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Today’s #tbt is dedicated to the tiniest, cutest, fiestiest of the 3 musketeers! Know what I love most about you, Abbs?? Your laugh…you laugh at everything and it’s contagious! Here’s to a year of love and laughter! Love you long time, cousin! Xoxoxo 😘😘😘

Today was officially my last day of my last summer vacation. Tomorrow I start the second and last year of my Master of Public Health program. Next summer, prayerfully, I will be working as a public health practitioner somewhere. And I’ll be really grateful for that opportunity. But today, I was just a little sad about that. This whole week, I’ve been sad thinking about today.
I want to do meaningful work. I want to accomplish great things. I want to live in my purpose every day. I just…I wanted summer to last a little bit longer. So I wasn’t particularly productive today. I’ll be productive tomorrow. I didn’t make a whole lot of preparations for the year ahead today. I’ll do that tomorrow. I didn’t put on my grown up clothes. I’ll have to do that tomorrow. Instead, I got in my car and drove down the street, around the corner, down the big hill on the narrow back road, to the park. And I stood in the sun. I watched the little boys suit up in their tiny gear and charge the field for their football game. I watched the community drive up, park their cars, and go sit out in the sun to watch their boys play. And it lifted my spirits. Today, I was just a kid enjoying summer vacation in my play clothes.
And now, it’s tomorrow. I should have been asleep already. A 10:00 class awaits me and I have no clue what I’m wearing. But it’s the last night of summer vacation. So I’ll figure it out in the morning. In the morning, God-willing, I’ll wake up and put on my business casual. I’ll grab my planner, my laptop, my water bottle, and I’ll start the last year of my formal education like the fake grown up I am. But tonight, I’m happy I stayed up past 12, like the big kid I am lol. Goodbye, summer.  
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Today was officially my last day of my last summer vacation. Tomorrow I start the second and last year of my Master of Public Health program. Next summer, prayerfully, I will be working as a public health practitioner somewhere. And I’ll be really grateful for that opportunity. But today, I was just a little sad about that. This whole week, I’ve been sad thinking about today.

I want to do meaningful work. I want to accomplish great things. I want to live in my purpose every day. I just…I wanted summer to last a little bit longer. So I wasn’t particularly productive today. I’ll be productive tomorrow. I didn’t make a whole lot of preparations for the year ahead today. I’ll do that tomorrow. I didn’t put on my grown up clothes. I’ll have to do that tomorrow. Instead, I got in my car and drove down the street, around the corner, down the big hill on the narrow back road, to the park. And I stood in the sun. I watched the little boys suit up in their tiny gear and charge the field for their football game. I watched the community drive up, park their cars, and go sit out in the sun to watch their boys play. And it lifted my spirits. Today, I was just a kid enjoying summer vacation in my play clothes.

And now, it’s tomorrow. I should have been asleep already. A 10:00 class awaits me and I have no clue what I’m wearing. But it’s the last night of summer vacation. So I’ll figure it out in the morning. In the morning, God-willing, I’ll wake up and put on my business casual. I’ll grab my planner, my laptop, my water bottle, and I’ll start the last year of my formal education like the fake grown up I am. But tonight, I’m happy I stayed up past 12, like the big kid I am lol. Goodbye, summer.  

There are friendships I’ve mourned over where too much history got in the way. There were too many harsh words and broken promises and silent disagreements, and it rotted to an impatient grave. But there are others where we traveled the jagged road of reconciliation, mending wounds and untying knots and covering with grace: and on the other end of this is an ocean-deep intimacy of perseverance that couldn’t be reached any other way. We had to wrestle with the ugly parts of our nature. Demons were exposed. Secrets were spilled. Yet there is a joy in this sort of enduring friendship that goes the long distance; there’s a crazy sort of laughter with a lifelong friend that is colored by the weight of heels digging into the ground, a love that says, ‘I’m staying.’ We see it in the cross, and we can have it now, even in a world such as this.
J.S. (via jspark3000)

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The New Jim Crow

1. Ferguson, Missouri has a population of approximately 21,000 people — roughly 67% of those residents are Black

2. The Ferguson police department has around 53 commisioned officers —3 of them are Black

3. Ferguson had *zero* homicides for all of 2014 —until Michael Brown was murdered by Darrin Wilson

4. Things you should know: Five Myths About Black-on-Black Crime

5. Michael Brown was 18yrs old and was about to begin college. Brown had no criminal record, and despite the Ferguson PD’s smear campaign, Mike Brown PAID FOR the cigars —those facts are all important and should be known, but even if Brown was a high school dropout with prior arrests who stole the cigars, 1) it wouldn’t have made his life any less valuable, 2) we have a court system and those are not capital offenses and 3) it doesn’t change the fact that the cop who killed him, Darren Wilson, had no idea about Brown’s personal history when he executed Brown. Wilson saw only a Black teen deemed either “too uppity” or “suspicious” because of his skin color

6. Five examples: The Militarization of the police

7. It’s deeply Institutional: Police view Black Children As Less Innocent

8. This is Not the first time Ferguson’s police have been heavy handed with it’s Black residents  - Innocent Black man beaten by cops, then charged with bleeding on police officer’s uniforms 

9. So please - don’t get it twisted

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