A Place for Remembering and Changing

It is about time you found us. We have been waiting for you! Please make yourself at home as we conjure up some memories for you about the “good ole days.” Did you have an Aunt, Uncle, Grandma, or Grandpa who loved to share his or her memories? Weren’t those times enjoyable as the past was connected to the present? Have you ever gotten lost in a story, a movie, or even a song that took you back to a specific time, place, or person? If so, you have found the right place for remembering.

However, if memories are all that you are looking for, this is NOT the right place for you. What you will find here are real life anecdotes designed to show you that Blacks and Whites are quite similar but unique. You will be challenged to put aside ignorance which causes preconceptions and stereotypes. Don’t worry. You will not be scolded or preached at. In a subtle fashion, you will discover and remember what you already know in your heart. This site will allow you to put your life on pause and then cause you to be refreshed by your reflections on the “good ole days.” Perhaps this site will even help you improve your perception of racial issues in America. Please enjoy.

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The story revolves around two people who lived during the same time, roughly 1950 through the present. The setting is the Detroit Metropolitan Area. Now available on Amazon!

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Do you know someone who grew up in Detroit in the 1950’s and 1960’s? Or maybe that someone is you! Let’s spread the word about this site and the book so we can reminisce together.

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Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?

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Back to School

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Where Were You?

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Black and White Like Stormy and Sparky

Man’s best friend – maybe. My apologies to all you cat lovers out there, but today is dedicated to the dog! I couldn’t help laughing out loud when I saw a commercial – I think it was for Swiffer, the floor cleaner – that showed a dog lying on the couch with tracks of...

Get Up

An old traditional ballad called “Get Up and Bar the Door” tells of an old married couple who decided to have a contest that whoever spoke first would have to get up and secure the front door. Laziness, stubbornness, or just a game to pass the time on a dreary winter...

I Don’t Get It! – Mock Drafts

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Winter Wonderland?

Those of us who live in the north, Michigan to be more exact, have developed a sense of humor about the weather. If we didn’t, we would end up assuming the hunker down posture facing the elements with our teeth clenched and expletives emerging from our steamy breath....

Nothing/Something to Crow About

As I enjoy myself in Biloxi, MS, I can only wonder about how things used to be in one of the most dreaded states in the Union for African-Americans. Looking around and seeing so many blacks, not as workers and servers, but also as vacationers and travelers, I find it...