Hal Jackson Hal Jackson’s Talented Teens Fundraiser

Folks who lived in the NYC area during the 80’s & 90’s remember Hal Jackson’s Sunday Classics heard on then Black-owned WBLS-FM. Many of us looked forward to hearing classic R&B and soul music each week. After Jackson—a broadcast pioneer—passed away in 2012, Debi (known as Debi B), Hal’s co-host and wife, continued hosting the program along with Clay Berry until March of 2015.

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Harlem EatUp! Luminary Awards Tamron Hall and D-Nice Honored

Titled “Harlem EatUp!,” the Luminary Awards Dinner truly lived up to its name. At the renowned Alhambra Ballroom in Harlem, guests dined on an array of culinary delights. Launched in 2015 by co-founders and celebrated chefs Herb Karlitz and Emmy Award winner Marcus Samuelsson, this year’s honorees were TV Talk Show Host/Journalist and Author Tamron Hall, and Harlem-born Producer, Photographer, and DJ, D-Nice.

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You Can Live Well

As a fitness expert, I often encourage clients to care for themselves first. It seems selfish, but the fact is that self-care is necessary and essential to your wellbeing. If you are a caregiver, mother, father, daughter, or son—what happens to those for whom you care if you become unable to because of sickness or ignoring your medical needs? Regular medical appointments, meditation time, massages, and facials—these are all important to your self-care.

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A Private Experience: a short story by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Chika climbs in through the store window first and then holds the shutter as the woman climbs in after her. The store looks as if it was deserted long before the riots started; the empty rows of wooden shelves are covered in yellow dust, as are the metal containers stacked in a corner. The store is small, smaller than Chika’s walk-in closet back home. The woman climbs in and the window shutters squeak as Chika lets go of them. Chika’s hands are trembling, her calves burning after the unsteady run from the market in her high-heeled sandals. She wants to thank the woman, for stopping her as she dashed past, for saying “No run that way!” and for leading her, instead, to this empty store where they could hide. But before she can say thank you, the woman says, reaching out to touch her bare neck, “My necklace lost when I’m running.”

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