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Current Issue - August 2010

. . . . . Inside this issue . . . . .




"Who or What Is Trying To Kill Your Dreams?"
  • Cover Story
    "Who or What Is Trying To Kill Your Dreams?"
  • Features
    - For The Sisters - Single, Sanctified Sisters Seeking...
    - For The Fellas - Women Are Smarter Than You Think
    - Stedman Graham "Athletes Against Drug", Interview by Kam Williams
    - Ask the Attorney - Mark Wykoff.
  • In The News
    St. Louis Community College Together with the Missouri Career Center
    Gives Displaced Workers More Options
  • Inspiration
    What Are You Living On?
  • Health News
    . . . and much more

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Current Issue Cover Story - August 2010


My father was an artist. In fact, I have three small drawings of his, hand-rendered in great detail, that I will always treasure. As a child, I asked him once why he wasn’t working as an artist; why he didn’t have a gallery or showings. He smiled and explained patiently that he didn’t have the schooling. To this day, I don’t understand how it came to be written in stone that in order to be an artist you have to sit in a classroom and absorb the names of other artists who have gone before you, along with their styles: Impressionism, Baroque, Gothic, Art Nouveau, Art Deco. And in the end, you would be awarded a piece of paper that proclaimed you were officially an artist. Not to belittle the achievement of years of higher study, but true artistic talent is shown on the canvas, not the parchment.
My father never had time to study art. He was busy working as a janitor to put food on the table, like his father before him, who worked as a chauffeur, and his father, and so on. Somehow, my father’s dream of expressing himself artistically had been, not lost, but compressed into the smaller goal of creating for his family, as opposed to creating for the world. I think it’s the world’s loss. Dreams are our idealistic projections into the future that, with a solid foundation, planning, and opportunity, we can bring into reality. In the past, when some of the most insurmountable obstacles were thrust in our paths, our strongest dreams were also the simplest. Freedom and independence; a family; good food; a warm bed; companionship; and the means to bring all of that about…those were the dreams of our ancestors. As our societies became more complex, our dreams grew with us. We began to want more and to imagine more. That is the human spirit. Now, we imagine fulfilling careers, running our own businesses, achieving degrees of higher learning, honors, prestige, and winning the lottery, just to name a few. Read Story

 

Last Month's Issue - July 2010


"ADDICTION: The Opium of the Masses"

The Discovery Health channel (yes, I’m that kind of geek) has a show, “Dr. G: Medical Examiner,” in which Florida Chief Medical Examiner, Dr. Jan Garavaglia, explores cases to solve the mysteries of sudden death. In a recent show, Dr. G. performed an autopsy on a young woman who was found dead on her kitchen floor. When she opened up the body, she discovered that the woman’s esophagus was completely black; all of the cells that should have been pink and healthy were dead. As Dr. G. put it, this was “incompatible with life.” You can’t live if you can’t swallow and your entire digestive tract is dying. Dr. G. later learned that the woman had been a closet alcoholic who had hidden the fact of her addiction from her family and friends, even her loving grandmother who swore the young woman never abused any type of drugs. But the truth always reveals itself in the end. Her black esophagus was the result of years of heavy drinking…hard liquor… while she continued to swallow a poison that killed off the very cells of her throat as she drank it. Read Story
 
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"Immigration: Who's Country is it Anyway?"

"Do Unsafe Neighborhoods Really Mean Poor Neighborhoods?"


 

"Why Can Some Women Drink from the Fountain of Youth?"


 

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