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I’m so excited to launch the READ A BOOK podcast through @ForthDistrict. Now is the perfect time and Forth is the perfect place to READ A BOOK.

We are engulfed in volatility, vehemence, and vitriol. The art of conversation is lost, efforts to empathize are eroding, and understanding is under-rated, under-appreciated and under-practiced.

Frankly, I think all of us would benefit by choosing to slow down, shut up, and READ A BOOK. That is the cornerstone of this podcast.

So here’s how it works, we’ll choose a book and introduce it, along with the reading schedule; we’ll read two chapters per week and then discuss those chapters in the following week’s episode.

The discussion will be between myself, my surprise guest co-host, and you! That’s right, I need you in on this and there are two ways for you to add your voice to the conversation.

First, social media. We’ll post to our channels, so make sure to follow Forth District. Second, we want to hear your literal voice. You can call us and share your thoughts, questions, and stories and we’ll include those voicemails in our episodes. We want to hear from you and we expect you to air it out. I look forward to seeing how your thoughts enrich and influence our conversations!

I'm so excited to READ A BOOK with you!
Literally, racks on racks on racks. 🍌🍌🍌
In our ninth year of marriage, the two of us became we three.

I've learned that you can't quantify love, but Erin, you're the one.

Happy Anniversary my Queen.
My friend Trayvon is looking for work! Whose hiring?

He returns, as a sophomore, to @usiedu on August 21, so he'd like to make $1,500 between now and then to help with his college expenses.

You may remember Trayvon from previous posts: shoveling snow in the middle of winter, instead of sleeping in on a snow day, and doing demolition with me in my sister's apartment on his Spring Break.

He's helped me a ton over the years and is a joy to spend time with, so I'm always pleased to put some money in his pocket. If you've got some work you need done, a project that's been neglected or lingering, or need an extra pair of hands to help, Trayvon is that dude!

Comment or send me a personal message and I'll help get y'all connected. Let's support these young men who are doing their best to become all they can be!
We’re moving. We won’t take much more than you see in this photo: dog, daughter, mom and dad, plus a few essentials.

Only the essentials, for a few reason. First, the cost of moving our stuff exceeds it's value. Then there's the reality that stuff lives in places, fixed placed. You put a lamp on a table, a table in a corner, a rug in a room, and a book on a shelf. But what do you do with stuff when it doesn't have a place? Well, we decided to let ours go; excluding the essentials, plus a dog and daughter, mom and dad. These are the things that lives are made of and this August we’re going to see if we can make a life in Hawaii.

Lastly there's the reality that we don’t know what's to come. As we enter the unknown, we're lightening our load for the journey ahead, freeing our hands to cling to one another and opening them to receive.
My dearest Ember, this is the first photo of you I’ve shared on the internet.
Before you were born I revisited Neil Postman’s ‘The Disappearance of Childhood,' which I first read somewhere in my transition from teen to twenty-something. I thought I was so grown then, now I know I was still all but a child myself. So, while your Mom was reading about birthing and infants and parenting, which I felt I should minic, I was preoccupied; thinking about the world you would inherit. The world you would grow up in, that would inform you; through norms and definitions and ideas and truths; the world that would form you, or at least try to.
And I was preoccupied with another thought; there’s something about your world that is so different than mine. Especially during childhood, and it’s this: the internet.
You see, the internet, as we know it, became normal during that same teen to twenty transition. It found its way into my life through mystique and allure. And whatever can be said about it, I had the choice of embracing and adopting and partaking. But, even more important than that, I had a childhood without it.
You wont have that privilege, that space, and that concerned me. Concern gave way to a foreign feeling: withdraw. So, before you were born I got off social media, deleted apps, researched basic phones; your Mom and I minimized, purging most of what we owned. That brought margin, then conversations about wanting more margin and less stuff; more of you, more of us, less of everything else.
I asked our family and friends to not share photos of you on the internet. I speculated doing so would at least interfere with, if not inhibit, the inventiveness of your individual identity.
While I wouldn’t want much of my childhood for you, I always had a sense of self and I want that for you, because the world will try to distract you; from who you are and all you are. Distract you through ideas and advertisements, trends and tv, the news and the internet. Distract you from who you are, from all you are; but Ember, I know you.
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J. Cole released a new album today. My young boi's swear he's the nicest, but none of them bought the album. Salt to the wound, they downloaded it, illegally.

