Mile 20: #PAKranamarathon
Dear Diary, I ran a marathon... well half, but marathon nonetheless. Literally clear across town running on streets that I only drive on everyday, through beautiful landscapes, sidewalks barely paved, and greenways...
Dear Diary, I ran a marathon... well half, but marathon nonetheless. Literally clear across town running on streets that I only drive on everyday, through beautiful landscapes, sidewalks barely paved, and greenways...
We the people give permission… We LET Freedom Ring. We allow it to resound in this wonderful country of America. A land of promise, a land of opportunity, God’s land. We allow freedom to send a sound through the atmosphere and corridors of every city of every state, from mountain to valley from ocean to ocean, we let freedom ring.
So I don't live anywhere really close to city lights. In fact, on a clear night I can see constellations and heavens almost just right, as if they were untouched, rightly painted there for me to enjoy the view from way down here.
One of my favorite quotes in American literature is found in the opening text of the classic novel, A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. He opened this novel with the revelation that life doesn’t always appear as it seems. It says...
So if you know anything about me, PAK was raised in what is considered an inner city community; the not so good side of the tracks; basically I was raised in the hood. I seen the “mean streets” and knew the people that made them mean...
When I was a little girl, I remember on Easter Sunday being woken up at 5am! Yes, little 10 year old me up at 5am, after a late night of hot combs, Blue Magic hair grease, ironing clothes, making sure your slip still fit right, ...
Dear March, What’s up, I believe you're well... Today is your last day and I just thought I would put pen to paper or tap to keys and write you today and let you know this year specifically just how much you mean to me...