find the strength to lift me up. You shield the pain, hurt, and tiredness with a smile. Why? You have never failed to amaze me; you have had so many obstacles against you, but you still beat the odds - the odds of the world, the odds of being black and the odds of being a black man in America raising 5 young daughters. You have always given us advice, but now it is my turn to give the advice.
Don't let your challenges limit you. As a man that was the youngest of 14 children, with no college education and a criminal record, you have removed the labels the world has placed on you. Sometimes, when I look at you, I just want to burst with rage and not because of you, but because of the positions in which life has placed you. Black males are at most risk to stay in poverty, but you beat the standard. Black males make up most of the jail population, but you beat the standard. Black males have the highest percentage of being absent in their children's lives, but you beat the standards.
The challenges of being a black man in America tend to be overbearing but not impossible. Daddy, I'm sorry you have to go through this. I'm sorry you constantly have a target on your back, and I'm sorry you can never put your guard down while you never seek sympathy from anyone, nor do you want it. The problem that the black man has as he attempts to define himself is this. Daddy, I don't want you to be identified by what society paints you to be nor be limited by its portrait, but I want you to embrace it all and not to shy away from reality
Love your babygirl, Ashley
My parents made sure my sisters and I
never lacked anything. We received the best shoes, gadgets, clothes and education. I attend Howard University, two of my sisters attend North Carolina A&T, while my eldest sisters graduated from Norfolk and UWG. Education for black students is at an all time high, but we are nowhere near where we need to be. My mother is a graduate of Morris Brown College. My father has no college education, but he has never allowed that to hinder his ability to take care of his family nor build a better life for himself and for us.
Being a Black man requires being able to liberate your mind, body, and soul from the trauma of both psychological and physical slavery. Being a black man is walking with God and with the intention of carrying out his will. Lastly, black men, I challenge you to remember who you are today. Don't allow the past to define you or your potential.
Contact Ashley Arrington via Instagram @ashhh._.ley
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CHOICE
PREMIUM RECIPES
LAMB KABOB Zykia McCoy
The most amazing things about a recipe
is its versatility and fast preparation time. It's summertime and no one wants to sit and wait over a hot stove. Kabobs are perfect for a delicious meal during grilling season. They are versatile, easy to make and tasty to eat!
INGREDIENTS
Lamb Kabob
1 lb lamb loin (boneless)
1 green bell pepper (chopped)
1 red onion (quartered)
2 packets of Sazon
1 teaspoon chili powder
1 teaspoon salt
½ teaspoon pepper
½ teaspoon onion powder
½ teaspoon garlic powder
Tzatziki Sauce
¾ teaspoon ground white pepper
Handful of parsley
Handful of chopped fresh dill
2 cups plain Greek yogurt
1 tablespoon Greek Extra Virgin Olive Oil
1 teaspoon white vinegar
4 to 5 garlic cloves, peeled, finely grated or minced
1 teaspoon salt
¾ cucumber (striped)
Optional ingredients: Yellow pepper, Goat cheese
Recipe found in 15 in 15 Minutes or Less Cookbook
To contact Zykia McCoy
zykiamccoy@gmail.com
INSTRUCTIONS
Cut the lamb into bite sized cubes. Cut onions and peppers into quarters. Preheat the grill to medium-high heat. Thread the lamb and vegetables onto eight skewers.
Place the lamb kabobs onto the hot grill and cook for 4-5 minutes on each side, turning regularly to ensure all sides are cooked.
Sauce
Grate the cucumbers with a box grater or finely chop with a food processor.
Toss the grated cucumbers with ½ teaspoon salt.
Spoon the grated cucumber into a thick napkin or paper towel and squeeze dry
In a large mixing bowl, place the garlic with remaining ½ teaspoon salt, white vinegar, and extra virgin olive oil and mix well.
Add the grated cucumber to the bowl with the garlic mixture.
Stir yogurt and a pinch of white or black pepper, parsley and dill. Stir well.
Cover and refrigerate for 30 minutes. Serve with kabobs and enjoy
EVENTS
First Juneteenth Celebration in Jenkins County/Millen, GA: An Historic Celebration.
By: Angel Wright
Photography: Angel Wright
On Saturday, June 22nd, the Jenkins
County/Millen, GA community came alive with the sounds and sights of its firstever Juneteenth celebration. Organized by Krystal Coney of Roxie Enterprise, the event marked a significant milestone for the community, bringing together residents and visitors to honor the history and significance of Juneteenth.
