the last page.

when I first pick up a book…

I may look at the cover








but this is not enough.

When making the decision to read or leave

I take an alternative route.

I let my fingers flip from

page to page

chapter to chapter

plot to plot

character to character

to the end.

for that is where I start.

I start by reading the last sentence.

I have found that you can learn a lot about a person by exploring their pages,

books are no different.

starting with the last sentence fuels my curiosity,

and leaves me wanting..

to read

and read

and read more.

and then work my way back there.

all the way back to that last sentence,

to my starting point.

the last sentence to sum up the ocean of words.

it is a closer?

an all encompassing end?

or is it

the last page…

In what different ways do you like to experiance a new book? 


a day of bliss

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We climb trees,

watch snakes,

put some spiders on our face.

Wrap flowers, twigs, and grass in our hair,

and eat a little left to spare.

Twirl about in the grass,

lay on roads,

talk and laugh.

Make war paint out of common mud

turn our faces into works of art.

Swish our hair in rivers

filled with blues and greens.

We are wilderness women

and wild is in our genes.

What do you do to get in touch with nature?

bronx babe.

His name is Jose

he is from the Bronx.

So watch yourself when you turn your back

because this kid is not on the right track.

You see, this child was not born with privilege

I mean, this child is from the Bronx,

where kids even as innocent as this are judged by appearances.

But if you look deep into his eyes

would you find

a juvenile delinquent

or a real head case?

Or perhaps, you would find one of God’s babies

trying to find love in this place.

In the Bronx.

In the ghetto.

down the dirty street…

in the school

where his eyes meet yours

and then you see

not only with your eyes

but with your soul

and you melt with ease.

Hi, Jose.

What emotions do this picture convey to you personally?

a survivor.

(David is pictured on the left)

AIDS is a three-letter word

used to fill in the spots

earn the money

to learn to sympathize

but have you ever looked the disease right in the eyes?

I did.

I was in New York City last week

the city that never seems to close its eyes

or even sleep.

I met David in New York City

serving dinner at a church one evening.

It was with a program called Momentum

that provides people with AIDS with healthy foods.

David had AIDS

and for once I saw

a face to the disease that

we talk about like we know so well.

David was relatable




a survivor to be sure.

I talked with him for quite a long time

then left one friend richer

with a smile as big as an ocean,

eyes opened.

Have you ever experienced an eye-opening moment that makes you see something in a whole different way than you originally thought?

collections of a lifetime.

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I helped my grandma clean her basement last weekend.

This basement was like a treasure trove

filled with secrets,

that no one could fathom

or know.

To look through bottles, books and things

and having my grandma tell of all the excitment they bring

made me smile.

I could listen

and listen

and listen

for days

to my grandma talk of her proud glory days.

She was a mother,



and lover of people.

She worked hard for her family,

and this has paid off

with beautiful children,


and great-grandchildren to top it off.

Recalling memories is a beautiful thing

to see a person’s face light up with exuberance and glee.

My grandmother’s face was a ray of sunshine,

looking over her collections of a lifetime.

What are some things that you think will be included in your collections of a lifetime?

girl of sweet carmel.

Her smile is a flash of blinding white;

her skin is the color of a melty caramel.

Her soul will welcome you with open arms;

there is room enough in there for two

or more.

She will be more then willing to let you in.

that is for sure.

Her golden hoop earrings shine but not nearly as bright as she does.

She is a beam of postivity to the world around her.

A “light in the darkness” is an accurate word picture.

She beams

and can’t help it.

Talk and she will listen,

cry and she will comfort you,

vent and she will reassure you of sanity.

An incandescent candle is she.

Jaleeca Yancy is that to me.

What is a source of postivity in your life?

How you express positivity to others?

she cleans your dirt.

She cleans your messes

scrubs your showers

and empties your trash cans,

without a word

on the hour.

She moves in and out of your life like a ghost.

You see the side effects, but never the cause.

If you looked closer you would find

an Ethiopian woman

with thoughts in her mind.

This woman of Ethiopia cries to think

of her African family


on the continental brink.

She’s been away for so long.

She would talk to you about it

if you took the time

and asked.

Try asking.

Attempt to look rather than just to glance.

Avoid ignorance

and ignore her no more.

For this is a thank you not measured by words,

but by authentic love.

So let the person that needs to be noticed,

be noticed.

Let the voices that need to be heard,

be heard.

Let your ears be receptive

to listen.

Do you ever think about the cleaning staff on campus?

What are some ways that you can express kindness to them in the future?