Individual Crudites

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When I was growing up, Black History was an everyday experience.

Miles Davis

How many times have you heard that before?

Well the truth of it is that I come from artistic DNA. Whether it is food, carpentry, photography, sculpting... the list is actually endless. My point is we show and tell rather than just tell. Notable figures in Black & American History line the walls of my parents' home and my old bedroom. So I saw it and learned it everyday. Not just in February or at school.

Coming into February I wracked my brains over what could I share that was any different or more meaningful for Black History Month here on the blog. Then it dawned on me that I have Pinterest now. Although it was around last year, I wasn't using it then.

For Black History Month and beyond please visit my Black History Board on Pinterest, I'd love your thoughts and feedback. I plan continually updating it so that it is a repository of history that stretches beyond a mere 28 days in February.

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For me back to school was all about having a new backpack, a new lunch box and a new pair of shoes to show off on the first day.

Not much has changed in the past few decades...

If you're like me you began your purchasing of pencils, composition books and crayons on July 5th, the day after July 4th --- when most stores began setting up their displays. To put it into context it's no different than buying Christmas decorations the day after Halloween. But I'll never be that latter guy. Just in case you were curious.

If you're not like me, and you're not residing in Atlanta, where school has already started. But even if you do reside in Atlanta, there never seems to be quite enough when it comes to school supplies and the clothes our kids burn through during the school year. Especially the first couple of weeks when they are still in summer mode and just as rough and tough and careless as they want to be. This goes for both the little ones and the big ones and all the ones in between. Despite all this the most amazing part of Back-to-School is seeing the joy that comes when my daughter sees her friends and reconnects with loud screams and big, little person hugs. My son, the teenager would rather be skewered, but it makes my heart smile each year he advances that much further into adulthood.