I had to dig in the archives to find this one just to air 'em out; ol' style bitin', love J. Cole with their lips, Cole World screamin', not putting their money where their mouth is lookin' mugs.


#JCole #4youreyezonly @realcoleworld
Truth may be black and white, but the world, the real world, is gray.

Gray like the haze on an overcast day. Gray like the billowing pollution from a concrete smoke stack. Gray like the gloom you feel when you're enveloped in both.

So, the next time the truth you have to offer is as black as coal or as white as snow, remember that men and women live in the real world and the real world is gray.
(November 24, 2016: Evansville, IN.) "Kill All Koons," sprawled on Liberty Missionary Baptist Church. A historically African-American church, founded in 1865 as a congregation of former slaves. On Thanksgiving, no less, following the free meal they provided to nearly 300 people.

To my fellow Evansvillians, what happens when the national headlines show up at, or rather on, our front door?

There is talk of America changing. At times the sentiment sounds like concern that there is something unique happening to Black folks. As if their onslaught is new, their murder is random, their incarceration is unintentional; as if the rhetorical torture aimed at these precious people is not systemic and as if their oppression is sudden.

I simply disagree. Name an era, a generation, a time-period, in which such hate and vitriol was not thrust at Africans in America. You can not navigate their narrative without noticing the normalized neurotic nefariousness to which they've been subject to, for their entire history in this land.

To my fellow Caucasians, namely those who are Christians, and most specifically to those who live in Evansville, try to fathom what it would be like to discover a murderous threat tagged on the entrance to where you fellowship and where you worship. Then, if you could discover an ethnic insult (i.e. racist slur) from your most likely white-washed European lineage, and it was added to the threat, imagine the terror of a call to murder you, exponentially amplified by the ignorant animosity of racism.

I'll write more later, but for now, just imagine; that is where empathy begins.

#EVV #Evansville #church #racism #america #2016
#sogonechallenge featuring @clevergerl in the kitchen whippin' that work. Full video on Twitter and Facebook.

Shoutout @classic_jayrob and @theone___n__only who agreed to doing this as well, I'm waiting for it my g's.
Yesterday was the 10 year anniversary of my big brothers death.
His name is Scott Little and he was the most important person in my entire world.
I had just turned 22, Scott had just been released from county, I had just been with him and the afternoon before he died, we were just texting.
Now I'm 32 and while my counselor says that I "intellectualize emotion as a defense mechanism," the pain of his absence and the void it has left in my life are as real as ever.
Pain, that was once paralyzing has become profound and unexpectedly pulsates. The day I graduated from University and he was not there to congratulate, the day I got married and he was not there to celebrate, the darkest days of our marriage when I longed for someone who knew me and understood me and one of the brightest, the day I found out we were pregnant, all stained with the subtle yet staggering reminder that I could not call my older brother; for help or encouragement, to vent, to say, "Scott, I'm gonna be a Dad! You're gonna be an uncle!"
On those days, tried, tested and true words of a friend echo: "what you'll miss most is making memories."
I remember you Scott. I remember who we were. I remember watching you to figure out how to become a man and mimicking you, you were the measure and mold of manhood in my life. l remember the trouble we got into, the evils you introduced me to, the ways you tested me and made me tough and taught me to trust myself. I remember how you encouraged me to be who I am and clowned me as I discovered that person. I remember riding on your handle bars and pegs and riding shotgun in your cars.
Man, it was us against the world. I remember you. I remember us.
Scott, I'm gonna be a Dad! You're gonna be an uncle!
Be courageous, take a risk, fail your way to success and learn something new. #eachoneteachone