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Black Isn't Beautiful And It Isn't Ugly - Black Is! It's Not Kinky Hair And It's Not Straight Hair - It Just Is.

Home. It's Being New And Old All Rolled Into One. Measuring Your New Against Old Friends, Old Ways, Old Places, Knowing That As Long As The Old Survives, You Can Keep Changing As Much As You Want Without The Nightmare Of Waking Up To A Total Stranger.

Six Months Of Looking For A Job Had Made Me An Expert At Picking Out The People Who, Like Me, Were Hurrying Up To Wait - In Somebody's Outer Anything For A Chance To Make It Through Their Inner Doors To Prove That You Could Type Two Words A Minute, Or Not Drool On Your Blouse While Answering Difficult Questions About Your Middle Initial And Date Of Birth.

Time Is A Funny Thing. I Was Always Puzzled With The Way A Single Day Could Stretch Itself Out To The Point Of Eternity In Your Mind, All While Years Melted Down Into The Fraction Of A Second.

Sometimes Being A Friend Means Mastering The Art Of Timing. There Is A Time For Silence. A Time To Let Go... And A Time To Prepare To Pick Up The Pieces When It's All Over.