I sit at my desk, overlooking the tallest cactus tree in the yard. The window in front of my computer frames it perfectly. A cup of strong c

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In the soft silence after tea time with the Sistas, where memory and longing mix, I come face-to-face with the inheritance that has shaped m

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I aim for a smooth path to my goals, but I understand the journey involves re-framing my experience and testing new perspectives through act

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When I, Taye Bela Corby, was younger I felt like I lived in a nut house. The people I depended upon emotionally (my parents) could not

"You cut me off like you cut off mommy when she died." Only four days back from a drug relapse, my brother Billy's statement would have...

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