The highlight of the day was the keynote speech delivered by Antré M. Drummer whose storytelling enthralled everyone in attendance. Drumer eloquently narrated the origins of Juneteenth, the day in 1865 when the last enslaved African Americans in Galveston, Texas, were informed of their freedom more than two years after the Emancipation Proclamation. His poignant speech underscored the importance of remembering and celebrating Juneteenth as a reminder of the struggles and triumphs in the journey towards freedom and equality as well as the need to understand the impact and implications on black Americans in our current society
Adding to the festivity, Triple S, a dance group from Statesboro, GA, brought energy and joy with their spirited line dances while the beats of DJ RocDawg had everyone bobbing their heads, tapping their feet, and joining in the fun.
The celebration was not just about performances and speeches; it was a fullfledged community event. Vendors lined the park and offered a variety of delicious food and unique products that reflect the rich culture and entrepreneurial spirit of the community. Children enjoyed a specially designed Kids Zone with a water inflatable that
was sponsored by the Barack Temple which ensured every member of the community, even the children, could enjoy the celebration.
This inaugural Juneteenth celebration in Jenkins County/Millen, GA was more than just a festive gathering. It was a powerful reminder of history, a celebration of community, and a commitment to the ongoing pursuit of equality and justice. Krystal Coney and Roxie Enterprises have set a high standard for future celebrations, creating a legacy that will inspire and unite the community for years to come.
Where Empowerment Meets Community
WOMEN IN BUSINESS Charlotte Garnes
Charlotte Garnes, MA
ReNforce - Founder & Executive Director
Charlotte Garnes launched ReNforce (pronounced reinforce) in 2020 because of her experience with discriminatory employment and professional licensing practices. She received her undergraduate degree in Criminal Justice from Georgia Southern University in Statesboro, GA, and her Master of Arts in Counseling from Webster University in Columbia, SC. Ms. Garnes is a trained Diversity, Equity, & Inclusion professional with a DEI certificate from the University of South Florida. ReNforce provides support and training to individuals returning home from incarceration and assists them in making a successful transition back into the workforce and society ReNforce also engages employers open to learning more about the benefits of hiring qualified job candidates with a conviction on their record. ReNforce broadened its portfolio with the establishment of Redemption House, a supportive Safe House Initiative aimed at aiding justice-impacted women located in Augusta, GA.
Through her vision, Charlotte intends to use her focus to shift the community's perceptions associated with mass incarceration, reintegration, the workforce, and economic development for those impacted by the criminal legal system. Advocate, mentor, social change agent, and educator, Charlotte's passion for merging both her personal and professional experiences to become a champion for change in educating others on the importance of diversifying the labor force for justice-impacted individuals, mental health care preand post-incarceration, and changing the narrative for impacted individuals. She is a 2020 Leading with Conviction Cohort Graduate from JustLeadershipUSA, a 2021 WomenOrganizing for Justice and Opportunity Graduate, and a 2022 Women's Transcending Collective Leadership Fellow with Columbia University
FINDING MY PLACE IN THE SUN
BELONGING
“Belonging, the feeling of security and support when there is a sense of acceptance, inclusion, and identity for a member of a certain group.” Cornell.Edu
“But now, this is what the LORD says— he who created you, Jacob, he who formed you, Israel: “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine.” Isaiah 43:1
Ihad grown accustomed to feeling out of place and
began to believe I didn't need to belong to anyone or any group. The Lord showed me the meaning of belonging at a small missionary Baptist church that I attended throughout college and into adulthood. This is where I dug in spiritually and got rooted in the foundational principles of God's word. This is where I served, grew and felt a sense of belonging. In my ignorance belonging was not necessary but God created us for Himself and for community. I'm sure I've heard this phrase in a song “when I shine you shine we shine together”, I realized learning my place involved learning to operate within a community. I encountered believers who filled me with wisdom, love, correction and guidance. I became more of what God created me to be in this spiritual setting.
As I learned more about God I learned more about myself and the type of life I wanted to build. I knew I always wanted to feel this belonging and be with people that made a positive and lasting impact on the world around them. Throughout the years I have found those people that have given me the structure and opportunities I
longed for. As much as I battled low self-esteem and inadequacy as a teen I grew into being me as a young adult. I landed in a place of acceptance and security within myself because I got to know my Creator and His acceptance is what I desired. As I move forward my request is always Lord lead me to places where I can serve, grow and belong. else's idea of who I should be or change my personality to please others. God began to show me what He put in me was enough, and I could rest in the work He had done and would continue to do in me.
