It is a beautiful spring morning. I hear the vibrant song of birds. The quiet night is giving way to promises of the hustle and bustle of an untarnished day by any breaking news yet! My suspicions that this will...
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If I were female on Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s Day first made an impressive entry into my knowledge and consciousness as a naive teenager trying to understand why this older girl was coaching me on getting her a gift on a particular day. I recall the unusual buzz...
The Value of African Lives

Capturing the way I feel with words has been a bit challenging for me as I process this whole thing. I’m not exactly sure how I missed it but . . . I missed it. I heard about it, but...
Migrating My Blog Site.

Over the years my blog site A Maze in Gaze has served a useful purpose. In seeking a better platform that will represent my voice in cyberspace, I'm making this site my main outlet and a forum for my audience. This is...
Ebola in USA – Lessons We Must Learned

Just days after Dr. Tom Frieden noted that, with the Ebola disease spreading exponentially, it is likely that it will be exported to other countries - the news that it had made its way to Dallas broke. A local Liberian artist paints...
I’m Relocating. . . .

In order to better reach my reading followers, I will be migrating my old site to a new exciting website: www.sbrobbeyjr.com by the end of October 2014. While this has served a great purpose, www.sbrobbeyjr.com will be a better platform...
Why I Like Purple.

Not really sure, but it moves me! It does something to my inside.
Minding Things That Matter Most

Setting my sails for the voyage into 2014 has been rather lengthy than normal during this season. I’m not exactly sure why, but some thoughts have been swirling in my mind and marinating in my heart. Late last year, I...
A Case Of Racial Profiling?

Last week, I was pulled over by a Cop. Yes, siren, lights and all! The strange thing is, prior to being pulled over, my friend observed that the Police Cruiser passed us at the Intersection where we were 'yielded', waiting...
Why I’ll not Trust Anyone Again. . . . Ever! – Part 2

When I met Amy (not her real name) she told me with unflinching resolve that she kept very few close friends and did not engage in much ‘useless’ private conversations. I admired her passion for seemingly avoiding gossip. So I...