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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Each blog article has open comments, why not jump in and tell us if you had a similar experience. Or maybe you’ve got a story of your own to share – we’ll be publishing guest posts soon! Get in touch.

Stormy Daniels (no, not that one)

“Put that down before you hurt someone or yourself.” “Get out of the bathroom and stop unrolling the toilet paper and drinking out of the toilet.” “Did you have to eat all the hamburger buns that were put ‘safely’ on the counter?” “You were supposed to play with the...

Southfield Library Talk

We were so honored to continue the conversation at the Southfield Library in February to celebrate Black History Month. Take a look and let us know what you think - keep the conversation going in the comments below. If you would like to host us at your organization,...

The Source

A concept that I could never get through my thick skull was the difference between the mouth and the source of a river. In fact, I had to look up that information before writing this because it just doesn’t seem logical. The source part is quite easy to understand...

Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?

Thomas Hardy, a British author, wrote this poem in the mid-1800s. I read it a hundred years later while teaching English at Oakwood Junior High in what was then called East Detroit, Michigan. If you think this is going to be a mournful blog about death, you may be...

I Can’t Hear You!

When you are at a concert, a meeting, a game, or any sort of presentation, it invariably happens. “Good morning,” “Are you having a good time,” “Cheer for the team,” “Get your hands together!” “Louder!” No matter how you respond, the "cheerleader" will invariably...

Mental Illness is Color Blind

Mental illness affects the entire human race. It is like cancer that attacks all of us. The huge difference between the two diseases is that cancer usually will be detected, then treated aggressively, and hopefully conquered. We all know of individuals who have died...

RIGHT? . . . WRONG? . . . JUST DIFFERENT!

Sitting in the Fisher Theater as one of a handful of white people enjoying TJ Hemphill’s fantastic production of Perilous Times, I was filled with many thoughts. The first of which was why was I in such an overwhelming minority when the play was about a personal...

Why You So Scart?

Think back to high school speech class. For me, this was the worst torture imaginable causing knees shaking, cheek twitching, armpits sweating, and pubescent voice cracking. If I dared look up to make the required eye contact, there was always some jerk-off giving me...