After I god night prayer, stillness and a good night sleep I am a lot clearer. I am also reposting this article because another blogger, a gossip blogger has taken my post and reposted it on his site without my permission.
He as also added commentary of speculation with no verification.
I spent hours in my bedroom sequestered with the door closed reading the classics from the Harlem Renaissance, Hughes, Larsen, Hurston, Wright and Baldwin. The fiction of this period was powerful and empowering all at the same time.
You can read my full review on The Persimmon Tree Tea Company Mint Teas. It spoke to my own degradation and gave me hope for a better tomorrow. There is something wonderful about turning to the next page of a wonderful story.
It gave me purpose for my own life and the courage to fight the good fight and never surrender. Something intoxicating about the smell of the book and the story it brings to life.
It gave me purpose for my own life and the courage to fight the good fight and never surrender.
Reading is the one thing that the pain of my life could never take away from me. And even today, living with AIDS, books continue to be the safest place for me.
I warn you, it will not be exclusively white or black, male or female, fiction or non fiction, it will be all of them. Who says that Oprah has to have the only ownership to a wonderful book club?