Satricia Moore A writer, educator and mentor
LTHEATRE AND THE BLACK COMMUNITY
ast November, I attended the Lion King Play at the
Orpheum Theatre in San Francisco, California, and let me first say that the show was terrific! The theater became magical from the moment the lights went out. The sun's rising illuminated the room, and Rafiki's "Circle of Life” ensemble swept the theater with unwavering passion and resounding precision. The energy and vibrance of puppeteers galloping through the theater and onto the stage reverberated like a thunderous herd of stampeding buffalo.
The brilliance of color patterns whisking about the stage and the booming sounds of conga drums, the orchestra, and vocal harmonizing pulled me into a galvanized state of celebration. It was stimulating euphoria for the artistic mind. This is the second professional theatrical play I've attended, the first being Hamilton; so far, I haven't been disappointed.
However, the one thing I have noticed that does seem to disappoint is that neither of the plays had a show of black and brown people in the audience, even though many black and brown people are performing in the shows. So, bruthas and sistas, y'all, all right? How y'all feeling? Where y'all at? Seriously, where's the black and brown community's support for the arts, namely, the theater? As I scanned the theater, I noticed barely any black people in the building. Where are the black folks? Why are they a no-show for theatrical productions? Sure, it wasn't completely void of black people. A few were sprinkled throughout the theater, but most attendees were of other races and cultures. Is it a California thing? Perhaps
theatrical arts are more celebrated and supported in other states, namely, New York. You are missing out if you have not attended one of these historical shows. I implore you to grab your good-good-girlfriends, family members, or significant other and see a show. You can thank me later.
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Thoughts to Ponder
Setting Boundaries is Self Care
In order to protect your peace and maintain it, you
have to create boundaries and enforce them. For some, that may sound harsh, but it's not. It's a lesson that I've had to learn throughout my life. It's better to set boundaries in the beginning and risk losing the relationship rather than causing yourself unnecessary strife. Proverbs 17:14 says,
“The beginning of strife is like breaching a dam, therefore, stop contention before quarreling breaks out.”
One of the first steps in setting boundaries is knowing when to set them. To be honest, at the beginning of the relationship is best. When something doesn't quite feel right, or you know in your heart that you don't agree with this or that, don't bend on it. Stay true to who you are. I'm not saying you can't come to a mutual agreement on things that are not deal breakers for you but don't completely give in to the other person's ideas while yours completely dissipate. Next, use your voice and make your boundaries known. You can't expect the other person to read your mind. They either don't know or don't care that they are walking over your boundaries. Either way they are your boundaries, and your peace of mind is being disrupted. Therefore, you carry the responsibility to speak up for yourself in order to protect your peace.
Finally, stick to the boundaries you set and make known. If you compromise and allow your boundaries to be crossed, those boundaries may as well be null and void. I hope you take these tips with you on your daily walk in your relationships. Just remember that setting boundaries is a part of self-care. Boundaries teach the other person, whether an associate, a friend or a family member how to treat you.
Deborah Jefferson Author and Creator of Harobeds Thoughts.
Through my writing and social media content I aim to please God by helping others on their journey through life by sharing mine.
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GROWING MINDS, GUARDING HEARTS
Homeschooling Athletes - Not a Bed of Roses
The most difficult thing we have had to navigate is how
to integrate our home-schooled kids into public school sports. As it happens, we have a very talented Lacrosse player in the family, and he has his eyes set on playing in college. With no guidance counselor or scholarship mentors, we are on our own. This means that we will have to figure out a way for all of his courses to be NCAA-approved. The amount of paperwork and hoops to jump through, beginning in 9th grade is mind-boggling and at times seems unfair and unreachable. He also wants to play with the local high school. They recruited him as an 8th grader; however, we couldn't figure out how to get him on the team.
Today, in preparation for his hopeful entrance to public high school sports, I did his 8th-grade report card because it is required for him to play with the team. My son took 12 courses in 8th grade. 3.5 of them were of high school level. I think he completed more than what would have been required of him in public school. Yet we remain stuck, feeling like “unwanteds” by the very school system who would, frankly, be lucky to have him.
The pressure to help shape and guide your child's future is immense. Choosing to home-school a competitive athlete into college is more than my mind knows how to do at this moment. Yet we will stand strong in the belief that our child deserves to participate in every way he earns on his own merit. We will press on because these moments matter.
As Always, Love to you Lisa
Lisa Taylor Follower of Jesus, Wife, Homeschooling Momma, Multi-business Owner Surviving Grief - Jaden's Mommy 06/25/07 - 03/04/2008
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KNOW THYSELF!
