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Historically, Indian people have always looked after their elders, have revered their wisdom and experience. Elders guided tribes across the plains and prairies of this country. Elders have had input into whether a tribe went to war, or engaged in peace negotiations with other tribes, and with the European visitors. The elders, with their wisdom of the years, kept many tribes going with the knowledge they had of their tribes, cultures, lifeways and worldviews.
The Cheyenne people had a council of 44, and had peace chiefs. These men made decisions for the tribe, which were carried out by the military societies. They also made the decisions when the tribe moved from one place to another. The Pawnee had a council of eight men representing the four bands, two from each band, which also had a similar mission, to care for the health of the tribe, health as in land for…
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If there is one thing we should know, it’s that Black History is made every day. For example, Madame C.J. Walker, who created specialized hair products for African-American hair, paved the way for many women such as Lisa Price, founder of Carol’s Daughter, to start their own haircare companies. Frank Greene, considered one of the first black technologists, cleared the path for future innovators like Chinedu Echeruo, the Founder of Hopstop.com and Tripology.com. And without a doubt, knowledge of your history can empower you to forge successfully into the future.
If you’re looking to learn more about history or discover other African Americans making their mark on the world, check out this list of Black History apps for your smartphone or tablet.Black Inventors Match Game: Celebrate African American inventors with best friends Myles and Ayesha as you learn who earned patents for everyday items such…
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New blog ny AJ
Alcoholics and Addicts in recovery are told to “Play the tape all the way through” when they are thinking about drinking or using. What does that mean? Well, it’s really quite simple. When we start to think about it, we have a tendency to romanticize it. We think about how good the burn of the booze will feel going down our throats, we think about the rush of the drug when it hits our blood stream. We savor the taste in our mouths and we long for the affect of it all. In other words, we think about the immediate effects. We can only stay in the moment.
What we don’t think about, is the consequences that will come afterward. We don’t think about the consequences, the hangovers, the pain we’d cause others, the disappointment, the shame, the sickness of the withdrawals. We don’t think about the consequences at all…
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New blog by Kellie!
Once upon a time I was quite social. I served on committees for charity organizations, krewed on parade floats, was invited to & went to several parties. Then it happened, the world lost its mind. At first I wondered if I was depressed but I was happy just decided to spend more time alone. I found that when I was in crowds, people got on my nerves. I thought that my inner city upbringing was coming back to haunt me, you almost have to be angry when you grow up where I did. It doesn’t always manifest itself in ways that you would imagine but it is often brewing.
Then a friend of mine who is married to a military member asked me about this when I mentioned turning into a “social hermit”. Her husband is experiencing the same thing, then I spoke with another former military member and learned…
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About 15 years ago a friend of mine asked me why I didn’t have any pictures of my mom out. I had a picture of my dad on the refrigerator (who has also passed), pics of my kids, friends, family, etc…but none of my mom. I don’t remember what my answer was, but I do remember this friend saying that I obviously hadn’t gotten over the death of my mother…
Who was she to say this.. did she even really know me, or know my mother, or know what I had gone though??? No, she really didn’t because I never shared that part of me with her, and that was my fault.
I have lived more of my life without my mother than I did with her. I was 17 when my mom died. I woke up that morning with my younger brother telling me “wake up, mom’s dead”. I…
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