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.

Playing Under the Table and Dreaming

Dave Matthews, a prolific song writer and entertainer, had a smash song called "Ants Marching” in 1994. I was struck by his conjuring up of memories as a boy at his mother’s house. “And remembers being small, playing under the table and dreaming.” This song,...

Mom’s Mad

Whether black or white, male or female . . . no matter. We have all realized that if our mother is angry, we all suffer. Now, this blog isn’t about anti-motherhood, far from it. Usually, mom had every right to be mad based on a variety of precipitous situations. We...

How Much Is That Doggie in the Window?

Patti Page recorded the song, "How much is that doggie in the window?" in 1952. Probably from time immemorial humans’ attractions to dogs have been very strong. Anyone who has visited an animal shelter or pet store gets the urge to rescue one of those irresistible...

Please Pass the Cherry Kijafa

I can still hear my dear Aunt Helen gleefully requesting a refill on Christmas Eve. What a great time it was with the anticipation of Santa and the cool presents he was sure to bring. This blog is meant to jog your memory as you reminisce about traditions you...

A Picture is Worth a Thousand (or at least 567) Words

Looking at some old childhood pictures of Cookie and me, I couldn’t help smiling. How darn cute were we in some of them with our “Sunday go to meeting” (old-fashioned saying meaning your best outfit) clothes on? We would have a sports coat with a white shirt and a...

We were guests on The Rock ‘n’ Turk Sports Show

What an honor for us to be asked to be guests with Rock and Turk this evening. What a great conversation about race relations in Detroit and around the world. We chatted about growing up in Detroit and living through the race riots of the 1960's, how basketball...

It’s a Black Thing

. . . you wouldn’t understand. It’s a white thang. It’s a woman thang. It’s a Christian thang. It’s a Jewish thang. It’s a Muslim thang. What the hell??!! With so many “thangs” going on, no wonder we have trouble getting along. I can’t understand you, and you can’t...

I Don’t Get It

There are a few things in life that I just don't get. Tattoos Smoking Being a Detroit Lions fan Soccer A beautiful girl with porcelain skin walked by, and as I ogled her, as any man, old or young might, I disappointedly noticed that she had tattoos on her leg, arm,...