By: Lynn Gladney
“Know Thyself” is a proverb observed in various cultures, educational realms and belief systems that span human history. While its meaning is simply a reflection of the significance of a commitment dedicated to the journey to find one's self, the ideology is continuous and evolves from early African historical texts, Greek philosophical canons and biblical manuscripts. Its intent is to spark the most difficult yet most rewarding exploration on which an individual can embark.
The most common expressions of "know thyself" appears in various scriptures throughout the Bible, i.e., Luke 6:42, Jeremiah 17:10, 1 Corinthians 11:28, Proverbs 28:11 2 Corinthians 13:5 states, “Examine yourselves to see whether you are in the faith; test yourselves. Do you not realize that Christ Jesus is in you—unless, of course, you fail the test?”
The African proverb of Egyptian origin states, "Man, know thyself," and it speaks to emotional intelligence being a spiritual epicenter. The Greek phrase of the term is “gnōthi sauton.” It is inscribed on the remains of an ancient temple erected in the 5th century BC located in the Arcadian mountains. Socrates said, "To know thyself is the beginning of wisdom," and its application transcends the spiritual realm. The belief is that understanding oneself would help people better understand and relate to the world
around them. Because life is a journey and not a destination, there is a constant learning process that changes in stages of your everyday life, the world, and your place in it.
Today, in the 21st century, this examination of one's self is the substance of the scholarly approach to the path of self awareness. The skills of introspection and reflection are attributes sought out by leaders and critical thinkers in order to address our world's most pressing problems. It is believed that once you gain a full appreciation of your strengths,
weaknesses, skills, and interests, you will better understand how you can make valuable contributions to society and achieve both professional success and personal satisfaction.
Recently, I read a Forbes magazine article titled, “The Art of Self Awareness; Navigating Life with Clarity and Purpose.” The contributor, Lawrence Henderson, is a Professional Leadership Coach. The article offers a fascinating personal testimony of a professional experience that gave a broader perspective in the realization of understanding - how we show up in life is an art form that has to be continuously navigated. It often requires the participation of others to share their experience of you in the form of feedback, possibly therapy, or even the services of life coaching and leadership coaching.
It is certainly not my intent to venture into the “know thyself” arena as an expert. However, I truly believe that victory of the mind and the heart is in its ability to reconfigure itself in light of new information and new experiences. The practice of giving rise to new synaptic pathways in your brain with a willingness to entertain and contemplate ideas that will challenge you and to interrogate the motivations behind your thoughts, behavior and interactions with others is a game changer.
Victory of the mind and the heart is the gratitude and realization that everyday God awakens is a fresh opportunity for me to access new experiences to continue my life journey on point and on purpose.
This column is dedicated to James E. Heffner, as the love of my life. Thank you for understanding the language of my heart. Victory of the mind and heart is a journey to be shared, and I'm blessed to have you in my life.
Mother, Veteran, GA Representative District 130 Empowering women, veterans, and professionals while fostering progress and unity within communities.
Lynn Gladney
Creative Corner
BECOMING ME
By: Deborah Jefferson
Focused on becoming me, what does that even mean living in your truth
Excepting the real you Imperfections and all Even when you fall Get back up Fill up your cup Be proud of who you are You've come so far No turning back now
One day you'll look back and ask how Did you make it through? But it was you You did it
You made it
You found out who you could truly be A magnificent masterpiece
Contact Deborah Jefferson via email at 76harobed@gmail.com.
TESTIMONIES
I looked in the refrigerator to find there was barely enough food to eat. There was not enough money in the bank and bills had to be paid. My heart cried out in desperation. It seemed impossible and pay day was a week away. But God showed us he is a provider.
Latoya Washington
Eager to have liposuction! My birthday almost became my death day! March 8, 2006, during recovery, I blacked out and woke up to pandemonium. There were too many blood clots to count. "She is not going to make it!" BUT GOD, I celebrated my 50th Birthday on March 8, 2024.
Dr. Iasha K. Nichols
Joy Cunningham's departure marked more than just a goodbye; it ignited a journey of profound change. Now a prominent advocate for legislative reform and social justice, Joy tirelessly fights for children's safety online through the Kids Online Safety Act (KOSA) and raises awareness about the dangers of human trafficking. “ButGod”
Joy Cunningham
I was depressed, at my lowest, beating myself up daily…Smiling in pics and in faces of people but at my lowest BUT GOD used my little brother to ENCOURAGE me & help get me through it.
LaNay I was stuck on autopilot for the sake of survival and I was so close to accepting that miserable valley as “where I was meant to be” OH BUT GOD! He reminded me that yes, even though that period of my life served a purpose it was NEVER where I was destined to make my home!
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